Where Do Broken Hearts Go?, chapter 2
I went back to heaven that afternoon, after following Billie Joe home. Once again Gabriel came to me to explain exactly, exactly in some sort of riddle that is, what I was going to be doing.
"You'll have 3 days to observe him before he is able to see you." Gabriel told me.
"Observe him? Why do I have to observe him? Wasn't that what I did today?" I said. I didn't exactly know why I was so eager for Billie Joe to be able to see me. He was just so intriguing to me for some reason.
"Just do as your told. Observe him and on the morning of the 4th day he will be able to see you for the first time. But be cautious of course. It will be hard to convince him that you are really an angel."
"Well isn't that reassuring." I said as I got ready for my departure to earth. It didn't really take much considering I was an angel and I could basically think up whatever I was going to wear that day. So I said goodbye to some of my friends and in almost an instant I was back to earth, free of my wings, and free to "observe" Billie Joe all I wanted. It was surprising how quickly 3 days went by. On the 3rd night Billie, Mike and Tre went out partying and they all ended up crashing at Mike's house. Let me tell you though those guys have an extraordinarily high alcohol tolerance. I sat there watching Billie Joe sleep for a good 3 hours after I woke up (yes angels do sleep). At around 11 he finally stirred. He sat up, and rubbed his eyes, then surveyed the room. When he saw me perched on the edge of the dresser in Mike's guest room he almost fell out of the bed.
*Billie Joe P.O.V.*
I had just woken up so at first glance I thought I must have been seeing things. But I took a second glance, and then a third and I damn near fell out of the bed. There was a girl sitting on the edge of the dresser in Mike's guest room. She was fucking beautiful. Her hair was strawberry blonde and went a little past her shoulders. It curled out for the most part and she had bangs that were swept to the side. Her eyes were dark blue, like the color of the ocean, and she was really small and delicate. She was wearing a skirt with jagged edges and a corset top, all in white, with little flat shoes that slightly resembled ballet slippers.
"Who the hell are you, and where the fuck did you come from?" I asked. "I know I was pretty shit faced last night, but I KNOW that I didn't bring any chicks home and I'm fairly certain Mike and Tre didn't either."
"No no, no one brought me home. I got here myself." she said. She hopped off of the dresser and walked over to the bed and plopped down next to me.
"Listen if you want an autograph, then no problem. I'll go get the guys and you can be on your way." I said. Sure she was beautiful, but that didn't mean I wasn't fucking freaked out that some strange chick was watching me sleep. She just sighed and extended her hand.
"Hi Billie Joe. My name is Charlie, and I'll be your angel for the next few weeks or months or whatever."
"Angel?" I said.
"Yep. I'm an angel." she said.
"Yea, and my ass is the virgin fucking Mary." I said. She looked disappointed and for an instant I felt a pang of guilt.
"No I'm serious. I'm here to help you. I know all about your wife's death. Well not really all about it....but I know she died and your hurt and I was sent to help."
This girl is losing her fucking marbles, I thought to myself. Then I screamed.
"MIKE!! TRE!!! SOMEBODY GET THE FUCK IN HERE!!! THERE"S A CRAZY CHICK WHO THINKS SHE"S AN ANGEL!!" I shouted. She shook her head and crossed her arms.
"My oh my are you gonna look dumb when they get in here." she said tapping one of her tiny feet. "You think I'm crazy, but just you wait and see." Just then Mike came barging through the door, Tre following behind him, still pretty much drunk from last night.
"Billie what the fuck are you talking about?" Mike said to me.
"You must have had a nightmare...except how that could be a nightmare I don't really know." Tre added. I looked over at the girl who stood beside the bed, a smug look on her face.
"But....but..." I said looking from Mike to Tre to the girl.
"Yea Billie boy...there's no one in here so if you'll excuse me I'm going back to sleep. I have the hangover from fucking hell" Mike said, and he and Tre walked out of the room. The girl looked at me and didn't say a word. Her expression however said "I told ya so."
"You...your an..." I said in shock.
"An angel. Yes that I am."
"But you...you don't even have wings." I said to her. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and all of a sudden a pair of white feathery wings appeared on her back. I extended my hand and touched them to make sure they were real.
"You have got to be shitting me." I said in almost a whisper.
"Nope no shitting." she said and she closed her eyes again and the wings were gone. "I don't travel with them, on account of the fact that they are very inconvenient."
"What are you...?" I asked. She cut me off before I could finish.
"Doing here...I'm not so sure myself. You see angels go on missions. Missions to help people. When they finish a mission they always get rewarded. You need help weather you realize it or not and therefore I was assigned to you. You are my mission. Oh and just in case you haven't figured it out already....only you can see me." she said matter-of-fact.
"I don't need an angel so go back to wherever you came from." I said. Once again she looked slightly hurt. But then she just shrugged.
"Whatever. it's not like I want to be here either." she said. "But since your stuck with me and I'm stuck with you...we might as well start over." She held out her hand. I gave her a look and then reluctantly took it. It was warm and soft, like an angel's hand should be and for a moment I forgot why I was so angry to have a guardian angel in the first place.
"I'm Charlie." she said cheerfully. I practically threw her hand down.
