Billie Joe was my friend, chapter 2
"You will stay here until told otherwise."
And then she left the room, locking the door behind her, with us alone.
Did I mention we were alone?
I looked at him, into the glistening, big,
emerald-like eyes he had. He had never looked at me like that before.
There was something about them that I got lost in. He pulled me close
to him, and kissed me on my cheek, edging toward my lips. He was so
sweet, the way he was seemingly unsure about what he was doing.
"Sorry, Mia, I'm just nervous. I've never kissed a fellow
punk before."
AWWWWWWW! He was unsure! HA! Take that, bitches, he's actually
sensitive with me, I thought.
"It's ok."
I pushed him up against the wall, and kissed him passionatly, but flirty.
He turned me around, so I was up against the wall, but he threw me harder
than I did him. He almost literally stuck his tounge down my throat, and rubbed
his hands up and down my back. I knew what would come next if I let him go on.
"No. No. NO," I screamed as he tried to pull my skirt off.
He backed off, swearing.
"What the hell?"
"What kind of girl do you think I am? I'm not one of the sluts that always
hang on you! I have FEELINGS!"
He stood there, shocked at what I had just said. He didn't say anything, but came
at me. I stepped to the right, letting him smash into the wall.
"What the hell was that for?!?!?!?!?!"
"You get nothing until you can respect me."
He stomped over to the other side of the room, and slumped down in a chair. I stomped
along, until I came to the door, and kicked it, but it wouldn't open. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw Billie Joe shaking really hard.
"You ok?"
He didn't respond, but he was murmuring something under his breath. Shortly after,
he passed out.
*Billie Joe's POV*
I woke up several minutes later, to find Mia Cummings sitting on me. It looked like
she was trying to pin me down or something.
"Mia, why are you sitting on me?"
"To keep you down. You went crazy."
Oh, shit. Must have been a panic attack.
"I.....Mia, I..........love you."
She stood up in shock.
"What?"
"I love you. Ever since the 8th grade, I have. I'm sorry about earlier."
I tried to kiss her, but I couldn't get up. She read my mind, bent over, and kissed me.
"I love you too. And don't worry about it."
*My POV*
"I love you. Ever since the 8th grade, I have."
Even hours later, those words still rung in my ears. Oh, I'm such a god-damned idiot!
Ashlyn was right! He does like me! But in a way, she's wrong, because he doesn't like
me, he loves me. I didn't know why they kept us in at night, but I'll never know. I heard
Billie Joe snoring softly on a table next to me. But I couldn't sleep. My mind was keeping me up.
"You are the heart of my light and soul," I sang softly.
He opened his eyes, and turned over on his side, so he was facing me.
"What about me?"
"Nothing...just something I wrote."
"Can I hear it?"
I sighed. Should I?
"Fine."
" Who ever knew I was falling,
Falling through the dark?
Who ever knew how I felt?
Who ever knew I was crying,
Into what I thought was home.
But you found me,
And dried away my tears.
You are the heart of my light and soul."
"That's all I've got."
He looked at me, wide eyed.
"That's real good."
"Thanks."
I laid down on the table, and I was feeling crazy, so I intertwined my legs with his,
then kissed him on the cheek.
"Goodnight, baby."
He mumbled something I couldn't understand, and fell asleep. Gosh, he looked so cute asleep. But I didn't want to think about that too much, because I knew it probably wouldn't work. My awakness barrier was wearing off, (Ha ha awakness barrier) so I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep thinking,
"Give me a long kiss goodnight, and everything will be alright."
And then she left the room, locking the door behind her, with us alone.
Did I mention we were alone?
I looked at him, into the glistening, big,
emerald-like eyes he had. He had never looked at me like that before.
There was something about them that I got lost in. He pulled me close
to him, and kissed me on my cheek, edging toward my lips. He was so
sweet, the way he was seemingly unsure about what he was doing.
"Sorry, Mia, I'm just nervous. I've never kissed a fellow
punk before."
AWWWWWWW! He was unsure! HA! Take that, bitches, he's actually
sensitive with me, I thought.
"It's ok."
I pushed him up against the wall, and kissed him passionatly, but flirty.
He turned me around, so I was up against the wall, but he threw me harder
than I did him. He almost literally stuck his tounge down my throat, and rubbed
his hands up and down my back. I knew what would come next if I let him go on.
"No. No. NO," I screamed as he tried to pull my skirt off.
He backed off, swearing.
"What the hell?"
"What kind of girl do you think I am? I'm not one of the sluts that always
hang on you! I have FEELINGS!"
He stood there, shocked at what I had just said. He didn't say anything, but came
at me. I stepped to the right, letting him smash into the wall.
"What the hell was that for?!?!?!?!?!"
"You get nothing until you can respect me."
He stomped over to the other side of the room, and slumped down in a chair. I stomped
along, until I came to the door, and kicked it, but it wouldn't open. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw Billie Joe shaking really hard.
"You ok?"
He didn't respond, but he was murmuring something under his breath. Shortly after,
he passed out.
*Billie Joe's POV*
I woke up several minutes later, to find Mia Cummings sitting on me. It looked like
she was trying to pin me down or something.
"Mia, why are you sitting on me?"
"To keep you down. You went crazy."
Oh, shit. Must have been a panic attack.
"I.....Mia, I..........love you."
She stood up in shock.
"What?"
"I love you. Ever since the 8th grade, I have. I'm sorry about earlier."
I tried to kiss her, but I couldn't get up. She read my mind, bent over, and kissed me.
"I love you too. And don't worry about it."
*My POV*
"I love you. Ever since the 8th grade, I have."
Even hours later, those words still rung in my ears. Oh, I'm such a god-damned idiot!
Ashlyn was right! He does like me! But in a way, she's wrong, because he doesn't like
me, he loves me. I didn't know why they kept us in at night, but I'll never know. I heard
Billie Joe snoring softly on a table next to me. But I couldn't sleep. My mind was keeping me up.
"You are the heart of my light and soul," I sang softly.
He opened his eyes, and turned over on his side, so he was facing me.
"What about me?"
"Nothing...just something I wrote."
"Can I hear it?"
I sighed. Should I?
"Fine."
" Who ever knew I was falling,
Falling through the dark?
Who ever knew how I felt?
Who ever knew I was crying,
Into what I thought was home.
But you found me,
And dried away my tears.
You are the heart of my light and soul."
"That's all I've got."
He looked at me, wide eyed.
"That's real good."
"Thanks."
I laid down on the table, and I was feeling crazy, so I intertwined my legs with his,
then kissed him on the cheek.
"Goodnight, baby."
He mumbled something I couldn't understand, and fell asleep. Gosh, he looked so cute asleep. But I didn't want to think about that too much, because I knew it probably wouldn't work. My awakness barrier was wearing off, (Ha ha awakness barrier) so I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep thinking,
"Give me a long kiss goodnight, and everything will be alright."
