A Note Don't Come Easy, chapter 6
Ok so, this was weird. Billie Joe was gonna take me to a guitar shop with him!!! I know it sounds pathetic, but I mean how kewl??? I better stop acting all goofy though, otherwise he'll think something's up, but he'd probably realised that already!!! Oh well, if he had, he had. You can't change the past. When I came to my senses I realised it had taken me over 20 minutes to walk up the stairs and down the corridor to my room. Next to Green Day. I must have been in some sort of trance.
I swiped the card key through the lock and dragged myself to my bedroom, and plonked myself on my bed. I stared up at the ceiling, again in some trance. I didn't acknowledge it at the time, but I was staring at my Green Day posters. Staring at Billie Joe, Tre and Mike. It was hard to imagine that the 3 guys on my ceiling were living in the room next door to me. I shouldn't even have them up. In a hotel like this, Id probably be banned or fined or something if someone found out. I was just glad that Billie Joe or the other two hadn't realised how obsessed I was with them. If they did, I'm sure they'd be scared. That's what my mate Emma used to say to me whenever I kept talking about Billie Joe at school. Oh, Shit. Emma. I hadn't told anyone where I was, or even still, who I was with. It suddenly dawned on me that there was probably a search party across the UK for me. I had always thought about running away, but never had done actually anything about it. I turned to my left and picked up the phone to phone Emma. This was probably gonna cost me a bomb, but I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. Money wasn't an issue at the moment. I pressed the phone close to the side of my face and dialled Emma's house number. Phoning her mobile would probably cost twice as much. I listened hard to the dialling tone and played with the cord of the phone as I waited. I just hoped she was in.
"Hello?" I heard a faint voice on the other end.
God, it was good to hear a familiar voice.
"Emma." I called down the phone.
"Stef!?!"
"That's my name don't wear it out." I joked.
But I couldn't hear her laughing as usual at my joke.
"Where the fuck are you?!?" She screamed at me, bursting my ears.
Oh my God, Emma swore....
"What do you mean, where the fuck am I?"
"Just, ... where are you?" She asked again, this time quieter.
Oh God, I was gonna have to tell her.
"I'm...in...America."
There was silence between the two of us. I could tell she was thinking I was insane because she didn't say anything. Maybe this time I HAD gone too far with my crazy ideas. But this WASN'T crazy.
"In America???" She managed to choke down the phone.
"Yes, that's what I said." I could tell this conversation wasn't going anywhere.
"Stef," She started again. "We're all worried about you. Some people even think you're DEAD!"
"Kewl! That's awesome!" I cried, then realised I had said the wrong thing.
"Look, just come home." Emma told me.
"Can't." I replied, smiling. "I've got plans."
At this point I heard someone walk into my suite, I asumed it was just the maid or something. I wasn't though when I so Billie Joe squeeze his face through the gap inbetween the door and the wall. He smiled, and held up a brown paper bag to show me. He then seemed to be in some state of shock, as his green eyes darted from my many posters slapped on the walls and ceiling. I bit my lip and looked away in embarrassment. He smiled to himself and walked into what I thought was the kitchen.
"Look Stef," I heard Emma again. "The only plans you ever have is to meet Green Day and fuck Billie Joe!"
I clenched my teeth togther at the thought of sex.
"Exactly." Thats all I could reply with as I was still holding my previous thought.
"What?!?" Emma asked in disbelief. "Come off it Stef, you'll wont meet Green Day, and you will NEVER fuck Billie Joe. Now why don't you just come home?"
I tried to interupt her, because she was getting it all wrong. For once, one of my stupid ideas or plans had worked.
"No, no, no, no." I screamed. "This time it's for real. I have met Green day. They're living in the room next to me."
"Oh yeah," She mocked. "And let me guess, you're in some swanky hotel with a balcony, swimming pool, mini bar and all that shit?"
"Yeah!" I screamed, trying to make her believe me. "Billie Joe's giving me guitar lessons too. He's so cute and lovely Emma. You gotta believe me."
"You've met Billie Joe?" She said, with sarcasm in her voice. I could sense it.
"Yeah, look I'll put him on the phone for you." I pulled the phone away from my ear and called out of my room.
"Billie Joe. Billie Joe!"
He wasn't coming.
"Billie Joe!!!" I chooed once again. He still didn't come. I turned back to Emma on the phone.
"He's probably in the toilet or something." I told her, at the same time wondering where the hell he was.
