Cat And Billie Joe, chapter 12
"Hmmm... What about this one?" Cat said, holding up a cat collar.
"Wait! Look at this one!" Billie Joe pulled one off the rack and held it up. It was black with red stripes.
"Ha! That's so sexy. That one." Cat said, putting it in their basket.
"Anything else?" Billie Joe asked. Cat shook her head and they headed over to pay for the stuff. The kitten mewed and pawed at a piece of paper on the counter. Cat smiled and took out some money, but Billie beat her to it.
~*~*~
Cat jumped up and down, listening to Billie sing at Gilman. Green Day finished their slot and he goes back stage, then comes out the side door, still shirt-less and sweaty, and grinning like a fool. He looked around for Cat, but he couldn't spot her. Then he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind, a head rest on his shoulder. He took a deep breath and it was her. He could smell her. He smiled and she kissed his neck.
"You were great!" She came around to face him and he pulled her into a hug.
"I'm gonna go to the bar... You comeing?" Billie asked her. Cat shook her head as he waved good bye and headed over to the bar.
"Okay, I'm gonna go find him, so, maybe you'll see him later and get to talk to him or something." Cat said to one of the young girls who loved Green Day, and especially Billie.
I don't blame her.
Cat looked around and saw a couple leaning against the wall, making out furiously with each other. Eck, Cat thought. She laughed to herself, Billie was probably drunk right now, wandering around doing god knows what. She looked over at the couple again, and realized the boy looked like Billie Joe. A lot. She walked over to them and tapped the young man on the shoulder. He turned around, grinning.
Then his smile faded a bit after he realized what he was doing, and that this girl against the wall wasn't Cat. He felt a cool hand slap him across the face, and his vision already blurred enough, from the alchohol, he could barely see. Man, she could hit hard.
Shit. He saw her walking away, looking angry. Yes, he could see how angry she was by how she walked. Damn.
She could barely see from the tears streaming down her face, listening, but ignoring, his calls for her to wait up. Miraculously she found the door, and then ran. She had never run that fast in her entire life. She could always run fast, but this time, she could have won the gold in the Olympics. She reached their apartment, swinging the door open and collapsing on the bed, crying.
Pull your self together! He made a mistake. Maybe... She didn't know what. She got up, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing her make up. She found a blanket and took a pillow and threw them onto the couch.
Hope he gets the hint.
She then changed, getting into bed, falling asleep, crying.
~*~*~
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Billie swore under his breath as he sat backstage, trying not to breakdown and cry. What the fuck was he thinking?!
Obviously he wasn't.
He stood up, leaving Gilman, driving to their apartment. He walked up to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. It was quiet. Shit. He turned on a light, and saw the blanket and pillow on the couch. Shit. A tear ran down his cheek and he quickly wiped it off. Sitting down on the couch, face resting in his hands he closed his eyes.
~*~*~
She heard the door. It woke her up, and he was there. He was there, and she hoped... She didn't know what she hoped. She hoped he was feeling bad. Really bad.
~*~*~
He laid down on the couch closing his eyes. Maybe this will all be a bad dream. Or not.
"Wait! Look at this one!" Billie Joe pulled one off the rack and held it up. It was black with red stripes.
"Ha! That's so sexy. That one." Cat said, putting it in their basket.
"Anything else?" Billie Joe asked. Cat shook her head and they headed over to pay for the stuff. The kitten mewed and pawed at a piece of paper on the counter. Cat smiled and took out some money, but Billie beat her to it.
~*~*~
Cat jumped up and down, listening to Billie sing at Gilman. Green Day finished their slot and he goes back stage, then comes out the side door, still shirt-less and sweaty, and grinning like a fool. He looked around for Cat, but he couldn't spot her. Then he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind, a head rest on his shoulder. He took a deep breath and it was her. He could smell her. He smiled and she kissed his neck.
"You were great!" She came around to face him and he pulled her into a hug.
"I'm gonna go to the bar... You comeing?" Billie asked her. Cat shook her head as he waved good bye and headed over to the bar.
"Okay, I'm gonna go find him, so, maybe you'll see him later and get to talk to him or something." Cat said to one of the young girls who loved Green Day, and especially Billie.
I don't blame her.
Cat looked around and saw a couple leaning against the wall, making out furiously with each other. Eck, Cat thought. She laughed to herself, Billie was probably drunk right now, wandering around doing god knows what. She looked over at the couple again, and realized the boy looked like Billie Joe. A lot. She walked over to them and tapped the young man on the shoulder. He turned around, grinning.
Then his smile faded a bit after he realized what he was doing, and that this girl against the wall wasn't Cat. He felt a cool hand slap him across the face, and his vision already blurred enough, from the alchohol, he could barely see. Man, she could hit hard.
Shit. He saw her walking away, looking angry. Yes, he could see how angry she was by how she walked. Damn.
She could barely see from the tears streaming down her face, listening, but ignoring, his calls for her to wait up. Miraculously she found the door, and then ran. She had never run that fast in her entire life. She could always run fast, but this time, she could have won the gold in the Olympics. She reached their apartment, swinging the door open and collapsing on the bed, crying.
Pull your self together! He made a mistake. Maybe... She didn't know what. She got up, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing her make up. She found a blanket and took a pillow and threw them onto the couch.
Hope he gets the hint.
She then changed, getting into bed, falling asleep, crying.
~*~*~
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Billie swore under his breath as he sat backstage, trying not to breakdown and cry. What the fuck was he thinking?!
Obviously he wasn't.
He stood up, leaving Gilman, driving to their apartment. He walked up to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. It was quiet. Shit. He turned on a light, and saw the blanket and pillow on the couch. Shit. A tear ran down his cheek and he quickly wiped it off. Sitting down on the couch, face resting in his hands he closed his eyes.
~*~*~
She heard the door. It woke her up, and he was there. He was there, and she hoped... She didn't know what she hoped. She hoped he was feeling bad. Really bad.
~*~*~
He laid down on the couch closing his eyes. Maybe this will all be a bad dream. Or not.
