Redundant, chapter 25
Life is better when I'm with you,
You just can't seem to understand.
Suicidal dreams will come true,
If you're not here holding my hand.
Why can't you work out what I'm saying,
While I'm pouring my heart out to let you know how I feel.
Here I am on my knees, praying,
For the love and hope we both feel...
***
The weather was chilli that morning. But it was warm in my bedroom. Maybe it was because I had Adrienne embraced in my arms. Ever since last night, I didn't feel suicidal. My life was a total misery ever since my father died.
Adrienne kept me sane. I have no idea what I'd do if I lost her...
"Morning shmecksy," I whispered in her ear "how are you feeling this morning?"
"Hungry," Adrienne murmured as she struggled to open her eyes "I want to eat something."
"But you can't go downstairs naked," I continued to whisper "if my mom catches you streaking around the house, she will kill me."
She sat up and looked down into my eyes with a serious expression on her face.
"Then what the hell am I suppose to do?" She asked.
I had a think about it. She could just wear the clothes she was wearing yesterday, but it would probably feel weird wearing a dirty pair of underwear. I kind of noticed that when she took her panties off last night, she had white stuff coming out of her pussy.
Thank god it wasn't red!
Anydangway, imagine putting that precise pair of undies back on without washing them. Unpleasant, eh?
"I'll go into my mom's room," I explained "I'll get you a clean pair of underwear. Okay?"
"What size cup is she?" She asked curiously.
"B cup." I replied.
What kind of children would know what bra cup size their mothers were?
To be honest, I purposely found out about bra sizes and what cup size my mom is for emergencies like this.
"How do you know that," She said confused "you answered very quickly with no time to think."
"Although we've been together for a long time," I began "there is till a lot you don't know about me. Seriously."
"Uh huh," she murmured "whatever."
"I'll be back." I said as I pulled a clean pair of boxers up my hairy legs and walked out of my bedroom, down the hall and into my mom's room.
I walked into her wardrobe, picked out a pair of black undies and bra from her underwear drawer and walked back to my own room. I threw the underwear onto my bed.
"There you go." I said, nearly yelling for no reason.
The 21 year old pulled the panties up her legs and checked herself in the mirror. I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful body figure.
Yes, the upper body is what I was paying most attention to.
Adrienne looked back at me and pulled a weird face.
"Pervert." She joked as she attempted to hook her bra on.
I walked up behind her and smacked her on the ass, causing her to drop the bra.
"Look what you made me do, slut!"
So now I'm a slut, eh? Bull shit.
"Here, let me help you." I said picking the bra up from the floor and helping her put it on properly.
I gave her another slap on the ass before wrapping my arms around her belly and pulling her against my bare chest.
"Slut," She murmured as I started nibbling on her ear lobe "slut, slut, slut."
I ignored her repetitive joke by continuing to nibble on her ear.
"Slut, slut, slut... " the chant continued.
Then I decided to just throw her on the bed and make out.
That is precisely what I did!
***
We spent 15 minutes on my bed kissing and making out. That whole routine was interrupted by the noise of a cell phone.
Adrienne's cell phone was ringing.
"Damn," I murmured "I was getting into that."
"So was I," she complained "what kind of moron would be calling me at a time like this?"
She climbed off the bed and walked over to the pair of pants she was wearing yesterday. She pulled her phone out of the pocket and looked at the screen. Very gently, she pressed the button and held the phone to her ear.
"Oh, hey mom." She said when she heard the feminine voice of her very own mother which she accidentally called a moron.
I snickered when she said mom. Without looking at me, she slowly put up her rude finger at me.
"I have to see you?" she asked her mother "When?"
There was a short pause.
"Now?" she continued "Do I have to?"
There was another pause.
"Okay," she sighed "I'll be over there as soon as I can."
She hung up and looked into my eyes.
"I have to go now," she said sadly "my parents want to talk to me."
"About what?" I asked curiously.
"I don't know," she replied as she put her clothes on "I'll be back sometime later today. Okay?"
"That's cool." I said with a smile as I gave her a peck on the lips.
When she finished getting dressed, she threw her arms around me and gave me a big, tender kiss. Then I ushered her out of my room and walked with her down the stairs.
"I promise that I won't be too long." She said as she opened the front door.
"Don't worry babe," I said as I caressed her "take your time."
We gave each other another tender kiss before my loved one walked out of the house. I closed the door behind her and started thinking about the happy thoughts last night.
That was just truly amazing... I thought to myself...
*15 Minutes Later*
I was lying on the living room couch staring down at my Ramones t-shirt. I couldn't help but think that the logo on the shirt was awesome.
But my train of thought was lost when I heard the front door screech open.
I hopped off the couch and stood in the archway of the living room and hall way as my green eyes were locked with Adrienne's brown, tearful ones.
"Hey baby," I said in a babyish voice "what's wrong?"
She didn't reply. Her tears started rolling down her cheeks and dropping on the hallway carpet. I slowly walked up to her and placed one of my hands on her shoulder.
"You can tell me anything," I said to her "so tell me what's wrong?"
"My problem is... " she began but had second thoughts on what she was about to say "No. I can't tell you."
"Yes you can," I said as I wrapped my arms around her "if you don't tell me, I will end up getting sad like you."
She pulled herself away from my embrace and looked back into my eyes.
"I'm sorry Billie Joe," she said "I just don't know how to say this to you."
"Just say it," I forced her "You'll end up more miserable if you don't let me know."
"No I wouldn't," she objected as she turned away from me to face the door "I have to go now."
"You just came back now," I explained "You have to leave again now?"
"I'm sorry," she cried "I need to be alone."
Before I could say anything else, she opened the door, walked out and slammed it behind her.
