Angel Face, chapter 8
"Hi mom.." Morgan said weakly, standing infront of Billie Joe.
"Maybe I should go--" Billie Joe, began, heading to the door.
"Oh no, I don't think so. I want an explaination." Morgan's mom said, her face getting redder by the second.
"Mom, this is Billie Joe. Billie Joe, this is my mom, Susan Fry."
Morgan's voice trembled slightly as she said this, and she gave her mom a 'please be nice, I'll explain later' look. But apparently her mom didn't notice.
"Well Billie Joe, may I ask what you are doing with my daughter?"
"Umm..well..I-I.." Billie Joe stuttered.
"He was having a fight with his roomate last night." Morgan said, cutting in. "So I let him sleep on the couch."
"Besides, why are you here anyway? I haven't talked to you in 3 years."
"I came to check up on you, but seeing as my little girl has become a slut, I guess there is no use." Morgan's mom said, glaring at Billie Joe.
"Go to hell.." Morgan muttered.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, GO TO HELL!" Morgan yelled.
Morgan's mom had a look on her face like she had just been slapped.
"Well, I can see I'm not wanted here." She said.
"Good, then leave. I don't know why you thought you would."
Morgan's mom walked out the door, and Morgan slamed it.
"Good god, what was that about?" Billie Joe asked.
"Ever since my parents got divorced, me and my mom haven't really been on best speaking terms."
"Oh."
Just at that moment, Mike walks in with 3 bags in his hands.
"Could I get some help here?" He said, almost dropping 2 of the bags.
Billie Joe and Morgan took the bags from Mike.
"Well, I'm not helpless, I could've carried one."
Billie Joe and Morgan forced smiles, and began putting the food away.
"You guys heard anything from Tre today?" Mike asked.
"Nope.."
"Me either. I didn't bother to call home. Maybe I should check on him.."
"Nah, don't bother. I'm fine." Tre said, as he walked through the door, his hand over his head.
"Well, I'll be damned, he's alive!" Mike said laughing.
"Just barley." Tre said, searching through the medicine cabinet.
"You got any asprin?" Tre asked Morgan.
"Err..yea..2nd shelf." She replied.
"Listen, could I talk to you in the other room for a minute Tre?" Billie Joe said.
"Sure."
They walked into the living room.
"Listen," Billie Joe began. "I don't know why you think that you can just come in here and act like nothing happened after what you did last night."
"What did I do last night?"
"You mean you don't remember?"
"Hell no, I was wasted."
"Well, you remember why you got wasted?"
"Yea, because I found out about you and Morgan." Tre said, his voice slightly louder.
"Yea, well last night, you came in and threatened Morgan and me. You called her a 'Whore Bitch' and started crying."
"Oh god.." Tre said, his eyes looking torwards the ground.
"Could you go get Morgan for me?"
"I guess."
Billie Joe walked into the kitchen, where he saw Mike and Morgan thumb wrestling.
"Dammit you're too strong for a girl."
"Nah, you're just weak."
"Hey!"
"Morgan, Tre wants to talk to you." Billie Joe said.
"Okay.." Morgan said, getting up from the table and walking into the living room.
"Hey, Morgan, listen, I'm really sorry about last night. I didn't remember any of it until Billie Joe just told me. I shouldn't have come here wasted, and I sure as hell shouldn't have threatened you. Can you forgive me?"
"Yea, I guess. Fuck, you really scared me last night, you know that?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just going to take some time for me to get used to the thought of you and Billie Joe."
"Well Tre, no matter what, I'm always your friend." Morgan said.
"Same goes here."
"We're good then?" Tre asked.
"We're good."
By the time this was all sorted out, it was around 2 PM, and everyone was bored as hell.
"I'm bored." Billie Joe said.
"Me too." Tre said.
"Me three." Mike said.
"Me four." Morgan said.
"Plus, there's nothing on the tube. Like there ever is.." Tre said, throwing the remote across the room.
Billie Joe put his arm around Morgan, while Tre eyed them.
Morgan started singing under her breath.
"Whatcha singing?" Billie Joe asked, smirking.
"Nothing." Morgan said, quickly stopping.
"Oh, come on, tell us tell us!" Tre said, bouncing up and down on the couch.
"No!" Morgan said.
They all sat in silence for another 10 minutes, and Morgan started singing again without being aware of it.
"Okay, now I know what you're singing." Billie Joe said, smiling.
"What then?"
"You're singing the first song that you heard us play!"
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too!"
Then Billie Joe started tickling her.
"Oh my god.." Mike groaned.
"Tickle fight!" Tre exlaimed, glad something was finally happening.
"Billie Joe...hehee....stop..hahaha....quit..heee.." Morgan said, fighting to get away from Billie Joe.
"Admit it then! Admit that you were singing one of our songs!"
"Fine then!! Just stop!"
"Ha, I knew it."
The room was silent again.
"I'm bored again." Tre said.
"Yea..." Billie Joe said, getting up from the couch, and walking across the room.
"Billie, what are you doing?" Morgan asked.
"Getting food."