"Yeah sure Stef." Emma sighed. "Whatever. When you come out of Green day land, come back home please."
"Emma!" I screamed as loud as my voice would let me. "He's here, for real, I promise!"
"Oh wait," She started. "I can't hear you...over the voice thats in my head screaming YOU LIE! YOU LIE!"
And with that, she hung up.
"Great" I thought to myself, slamming the phone back down onto the desk by my bed.
I slowley got up and found Billie Joe searching through my mini bar.
"Where the hell were you earlier?" I asked him, annoyed at myself for no apparent reason.
"Having a piss. Why?" He asked almost laughing.
"Never mind."
I turned to lean on the side of the sofa, as I watched Billie Joe fumble through the various cans of drink in my fridge.
"So, I'm cute and lovely am I then?" He asked, still searching.
Shit. He heard. God, now he had heard everything. Oh yeah, and not to mention the posters too. Fuck, shit, bollocks... I could feel my face going red!!!!
"What you looking for?" I asked, tilting my head so I could see him clearer.
"Don't try and change the subject." He laughed, turning slightly red himself." I'm looking for a drink. What's it look like?"
"Haven't you got any in your room?"
"What," he sniggered. "With Tre and Mike the binge drinkers around? I don't think so."
It was funny how he called Mike and Tre the binge drinkers when he was just as bad.
"The only thing we got is that shit stuff that we drink when we're in the UK. What's it called, Tizer of something?"
"Hey," I cried. "Tizer's good. Don't downgrade the UK."
"Yeah," he said pulling a can from the fridge and standing up. "But you got to admit it. Everyone in the UK wishes that it was like the US over there."
"Yeah, that's true." Billie Joe had just basically summed up my point of view, and one of the reasons to why I had come here.
He opened the can in his hand when I realised he had my only Coke. He put it to his lips and titled his head back to let the fizzy drink pour down his throat.
"Hey!" I screamed, running and grabbing the can from him.
He splurred the drink from his mouth, spraying it in surprise.
"That's my only Coke I have left!" I screamed again.
"Why you getting so up tight about a Coke can?" He asked.
"Because I was never allowed Coke when I was home. It was always saved for my step-dad and I wasn't allowed to drink it. Otherwise......"
I think he understood at my sudden silence. "It's Pathetic I know, but still. I can't remember the last time I had Coke."
I went to put it back in the fridge when Billie Joe's arm stopped me from opening it.
"I'lll give you $100 for that Coke." He pleaded, not letting go of my arm. "I need a drink. Come on, just think...with that $100, you could buy another can and save up for something."
I twitched my lips in thought and turned again back to the fridge.
"Not this time."
"Well, fine. Suit yourself." He smiled turning away from the fridge. "You know what that means though, don't you?"
I turned from putting the can away to face Billie Joe.
"It means that I have to tickle you now." Billie Joe smirked before jumping at me and clinging on to my ribs. I squealed as he dug his hands into my side, making me collapse in hysterics and fits of laughter.
"Stop...it...please...Billie...Joe!" I managed to gasp in between laughter and screams. "Please...stop...it...my...sides...hurt!"
He carried on jabbing me in the ribs, making my sides collapse and ache. He sure knew how to make me laugh. I crawled across the floor trying to escape his wrap around me, but he clung on with all his strength. My eyes watered from laughing so much. I pathetically tried to swatt him with my hands, but I had no energy left in me. We rolled across the floor, me trying to get away from him, and Billie Joe trying to keep his hold on me. I was loving every minute of this, but my sides hurt like hell. I suddenly collided with the glass coffee table that I spent most of yesterday sitting on, and we both came to a holt, ........Billie Joe on top of me. Two words, FUCKING HELL! I could feel my heart pounding, or was that Billie Joe's? He gasped for air from the break of tickling me. I wanted to tickle him back, but I had no energy like I said, and this moment was too good to spoil. I stared into the deep green ocean that he was gifted with as eyes, and I seemed to loose myself in them. I knew his eyes were stunning, but they were even better when they were only inches away from me. I knew that for the rest of my life I was going to savour this moment. I just wish that Emma would believe me that Billie Joe was with me. And I just wish that I could somehow proove to them that it was all true. But how was that going to happen when they were at home in the UK, and I was all the way over here in America. But for once in my life, I was free to do what I wanted, no-one there to tell me off, and I never once regretted taking the risk of coming here. Maybe it was a blessing that there were no other hotels free for me. Without taking his eyes away from mine, Billie Joe searched for my hands, that were down by my aching sides. He grabbed my wrists, and clasped his hands around them. And then, very slowley, moved his face closer to mine..