The only word I could say right now was:
Fuck...
You just can't seem to understand.
Suicidal dreams will come true,
If you're not here holding my hand.
Why can't you work out what I'm saying,
While I'm pouring my heart out to let you know how I feel.
Here I am on my knees, praying,
For the love and hope we both feel...
***
The weather was chilli that morning. But it was warm in my bedroom. Maybe it was because I had Adrienne embraced in my arms. Ever since last night, I didn't feel suicidal. My life was a total misery ever since my father died.
Adrienne kept me sane. I have no idea what I'd do if I lost her...
"Morning shmecksy," I whispered in her ear "how are you feeling this morning?"
"Hungry," Adrienne murmured as she struggled to open her eyes "I want to eat something."
"But you can't go downstairs naked," I continued to whisper "if my mom catches you streaking around the house, she will kill me."
She sat up and looked down into my eyes with a serious expression on her face.
"Then what the hell am I suppose to do?" She asked.
I had a think about it. She could just wear the clothes she was wearing yesterday, but it would probably feel weird wearing a dirty pair of underwear. I kind of noticed that when she took her panties off last night, she had white stuff coming out of her pussy.
Thank god it wasn't red!
Anydangway, imagine putting that precise pair of undies back on without washing them. Unpleasant, eh?
"I'll go into my mom's room," I explained "I'll get you a clean pair of underwear. Okay?"
"What size cup is she?" She asked curiously.
"B cup." I replied.
What kind of children would know what bra cup size their mothers were?
To be honest, I purposely found out about bra sizes and what cup size my mom is for emergencies like this.
"How do you know that," She said confused "you answered very quickly with no time to think."
"Although we've been together for a long time," I began "there is till a lot you don't know about me. Seriously."
"Uh huh," she murmured "whatever."
"I'll be back." I said as I pulled a clean pair of boxers up my hairy legs and walked out of my bedroom, down the hall and into my mom's room.
I walked into her wardrobe, picked out a pair of black undies and bra from her underwear drawer and walked back to my own room. I threw the underwear onto my bed.
"There you go." I said, nearly yelling for no reason.
The 21 year old pulled the panties up her legs and checked herself in the mirror. I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful body figure.
Yes, the upper body is what I was paying most attention to.
Adrienne looked back at me and pulled a weird face.
"Pervert." She joked as she attempted to hook her bra on.
I walked up behind her and smacked her on the ass, causing her to drop the bra.
"Look what you made me do, slut!"
So now I'm a slut, eh? Bull shit.
"Here, let me help you." I said picking the bra up from the floor and helping her put it on properly.
I gave her another slap on the ass before wrapping my arms around her belly and pulling her against my bare chest.
"Slut," She murmured as I started nibbling on her ear lobe "slut, slut, slut."
I ignored her repetitive joke by continuing to nibble on her ear.
"Slut, slut, slut... " the chant continued.
Then I decided to just throw her on the bed and make out.
That is precisely what I did!
***
We spent 15 minutes on my bed kissing and making out. That whole routine was interrupted by the noise of a cell phone.
Adrienne's cell phone was ringing.
"Damn," I murmured "I was getting into that."
"So was I," she complained "what kind of moron would be calling me at a time like this?"
She climbed off the bed and walked over to the pair of pants she was wearing yesterday. She pulled her phone out of the pocket and looked at the screen. Very gently, she pressed the button and held the phone to her ear.
"Oh, hey mom." She said when she heard the feminine voice of her very own mother which she accidentally called a moron.
I snickered when she said mom. Without looking at me, she slowly put up her rude finger at me.
"I have to see you?" she asked her mother "When?"
There was a short pause.
"Now?" she continued "Do I have to?"
There was another pause.
"Okay," she sighed "I'll be over there as soon as I can."
She hung up and looked into my eyes.
"I have to go now," she said sadly "my parents want to talk to me."
"About what?" I asked curiously.
"I don't know," she replied as she put her clothes on "I'll be back sometime later today. Okay?"
"That's cool." I said with a smile as I gave her a peck on the lips.
When she finished getting dressed, she threw her arms around me and gave me a big, tender kiss. Then I ushered her out of my room and walked with her down the stairs.
"I promise that I won't be too long." She said as she opened the front door.
"Don't worry babe," I said as I caressed her "take your time."
We gave each other another tender kiss before my loved one walked out of the house. I closed the door behind her and started thinking about the happy thoughts last night.
That was just truly amazing... I thought to myself...
*15 Minutes Later*
I was lying on the living room couch staring down at my Ramones t-shirt. I couldn't help but think that the logo on the shirt was awesome.
But my train of thought was lost when I heard the front door screech open.
I hopped off the couch and stood in the archway of the living room and hall way as my green eyes were locked with Adrienne's brown, tearful ones.
"Hey baby," I said in a babyish voice "what's wrong?"
She didn't reply. Her tears started rolling down her cheeks and dropping on the hallway carpet. I slowly walked up to her and placed one of my hands on her shoulder.
"You can tell me anything," I said to her "so tell me what's wrong?"
"My problem is... " she began but had second thoughts on what she was about to say "No. I can't tell you."
"Yes you can," I said as I wrapped my arms around her "if you don't tell me, I will end up getting sad like you."
She pulled herself away from my embrace and looked back into my eyes.
"I'm sorry Billie Joe," she said "I just don't know how to say this to you."
"Just say it," I forced her "You'll end up more miserable if you don't let me know."
"No I wouldn't," she objected as she turned away from me to face the door "I have to go now."
"You just came back now," I explained "You have to leave again now?"
"I'm sorry," she cried "I need to be alone."
Before I could say anything else, she opened the door, walked out and slammed it behind her.
The only word I could say right now was:
Fuck...
