3 AM Where No One Will Be Found, chapter 2
Somehow you endured the rest of the school and day and finally met Billie Joe by his car in the school parking lot.
"Hey cutie." Billie Joe said watching you walk towards him.
You both got into his car and exited the parking lot.
"So where to?" you asked as you both drove.
"I thought we could go to my house." he said smiling at you.
"And what, Mr. Armstrong, will we do there?" you asked smiling back.
"Well well... Whatever you please." he said with a devilish smile.
"No really, what will we do there?" you asked knowing you were both just joking around.
"Damn, well my friends Mike and Tre are comin' over. And Tre promised to score some pot this weekend." he explained while turning into the neighborhood in which he lived.
"Sounds good." you said confidently you had experimented with pot in your freshman year of high school.
"So you've smoked before?" Billie Joe asked a little surprised.
"Yeah, why is that bad or something?" you asked noticing his surprised expression.
"No. It's awesome. Its just most girls don't smoke." he said with a smile.
"Well then consider me special." you said with a laugh.
"Here we are." Billie Joe said while pulling in front of his house.
The garage door was open and you saw two guys sitting, one playing a bass guitar and one sitting on a couch holding drumsticks and a small brown paper bag resting in his lap.
"Hey guys, this is Kim." he said motioning to you as you both walked into the garage.
"Hey Kim, I'm Mike." said the guy playing the bass guitar.
"I'm Tre." the other guy who was holding the drum sticks said.
"Dude what are we gonna do about... You know what?" Mike asked Billie Joe.
"Oh she's cool about it. You know she's smoked before." Billie Joe informed them.
"Woo really? Sweet." said Tre.
Billie grabbed a guitar sat on the couch next to Tre and started playing at random. Tre got up and pulled the garage door shut and found a lighter. He rolled the first joint and took a drag. He coughed a little, and then passed it to Mike. Mike took a drag and set down his bass. Billie set down his guitar as the joint was passed to him and he too took a long drag. Then everyone became intensely interested as Billie passed it to you. They all watched closely as you took the longest drag out of all of them and didn't even cough.
"Nicely done." Mike said while they all clapped at you technique.
A few hours later you were all pretty stoned and just sat in the garage and passed joints around. You talked a really got to know each other.
A couple more hours later you sobered up.
"I should probably go home." you said standing up.
"I'll drive you." Billie Joe said as you both said your goodbyes to Mike and Tre.
"So where's home?" Billie Joe asked a she pulled away from his house.
"Apple wood apartments, apartment number 80." you said as me made a turn where you pointed.
"Apple wood Apartments? You live there with you parents?" he asked curiously.
"No. I live with me drunken Dad, I really don't think he even knows I exists." You informed him.
"Really?" he asked waiting for more information.
"Yeah. My Mom died when I was 12 and left me huge inheritance. I just got it when I turned 18 and I don't really know what to do with It." you said as he came to a stop in the parking lot where you lived.
"That's awesome... Well I mean not about your mom that's horrible but about inheritance that's pretty cool." he said nervously.
"You okay?" you asked with a smile.
"Yea fine... I just wan..." he said but was cut off by you.
"Oh great what does he want now." you said angrily looking to see your exboyfriend trying to see through the windows of your apartment.
"What?" Billie Joe asked trying to see what you were looking at.
"Adam, my exboyfriend. He always comes around to mess with me. Well thanks for a great time. I hope we can do it again sometime." you said smiling at Billie before grabbing your book bag and opening the door.
"How about tomorrow? I'll come pick you up at 3pm?" he asked looking hopeful.
"Sure sounds great. I'll see you then." you said then got out of the car, waved and descended up towards your apartment.
"Adam what the hell do you want?" you said angrily to your ex.
"Don't take that fuckin tone with me bitch. Who the hell was that?" he said coming toward you and pointing to Billie Joe's car.
"None of your business." you said searching for your keys.
"Are you cheating on me you fuckin whore." Adam said getting angrier by the second.
"Adam we broke up. And what the hell are you doing here?" you asked finally finding your keys.
Before you knew it you felt a sharp pain across you cheek. Adam had hit you. This is why you were no longer together.
"I said not to take that tone with me. I'll be back. That's a promise." he said before walking away leaving you on the ground holding your cheek.
You got up and wiped the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand and picked up your keys and book bag and entered your apartment. Not knowing just a little ways away Billie Joe had watched the whole scene unfold.
