She's a Rebel, chapter 4
He crept back in and lay on the couch; I heard it creak from the balcony so I strolled back inside, "This is wonderful, thank you so much" I went and sat down on the seat opposite him, as he lazily grinned up at me. "You say that too much, it's starting to annoy me. You're too grateful" I blushed "Maybe you just don't appreciate all this anymore"
Billie Joe pondered on this for a moment before saying; "I have a job for you"
I was intrigued, what kind of 'job' did he have in mind? No it couldn't be that, I was being silly. But I wouldn't put it past him. "Job?" "I need you to go to the next room along, don't worry it's open, walk in and shout 'mother fucker' at the top of your voice. You got that?"
What was he on? I wasn't sure I'd heard him right, "What?!" Billie Joe laughed and repeated, "Go into the next room along in the corridor, go inside and yell 'mother fucker'" He was deadly serious, and since I was in his penthouse, it didn't look like I had a say in what I was allowed to do, or made to do. "Like I said, what?! Why can't you if you're so keen to... do that?" He was one crazy messed up guy, "You'll see"
Why was I doing this, I could've said no, he wouldn't have done anything. Sometimes I could be such a push over. But I suppose there could've been worse 'jobs'. God, I don't even know who's staying here, what if I get kicked out? Would they set the hounds on me? I knocked on the door politely and waited. No one answered.
Hoping that whoever was staying there was out I embraced my rebellious side and burst in, just as Billie Joe had asked me to. I could see the back of someone's head sticking up from a chair, watching the news. I took a deep breath and let rip, "MOTHER FUCKER!!!"
Whoever it was nearly jumped out of their skin, and spun around in time to see a streak of blonde and red hair whip around their door. I legged it inside our room, slammed the door shut and tripped over the rug. Billie Joe saw me fall and found it hilarious. He started laughing hysterically.
"Billie Joe I'm gonna get you! And when I do I'm gonna tear you up, and rip you apart and... !!!" Billie had to take big gasps of air to stop him from wetting himself laughing. "Calm (gasp) down Tre, it (gasp) wasn't even me" he collapsed on the couch again and held his stomach to stop it hurting. "Who the fuck did it then, MY BLOODY HAMSTER!!!?"
Billie Joe straightened up and walked to the door, giving me a hand up on the way, as I too had been on the floor laughing. He unlocked the door, and Tre Cool stormed in, apparently not in the best of moods. "Who then?!" he asked not noticing me stood right behind him. Billie Joe was pointing at me with an outstretched arm, like a school kid. "BOO!" I screamed in his ear. He half leapt out of his body again. He swivelled round and I came nose to nose with a very red faced man.
Billie Joe pondered on this for a moment before saying; "I have a job for you"
I was intrigued, what kind of 'job' did he have in mind? No it couldn't be that, I was being silly. But I wouldn't put it past him. "Job?" "I need you to go to the next room along, don't worry it's open, walk in and shout 'mother fucker' at the top of your voice. You got that?"
What was he on? I wasn't sure I'd heard him right, "What?!" Billie Joe laughed and repeated, "Go into the next room along in the corridor, go inside and yell 'mother fucker'" He was deadly serious, and since I was in his penthouse, it didn't look like I had a say in what I was allowed to do, or made to do. "Like I said, what?! Why can't you if you're so keen to... do that?" He was one crazy messed up guy, "You'll see"
Why was I doing this, I could've said no, he wouldn't have done anything. Sometimes I could be such a push over. But I suppose there could've been worse 'jobs'. God, I don't even know who's staying here, what if I get kicked out? Would they set the hounds on me? I knocked on the door politely and waited. No one answered.
Hoping that whoever was staying there was out I embraced my rebellious side and burst in, just as Billie Joe had asked me to. I could see the back of someone's head sticking up from a chair, watching the news. I took a deep breath and let rip, "MOTHER FUCKER!!!"
Whoever it was nearly jumped out of their skin, and spun around in time to see a streak of blonde and red hair whip around their door. I legged it inside our room, slammed the door shut and tripped over the rug. Billie Joe saw me fall and found it hilarious. He started laughing hysterically.
"Billie Joe I'm gonna get you! And when I do I'm gonna tear you up, and rip you apart and... !!!" Billie had to take big gasps of air to stop him from wetting himself laughing. "Calm (gasp) down Tre, it (gasp) wasn't even me" he collapsed on the couch again and held his stomach to stop it hurting. "Who the fuck did it then, MY BLOODY HAMSTER!!!?"
Billie Joe straightened up and walked to the door, giving me a hand up on the way, as I too had been on the floor laughing. He unlocked the door, and Tre Cool stormed in, apparently not in the best of moods. "Who then?!" he asked not noticing me stood right behind him. Billie Joe was pointing at me with an outstretched arm, like a school kid. "BOO!" I screamed in his ear. He half leapt out of his body again. He swivelled round and I came nose to nose with a very red faced man.