I swiped the card key through the lock and dragged myself to my bedroom, and plonked myself on my bed. I stared up at the ceiling, again in some trance. I didn't acknowledge it at the time, but I was staring at my Green Day posters. Staring at Billie Joe, Tre and Mike. It was hard to imagine that the 3 guys on my ceiling were living in the room next door to me. I shouldn't even have them up. In a hotel like this, Id probably be banned or fined or something if someone found out. I was just glad that Billie Joe or the other two hadn't realised how obsessed I was with them. If they did, I'm sure they'd be scared. That's what my mate Emma used to say to me whenever I kept talking about Billie Joe at school. Oh, Shit. Emma. I hadn't told anyone where I was, or even still, who I was with. It suddenly dawned on me that there was probably a search party across the UK for me. I had always thought about running away, but never had done actually anything about it. I turned to my left and picked up the phone to phone Emma. This was probably gonna cost me a bomb, but I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. Money wasn't an issue at the moment. I pressed the phone close to the side of my face and dialled Emma's house number. Phoning her mobile would probably cost twice as much. I listened hard to the dialling tone and played with the cord of the phone as I waited. I just hoped she was in.
"Hello?" I heard a faint voice on the other end.
God, it was good to hear a familiar voice.
"Emma." I called down the phone.
"Stef!?!"
"That's my name don't wear it out." I joked.
But I couldn't hear her laughing as usual at my joke.
"Where the fuck are you?!?" She screamed at me, bursting my ears.
Oh my God, Emma swore....
"What do you mean, where the fuck am I?"
"Just, ... where are you?" She asked again, this time quieter.
Oh God, I was gonna have to tell her.
"I'm...in...America."
There was silence between the two of us. I could tell she was thinking I was insane because she didn't say anything. Maybe this time I HAD gone too far with my crazy ideas. But this WASN'T crazy.
"In America???" She managed to choke down the phone.
"Yes, that's what I said." I could tell this conversation wasn't going anywhere.
"Stef," She started again. "We're all worried about you. Some people even think you're DEAD!"
"Kewl! That's awesome!" I cried, then realised I had said the wrong thing.
"Look, just come home." Emma told me.
"Can't." I replied, smiling. "I've got plans."
At this point I heard someone walk into my suite, I asumed it was just the maid or something. I wasn't though when I so Billie Joe squeeze his face through the gap inbetween the door and the wall. He smiled, and held up a brown paper bag to show me. He then seemed to be in some state of shock, as his green eyes darted from my many posters slapped on the walls and ceiling. I bit my lip and looked away in embarrassment. He smiled to himself and walked into what I thought was the kitchen.
"Look Stef," I heard Emma again. "The only plans you ever have is to meet Green Day and fuck Billie Joe!"
I clenched my teeth togther at the thought of sex.
"Exactly." Thats all I could reply with as I was still holding my previous thought.
"What?!?" Emma asked in disbelief. "Come off it Stef, you'll wont meet Green Day, and you will NEVER fuck Billie Joe. Now why don't you just come home?"
I tried to interupt her, because she was getting it all wrong. For once, one of my stupid ideas or plans had worked.
"No, no, no, no." I screamed. "This time it's for real. I have met Green day. They're living in the room next to me."
"Oh yeah," She mocked. "And let me guess, you're in some swanky hotel with a balcony, swimming pool, mini bar and all that shit?"
"Yeah!" I screamed, trying to make her believe me. "Billie Joe's giving me guitar lessons too. He's so cute and lovely Emma. You gotta believe me."
"You've met Billie Joe?" She said, with sarcasm in her voice. I could sense it.
"Yeah, look I'll put him on the phone for you." I pulled the phone away from my ear and called out of my room.
"Billie Joe. Billie Joe!"
He wasn't coming.
"Billie Joe!!!" I chooed once again. He still didn't come. I turned back to Emma on the phone.
"He's probably in the toilet or something." I told her, at the same time wondering where the hell he was.
"Yeah sure Stef." Emma sighed. "Whatever. When you come out of Green day land, come back home please."
"Emma!" I screamed as loud as my voice would let me. "He's here, for real, I promise!"