"I know. You told me." I said. I don't need a guardian angel. I thought to myself. I can fucking take care of myself...
"You'll have 3 days to observe him before he is able to see you." Gabriel told me.
"Observe him? Why do I have to observe him? Wasn't that what I did today?" I said. I didn't exactly know why I was so eager for Billie Joe to be able to see me. He was just so intriguing to me for some reason.
"Just do as your told. Observe him and on the morning of the 4th day he will be able to see you for the first time. But be cautious of course. It will be hard to convince him that you are really an angel."
"Well isn't that reassuring." I said as I got ready for my departure to earth. It didn't really take much considering I was an angel and I could basically think up whatever I was going to wear that day. So I said goodbye to some of my friends and in almost an instant I was back to earth, free of my wings, and free to "observe" Billie Joe all I wanted. It was surprising how quickly 3 days went by. On the 3rd night Billie, Mike and Tre went out partying and they all ended up crashing at Mike's house. Let me tell you though those guys have an extraordinarily high alcohol tolerance. I sat there watching Billie Joe sleep for a good 3 hours after I woke up (yes angels do sleep). At around 11 he finally stirred. He sat up, and rubbed his eyes, then surveyed the room. When he saw me perched on the edge of the dresser in Mike's guest room he almost fell out of the bed.
*Billie Joe P.O.V.*
I had just woken up so at first glance I thought I must have been seeing things. But I took a second glance, and then a third and I damn near fell out of the bed. There was a girl sitting on the edge of the dresser in Mike's guest room. She was fucking beautiful. Her hair was strawberry blonde and went a little past her shoulders. It curled out for the most part and she had bangs that were swept to the side. Her eyes were dark blue, like the color of the ocean, and she was really small and delicate. She was wearing a skirt with jagged edges and a corset top, all in white, with little flat shoes that slightly resembled ballet slippers.
"Who the hell are you, and where the fuck did you come from?" I asked. "I know I was pretty shit faced last night, but I KNOW that I didn't bring any chicks home and I'm fairly certain Mike and Tre didn't either."
"No no, no one brought me home. I got here myself." she said. She hopped off of the dresser and walked over to the bed and plopped down next to me.
"Listen if you want an autograph, then no problem. I'll go get the guys and you can be on your way." I said. Sure she was beautiful, but that didn't mean I wasn't fucking freaked out that some strange chick was watching me sleep. She just sighed and extended her hand.
"Hi Billie Joe. My name is Charlie, and I'll be your angel for the next few weeks or months or whatever."
"Angel?" I said.
"Yep. I'm an angel." she said.
"Yea, and my ass is the virgin fucking Mary." I said. She looked disappointed and for an instant I felt a pang of guilt.
"No I'm serious. I'm here to help you. I know all about your wife's death. Well not really all about it....but I know she died and your hurt and I was sent to help."
This girl is losing her fucking marbles, I thought to myself. Then I screamed.
"MIKE!! TRE!!! SOMEBODY GET THE FUCK IN HERE!!! THERE"S A CRAZY CHICK WHO THINKS SHE"S AN ANGEL!!" I shouted. She shook her head and crossed her arms.
"My oh my are you gonna look dumb when they get in here." she said tapping one of her tiny feet. "You think I'm crazy, but just you wait and see." Just then Mike came barging through the door, Tre following behind him, still pretty much drunk from last night.
"Billie what the fuck are you talking about?" Mike said to me.
"You must have had a nightmare...except how that could be a nightmare I don't really know." Tre added. I looked over at the girl who stood beside the bed, a smug look on her face.
"But....but..." I said looking from Mike to Tre to the girl.
"Yea Billie boy...there's no one in here so if you'll excuse me I'm going back to sleep. I have the hangover from fucking hell" Mike said, and he and Tre walked out of the room. The girl looked at me and didn't say a word. Her expression however said "I told ya so."
"You...your an..." I said in shock.
"An angel. Yes that I am."
"But you...you don't even have wings." I said to her. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and all of a sudden a pair of white feathery wings appeared on her back. I extended my hand and touched them to make sure they were real.
"You have got to be shitting me." I said in almost a whisper.
"Nope no shitting." she said and she closed her eyes again and the wings were gone. "I don't travel with them, on account of the fact that they are very inconvenient."
"What are you...?" I asked. She cut me off before I could finish.
"Doing here...I'm not so sure myself. You see angels go on missions. Missions to help people. When they finish a mission they always get rewarded. You need help weather you realize it or not and therefore I was assigned to you. You are my mission. Oh and just in case you haven't figured it out already....only you can see me." she said matter-of-fact.
"I don't need an angel so go back to wherever you came from." I said. Once again she looked slightly hurt. But then she just shrugged.
"Whatever. it's not like I want to be here either." she said. "But since your stuck with me and I'm stuck with you...we might as well start over." She held out her hand. I gave her a look and then reluctantly took it. It was warm and soft, like an angel's hand should be and for a moment I forgot why I was so angry to have a guardian angel in the first place.
"I'm Charlie." she said cheerfully. I practically threw her hand down.
"I know. You told me." I said. I don't need a guardian angel. I thought to myself. I can fucking take care of myself...
