We're Just Melodramatic Fools (Billie Joe Armstrong), chapter 5
-The Next Day-
I woke up and looked at my alarm clock. It was 7:47. School started 10 minutes ago!
"Oh, God, I'm gunna get in so much trouble... Oh well." I muttered to myself as I got on some random outfit and ran to school. (Unfortunetly, I didn't have my license yet. )
I ran to my first period class and sat down, ignoring the giggling of the plasticy peoples who found my tardy-ness amusing.
"Glad you can finally join us, Skylar. If you're late again, you'll get detention." Mrs. Smith said. (me: isn't that a creative last name? ) I rolled my eyes and got my notebook out. I was taking notes, and I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw Billie Joe.
"Hey, Billie." I murmured.
"Hey, Skye. Did you over sleep?"
"No. My alarm clock did." Billie laughed a bit, then went back to writting notes, and I did the same.
After class, Billie waited in the doorway for me. Then he followed me all the way to my locker.
"Can I help you?" I asked in a slightly annoyed tone. I didn't like people following me. It made me feel like I was being stalked.
"Uh... Well... Yeah, actually. I was just wondering... When I kissed you yesterday... Did it mean anything to you?"
"No." I lied. Actually, it meant a lot to me. I was falling for Billie Joe, even though I really didn't want to.
"Oh... Sorry." He said. His voice was barely above a whisper, and I felt horrible for hurting his feelings. He started walking away, and the guilt was already eating at me.
"Billie!" I yelled. He didn't stop walking, but he slowed down a bit, so I could catch up with him. "I lied." I finally said. "It meant something to me. It meant everything to me." Billie Joe smiled and kissed me again. This time I kissed him back.
"I told you yesterday that I could help you. So do you want me to or not?" He asked when we finished. I nodded slowly. He nodded back. "Okay." Then he ran to his next class.
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After school
"Skye? Are you okay?" Billie asked. I was in the bathroom, throwing up the pizza I ate at lunch, and so I didn't know he came over.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I lied.
"Then I"m comming in." He opened the door only to find me with my face buried in my hands, crying on the bathroom floor. He sank to his knees and hugged me.
"Don't cry, baby." He whispered.
"I thought I was getting better. But I'm only getting worse." I told him. I looked at him and realized he was about to cry too.
"You will get better, Skylar. You can beat this." He was so determained to help me get better that he didn't realize how hard it would be. I didn't realize it either though.
"I don't want to go to a rehab." I mumbled.
"You aren't going to a rehab! I'll help you get better myself. Even if I have to watch your every move." I shuddered a bit at the thought of someone watching every motion I made. Listening to every word I said. That was another reason why my parents wanted to get me out of Texas. Someone was stalking me. Someone I knew quite well. He was someone I once thought I loved. But that was a very long time ago.
I woke up and looked at my alarm clock. It was 7:47. School started 10 minutes ago!
"Oh, God, I'm gunna get in so much trouble... Oh well." I muttered to myself as I got on some random outfit and ran to school. (Unfortunetly, I didn't have my license yet. )
I ran to my first period class and sat down, ignoring the giggling of the plasticy peoples who found my tardy-ness amusing.
"Glad you can finally join us, Skylar. If you're late again, you'll get detention." Mrs. Smith said. (me: isn't that a creative last name? ) I rolled my eyes and got my notebook out. I was taking notes, and I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw Billie Joe.
"Hey, Billie." I murmured.
"Hey, Skye. Did you over sleep?"
"No. My alarm clock did." Billie laughed a bit, then went back to writting notes, and I did the same.
After class, Billie waited in the doorway for me. Then he followed me all the way to my locker.
"Can I help you?" I asked in a slightly annoyed tone. I didn't like people following me. It made me feel like I was being stalked.
"Uh... Well... Yeah, actually. I was just wondering... When I kissed you yesterday... Did it mean anything to you?"
"No." I lied. Actually, it meant a lot to me. I was falling for Billie Joe, even though I really didn't want to.
"Oh... Sorry." He said. His voice was barely above a whisper, and I felt horrible for hurting his feelings. He started walking away, and the guilt was already eating at me.
"Billie!" I yelled. He didn't stop walking, but he slowed down a bit, so I could catch up with him. "I lied." I finally said. "It meant something to me. It meant everything to me." Billie Joe smiled and kissed me again. This time I kissed him back.
"I told you yesterday that I could help you. So do you want me to or not?" He asked when we finished. I nodded slowly. He nodded back. "Okay." Then he ran to his next class.
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After school
"Skye? Are you okay?" Billie asked. I was in the bathroom, throwing up the pizza I ate at lunch, and so I didn't know he came over.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I lied.
"Then I"m comming in." He opened the door only to find me with my face buried in my hands, crying on the bathroom floor. He sank to his knees and hugged me.
"Don't cry, baby." He whispered.
"I thought I was getting better. But I'm only getting worse." I told him. I looked at him and realized he was about to cry too.
"You will get better, Skylar. You can beat this." He was so determained to help me get better that he didn't realize how hard it would be. I didn't realize it either though.
"I don't want to go to a rehab." I mumbled.
"You aren't going to a rehab! I'll help you get better myself. Even if I have to watch your every move." I shuddered a bit at the thought of someone watching every motion I made. Listening to every word I said. That was another reason why my parents wanted to get me out of Texas. Someone was stalking me. Someone I knew quite well. He was someone I once thought I loved. But that was a very long time ago.