"Hey cutie." Billie Joe said watching you walk towards him.
You both got into his car and exited the parking lot.
"So where to?" you asked as you both drove.
"I thought we could go to my house." he said smiling at you.
"And what, Mr. Armstrong, will we do there?" you asked smiling back.
"Well well... Whatever you please." he said with a devilish smile.
"No really, what will we do there?" you asked knowing you were both just joking around.
"Damn, well my friends Mike and Tre are comin' over. And Tre promised to score some pot this weekend." he explained while turning into the neighborhood in which he lived.
"Sounds good." you said confidently you had experimented with pot in your freshman year of high school.
"So you've smoked before?" Billie Joe asked a little surprised.
"Yeah, why is that bad or something?" you asked noticing his surprised expression.
"No. It's awesome. Its just most girls don't smoke." he said with a smile.
"Well then consider me special." you said with a laugh.
"Here we are." Billie Joe said while pulling in front of his house.
The garage door was open and you saw two guys sitting, one playing a bass guitar and one sitting on a couch holding drumsticks and a small brown paper bag resting in his lap.
"Hey guys, this is Kim." he said motioning to you as you both walked into the garage.
"Hey Kim, I'm Mike." said the guy playing the bass guitar.
"I'm Tre." the other guy who was holding the drum sticks said.
"Dude what are we gonna do about... You know what?" Mike asked Billie Joe.
"Oh she's cool about it. You know she's smoked before." Billie Joe informed them.
"Woo really? Sweet." said Tre.
Billie grabbed a guitar sat on the couch next to Tre and started playing at random. Tre got up and pulled the garage door shut and found a lighter. He rolled the first joint and took a drag. He coughed a little, and then passed it to Mike. Mike took a drag and set down his bass. Billie set down his guitar as the joint was passed to him and he too took a long drag. Then everyone became intensely interested as Billie passed it to you. They all watched closely as you took the longest drag out of all of them and didn't even cough.
"Nicely done." Mike said while they all clapped at you technique.
A few hours later you were all pretty stoned and just sat in the garage and passed joints around. You talked a really got to know each other.
A couple more hours later you sobered up.
"I should probably go home." you said standing up.
"I'll drive you." Billie Joe said as you both said your goodbyes to Mike and Tre.
"So where's home?" Billie Joe asked a she pulled away from his house.
"Apple wood apartments, apartment number 80." you said as me made a turn where you pointed.
"Apple wood Apartments? You live there with you parents?" he asked curiously.
"No. I live with me drunken Dad, I really don't think he even knows I exists." You informed him.
"Really?" he asked waiting for more information.
"Yeah. My Mom died when I was 12 and left me huge inheritance. I just got it when I turned 18 and I don't really know what to do with It." you said as he came to a stop in the parking lot where you lived.
"That's awesome... Well I mean not about your mom that's horrible but about inheritance that's pretty cool." he said nervously.
"You okay?" you asked with a smile.
"Yea fine... I just wan..." he said but was cut off by you.
"Oh great what does he want now." you said angrily looking to see your exboyfriend trying to see through the windows of your apartment.
"What?" Billie Joe asked trying to see what you were looking at.
"Adam, my exboyfriend. He always comes around to mess with me. Well thanks for a great time. I hope we can do it again sometime." you said smiling at Billie before grabbing your book bag and opening the door.
"How about tomorrow? I'll come pick you up at 3pm?" he asked looking hopeful.
"Sure sounds great. I'll see you then." you said then got out of the car, waved and descended up towards your apartment.
"Adam what the hell do you want?" you said angrily to your ex.
"Don't take that fuckin tone with me bitch. Who the hell was that?" he said coming toward you and pointing to Billie Joe's car.
"None of your business." you said searching for your keys.
"Are you cheating on me you fuckin whore." Adam said getting angrier by the second.
"Adam we broke up. And what the hell are you doing here?" you asked finally finding your keys.
Before you knew it you felt a sharp pain across you cheek. Adam had hit you. This is why you were no longer together.
"I said not to take that tone with me. I'll be back. That's a promise." he said before walking away leaving you on the ground holding your cheek.
You got up and wiped the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand and picked up your keys and book bag and entered your apartment. Not knowing just a little ways away Billie Joe had watched the whole scene unfold.
