Billie The Bully, chapter 6
Lucy ran out of the house, not even grabbing a coat.
Billie Joe was seriously fucked up. She hadn't realized that the look in his eyes was partly made up of fear... not until she'd gotten away from him. Because those eyes could capture you, keep you, and you'd never know it, but once they have you... you might never escape.
She ran the streets towards Billie's house, keeping an eye out just in case he was somewhere around.
She didn't know what he was going to do. She didn't know what she was going to do. But she did know she had to find him.
NOW.
Billie was in a bubble.
Yep. Him and the bubble again. He'd had quite a few interferences from the bubble recently.
"Bubble." He giggled. "Bubble."
He'd gotten home, and he'd got all the booze he could find. He'd rushed up the stairs, got his secret stash of "goodies", and gone back down the stairs. Drink drink smoke, drink drink smoke, drink drink drink drink drink smoke smoke drink smoke smoke drink...
Billie giggled to himself again. He loved his bubble.
By now he was so out of it he could barely see. He was pretty sure he had fallen onto the floor at one point, but he hadn't felt his. His bubble, remember?
He felt pressure on his upper arms. He tried to see, but he couldn't, the bubble was blinding him. All he could see was a blur.
Lucy hadn't had to run for long. She knew her way to Billie's, seeing as she'd spent countless times walking by or calling for him with Mike and Tre.
Through the window she could see the blurring light of the TV. She knocked on the door. As she'd expected, nobody answered, so she tried the handle and found it unlocked. In she went.
She followed the sounds of the TV.
She found herself in the living room, the back of the couch facing her. She looked around. There was a big cabinet, with numerous photoframes and books displayed, some plants in pots, books and papers. It was just like any other house, as far as she could see.
As she walked around the couch she saw him. Billie Joe. Laid on his back, his left hand trailing from the couch. Beer bottles and fag ends surrounded him. His eyes were half-open, and he was drooling, mumbling away.
"Billie!" She shrieked.
He didn't even respond. He just continued to murmur.
"Billie," She whispered. She kneeled over him and held his upper arms. She had to help him, wake him up.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!" She shouted.
His head twitched. He heard. He heard!
She slapped his face hard. "Billie! Wake up!"
The bubble is ending...
Billie Joe felt something, hard, fast, straight across his face. As that happened his vision became clearer, he began to feel. The bubble... The bubble...
"The bubble..."
The bubble?! Lucy thought as she slapped him again. How much has she had?
She got up and ran into the kitchen, searching through the cupboards. She found a plastic cup, filled it with water, and ran back into the living room.
He'd stopped twitching by now, and looked close to normal.
She poured the water over him, letting it splash against his flesh, and watched as he spluttered and coughed. She pulled him into an upright position and watched as he focused on her.
"LuLu?"
She smirked at that. LuLu.
"God Billie," She whispered, "You silly bastard."
He smiled... then grabbed his mouth and ran upstairs.
A second later Lucy heard him vomiting, then the sound of the toilet flushing. Then more vomiting.
She felt uncomfortable in his house alone, but tried not to, and turned on the TV.
About twenty minutes later, Lucy was nervously making her way up the stairs. She'd decided to check on him.
I mean, what if he's collapsed or something? Lucy thought as she loked around the dark upstairs hallway.
She saw light coming from under a door, and slowly pushed it open.
He was there, curled in a ball and on his side, tears slipping from his face.
Lucy edged her way towards him, touched him gingerly on the shoulder.
He jumped and looked up. His green eyes swam with tears, the skin around them red and poofy. He looked... he looked...
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He was stiff at first, but then he joined her, hugging her tightly, rocking back and forth.
Billie Joe was seriously fucked up. She hadn't realized that the look in his eyes was partly made up of fear... not until she'd gotten away from him. Because those eyes could capture you, keep you, and you'd never know it, but once they have you... you might never escape.
She ran the streets towards Billie's house, keeping an eye out just in case he was somewhere around.
She didn't know what he was going to do. She didn't know what she was going to do. But she did know she had to find him.
NOW.
Billie was in a bubble.
Yep. Him and the bubble again. He'd had quite a few interferences from the bubble recently.
"Bubble." He giggled. "Bubble."
He'd gotten home, and he'd got all the booze he could find. He'd rushed up the stairs, got his secret stash of "goodies", and gone back down the stairs. Drink drink smoke, drink drink smoke, drink drink drink drink drink smoke smoke drink smoke smoke drink...
Billie giggled to himself again. He loved his bubble.
By now he was so out of it he could barely see. He was pretty sure he had fallen onto the floor at one point, but he hadn't felt his. His bubble, remember?
He felt pressure on his upper arms. He tried to see, but he couldn't, the bubble was blinding him. All he could see was a blur.
Lucy hadn't had to run for long. She knew her way to Billie's, seeing as she'd spent countless times walking by or calling for him with Mike and Tre.
Through the window she could see the blurring light of the TV. She knocked on the door. As she'd expected, nobody answered, so she tried the handle and found it unlocked. In she went.
She followed the sounds of the TV.
She found herself in the living room, the back of the couch facing her. She looked around. There was a big cabinet, with numerous photoframes and books displayed, some plants in pots, books and papers. It was just like any other house, as far as she could see.
As she walked around the couch she saw him. Billie Joe. Laid on his back, his left hand trailing from the couch. Beer bottles and fag ends surrounded him. His eyes were half-open, and he was drooling, mumbling away.
"Billie!" She shrieked.
He didn't even respond. He just continued to murmur.
"Billie," She whispered. She kneeled over him and held his upper arms. She had to help him, wake him up.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!" She shouted.
His head twitched. He heard. He heard!
She slapped his face hard. "Billie! Wake up!"
The bubble is ending...
Billie Joe felt something, hard, fast, straight across his face. As that happened his vision became clearer, he began to feel. The bubble... The bubble...
"The bubble..."
The bubble?! Lucy thought as she slapped him again. How much has she had?
She got up and ran into the kitchen, searching through the cupboards. She found a plastic cup, filled it with water, and ran back into the living room.
He'd stopped twitching by now, and looked close to normal.
She poured the water over him, letting it splash against his flesh, and watched as he spluttered and coughed. She pulled him into an upright position and watched as he focused on her.
"LuLu?"
She smirked at that. LuLu.
"God Billie," She whispered, "You silly bastard."
He smiled... then grabbed his mouth and ran upstairs.
A second later Lucy heard him vomiting, then the sound of the toilet flushing. Then more vomiting.
She felt uncomfortable in his house alone, but tried not to, and turned on the TV.
About twenty minutes later, Lucy was nervously making her way up the stairs. She'd decided to check on him.
I mean, what if he's collapsed or something? Lucy thought as she loked around the dark upstairs hallway.
She saw light coming from under a door, and slowly pushed it open.
He was there, curled in a ball and on his side, tears slipping from his face.
Lucy edged her way towards him, touched him gingerly on the shoulder.
He jumped and looked up. His green eyes swam with tears, the skin around them red and poofy. He looked... he looked...
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He was stiff at first, but then he joined her, hugging her tightly, rocking back and forth.