"Oh wait," She started. "I can't hear you...over the voice thats in my head screaming YOU LIE! YOU LIE!"
And with that, she hung up.
"Great" I thought to myself, slamming the phone back down onto the desk by my bed.
I slowley got up and found Billie Joe searching through my mini bar.
"Where the hell were you earlier?" I asked him, annoyed at myself for no apparent reason.
"Having a piss. Why?" He asked almost laughing.
"Never mind."
I turned to lean on the side of the sofa, as I watched Billie Joe fumble through the various cans of drink in my fridge.
"So, I'm cute and lovely am I then?" He asked, still searching.
Shit. He heard. God, now he had heard everything. Oh yeah, and not to mention the posters too. Fuck, shit, bollocks... I could feel my face going red!!!!
"What you looking for?" I asked, tilting my head so I could see him clearer.
"Don't try and change the subject." He laughed, turning slightly red himself." I'm looking for a drink. What's it look like?"
"Haven't you got any in your room?"
"What," he sniggered. "With Tre and Mike the binge drinkers around? I don't think so."
It was funny how he called Mike and Tre the binge drinkers when he was just as bad.
"The only thing we got is that shit stuff that we drink when we're in the UK. What's it called, Tizer of something?"
"Hey," I cried. "Tizer's good. Don't downgrade the UK."
"Yeah," he said pulling a can from the fridge and standing up. "But you got to admit it. Everyone in the UK wishes that it was like the US over there."
"Yeah, that's true." Billie Joe had just basically summed up my point of view, and one of the reasons to why I had come here.
He opened the can in his hand when I realised he had my only Coke. He put it to his lips and titled his head back to let the fizzy drink pour down his throat.
"Hey!" I screamed, running and grabbing the can from him.
He splurred the drink from his mouth, spraying it in surprise.
"That's my only Coke I have left!" I screamed again.
"Why you getting so up tight about a Coke can?" He asked.
"Because I was never allowed Coke when I was home. It was always saved for my step-dad and I wasn't allowed to drink it. Otherwise......"
I think he understood at my sudden silence. "It's Pathetic I know, but still. I can't remember the last time I had Coke."
I went to put it back in the fridge when Billie Joe's arm stopped me from opening it.
"I'lll give you $100 for that Coke." He pleaded, not letting go of my arm. "I need a drink. Come on, just think...with that $100, you could buy another can and save up for something."
I twitched my lips in thought and turned again back to the fridge.
"Not this time."
"Well, fine. Suit yourself." He smiled turning away from the fridge. "You know what that means though, don't you?"
I turned from putting the can away to face Billie Joe.
"It means that I have to tickle you now." Billie Joe smirked before jumping at me and clinging on to my ribs. I squealed as he dug his hands into my side, making me collapse in hysterics and fits of laughter.
"Stop...it...please...Billie...Joe!" I managed to gasp in between laughter and screams. "Please...stop...it...my...sides...hurt!"
He carried on jabbing me in the ribs, making my sides collapse and ache. He sure knew how to make me laugh. I crawled across the floor trying to escape his wrap around me, but he clung on with all his strength. My eyes watered from laughing so much. I pathetically tried to swatt him with my hands, but I had no energy left in me. We rolled across the floor, me trying to get away from him, and Billie Joe trying to keep his hold on me. I was loving every minute of this, but my sides hurt like hell. I suddenly collided with the glass coffee table that I spent most of yesterday sitting on, and we both came to a holt, ........Billie Joe on top of me. Two words, FUCKING HELL! I could feel my heart pounding, or was that Billie Joe's? He gasped for air from the break of tickling me. I wanted to tickle him back, but I had no energy like I said, and this moment was too good to spoil. I stared into the deep green ocean that he was gifted with as eyes, and I seemed to loose myself in them. I knew his eyes were stunning, but they were even better when they were only inches away from me. I knew that for the rest of my life I was going to savour this moment. I just wish that Emma would believe me that Billie Joe was with me. And I just wish that I could somehow proove to them that it was all true. But how was that going to happen when they were at home in the UK, and I was all the way over here in America. But for once in my life, I was free to do what I wanted, no-one there to tell me off, and I never once regretted taking the risk of coming here. Maybe it was a blessing that there were no other hotels free for me. Without taking his eyes away from mine, Billie Joe searched for my hands, that were down by my aching sides. He grabbed my wrists, and clasped his hands around them. And then, very slowley, moved his face closer to mine..