Morgan got up, and followed him into the kitchen.
"Maybe I should go--" Billie Joe, began, heading to the door.
"Oh no, I don't think so. I want an explaination." Morgan's mom said, her face getting redder by the second.
"Mom, this is Billie Joe. Billie Joe, this is my mom, Susan Fry."
Morgan's voice trembled slightly as she said this, and she gave her mom a 'please be nice, I'll explain later' look. But apparently her mom didn't notice.
"Well Billie Joe, may I ask what you are doing with my daughter?"
"Umm..well..I-I.." Billie Joe stuttered.
"He was having a fight with his roomate last night." Morgan said, cutting in. "So I let him sleep on the couch."
"Besides, why are you here anyway? I haven't talked to you in 3 years."
"I came to check up on you, but seeing as my little girl has become a slut, I guess there is no use." Morgan's mom said, glaring at Billie Joe.
"Go to hell.." Morgan muttered.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, GO TO HELL!" Morgan yelled.
Morgan's mom had a look on her face like she had just been slapped.
"Well, I can see I'm not wanted here." She said.
"Good, then leave. I don't know why you thought you would."
Morgan's mom walked out the door, and Morgan slamed it.
"Good god, what was that about?" Billie Joe asked.
"Ever since my parents got divorced, me and my mom haven't really been on best speaking terms."
"Oh."
Just at that moment, Mike walks in with 3 bags in his hands.
"Could I get some help here?" He said, almost dropping 2 of the bags.
Billie Joe and Morgan took the bags from Mike.
"Well, I'm not helpless, I could've carried one."
Billie Joe and Morgan forced smiles, and began putting the food away.
"You guys heard anything from Tre today?" Mike asked.
"Nope.."
"Me either. I didn't bother to call home. Maybe I should check on him.."
"Nah, don't bother. I'm fine." Tre said, as he walked through the door, his hand over his head.
"Well, I'll be damned, he's alive!" Mike said laughing.
"Just barley." Tre said, searching through the medicine cabinet.
"You got any asprin?" Tre asked Morgan.
"Err..yea..2nd shelf." She replied.
"Listen, could I talk to you in the other room for a minute Tre?" Billie Joe said.
"Sure."
They walked into the living room.
"Listen," Billie Joe began. "I don't know why you think that you can just come in here and act like nothing happened after what you did last night."
"What did I do last night?"
"You mean you don't remember?"
"Hell no, I was wasted."
"Well, you remember why you got wasted?"
"Yea, because I found out about you and Morgan." Tre said, his voice slightly louder.
"Yea, well last night, you came in and threatened Morgan and me. You called her a 'Whore Bitch' and started crying."
"Oh god.." Tre said, his eyes looking torwards the ground.
"Could you go get Morgan for me?"
"I guess."
Billie Joe walked into the kitchen, where he saw Mike and Morgan thumb wrestling.
"Dammit you're too strong for a girl."
"Nah, you're just weak."
"Hey!"
"Morgan, Tre wants to talk to you." Billie Joe said.
"Okay.." Morgan said, getting up from the table and walking into the living room.
"Hey, Morgan, listen, I'm really sorry about last night. I didn't remember any of it until Billie Joe just told me. I shouldn't have come here wasted, and I sure as hell shouldn't have threatened you. Can you forgive me?"
"Yea, I guess. Fuck, you really scared me last night, you know that?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just going to take some time for me to get used to the thought of you and Billie Joe."
"Well Tre, no matter what, I'm always your friend." Morgan said.
"Same goes here."
"We're good then?" Tre asked.
"We're good."
By the time this was all sorted out, it was around 2 PM, and everyone was bored as hell.
"I'm bored." Billie Joe said.
"Me too." Tre said.
"Me three." Mike said.
"Me four." Morgan said.
"Plus, there's nothing on the tube. Like there ever is.." Tre said, throwing the remote across the room.
Billie Joe put his arm around Morgan, while Tre eyed them.
Morgan started singing under her breath.
"Whatcha singing?" Billie Joe asked, smirking.
"Nothing." Morgan said, quickly stopping.
"Oh, come on, tell us tell us!" Tre said, bouncing up and down on the couch.
"No!" Morgan said.
They all sat in silence for another 10 minutes, and Morgan started singing again without being aware of it.
"Okay, now I know what you're singing." Billie Joe said, smiling.
"What then?"
"You're singing the first song that you heard us play!"
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too!"
Then Billie Joe started tickling her.
"Oh my god.." Mike groaned.
"Tickle fight!" Tre exlaimed, glad something was finally happening.
"Billie Joe...hehee....stop..hahaha....quit..heee.." Morgan said, fighting to get away from Billie Joe.
"Admit it then! Admit that you were singing one of our songs!"
"Fine then!! Just stop!"
"Ha, I knew it."
The room was silent again.
"I'm bored again." Tre said.
"Yea..." Billie Joe said, getting up from the couch, and walking across the room.
"Billie, what are you doing?" Morgan asked.
"Getting food."
Morgan got up, and followed him into the kitchen.
