Pearls, chapter 4
"So! This is my bedroom, bed, computer, closet, OK done," I said. I was recently rid of most of my achohol intake, having puked unceremoniously in the gold-plated toilet. I was still kind of tipsy, though. Evan, was still drunk. Really drunk.
"Iz dish youuuu?" He said, pointing to a photo of me and Stella. It was a the ice-cream shop and Stella I got into a ice-cream fight.
"Yeah, that's me and Stella," I said, smiling.
"You look zho HAWT dere! I wanna lick all dee ish-cream off of you!" Evan slurred.
I giggled, but got a little nervous as my paranoia kicked in. I was alone with a drunk, 18-year-old, who just told me he basically wanted to fuck me. Oh and did I mention that we were on my bed? Evan looked at me.
"Your weally, weally BEE-OOH-TEE-FULL Chloe!" Evan said.
Paranoia spung up a notch. I was getting really nervous now.
"Umm...thanks Evan, uh, your-" I was cut off by Evan's lips kissing mine. I tried to resist, but he pushed me down on the bed.
"C'mon baby, you know you want it," Evan said.
"Evan please! Your drunk! Please stop, stop, Evan no!" I whimpered.
He just kept on trying to kiss me and stick his hand up my shirt. I pushed it down and tried to get off the bed, but Evan just pulled me back like I was a rag doll and forced his lips on me. He was just about to take off my shirt, when someone walked in. I cried out and Evan's weight was pulled off of me. I was just about to thank the person, when I saw his face.
Joey.
Joey just saved me from Evan. I nearly ran away from embarassment, but Joey kept a strong firm, grip on my arm and led me down the stairs to where Mike and Tre were drinking. Adrienne and Billie Joe were making out on the couch, Stella was talking to Frankito, and nearly everyone looked our way when me and Joey came down. Probably because I was giving convulsing sobs and about to break down. Adrienne immediatley rushed to my side and tried to hug me but Joey just pulled me away and set out to the BMW. He opened the door, pushed me inside and closed it. Then he got in and drove off. It was silent until I realized where we were going.
"Joey, I can't report Evan," I whispered.
"You have too," Joey said, never taking his eyes off the road.
"Joey, I can't, he's going to get in trouble, and so am I," I whispered and broke down.
Joey looked at me, then did a sharp 360-degree turn. We were in the car for 30 minutes until I realized we were heading to the Golden Gate Bridge.
"Joey, what are we doing," I asked, pretty confused.
"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no answers," he replied.
"Joey, you dumbass, it's ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies," I said. My smartass personality was coming back.
"Do I look like I give a flying fuck? Nope, didn't think so," Joey replied, now helping me get out of the car.
I sighed and grabbed a jacket on the way out. Mmm...it smelled like mint and cologne. Joey grabbed it.
"That's mine, dumbass, yours is the pretty one," he said and pointed to what must be Adrienne's jacket. It was a YSL jacket, black with big buttons. I put it on and followed Joey. We walked for a few minutes until we came to the beach. He motioned for me to sit down and we sat. Just staring at the night sky, until my back started hurting and I was getting deathly cold. I was killing myself in my head, but I snuggled up to Joey.
"Don't think your getting lucky, Mr. Armstrong," I whispered.
He chuckled and put his arm around me. It felt quite nice and we eventually fell asleep there.
**
"Don't wanna be an American idiot, Don't-" Joey picked up his cell.
"Hello?" he muttered sleepily.
Adrienne and Billie Joe must have been using speakerphone because Mike, Tre, Jakob, Adrienne and Billie Joe were yelling all at once.
"WHERE WERE YOU?"
"WHERE'S CHLOE?"
"WHY DID YOU TAKE-"
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD-"
"DID YOU GET LUCKY?"
"TRE!" was all we could heard because everyone was trying to be overheard over the others. Joey and I were rolling on the floor laughing, well not really since we were already on the floor, but we were laughing.
"You guys better get your asses back to Chloe's house," I heard Adrienne say.
"Yeah, sure, we'll be there in 30 minutes, Chloe says to get Pierre to make you breakfast," Joey said grinning. I grabbed the phone.
"Adrienne, I will make breakfast, just have Pierre to give you water and aspirin or something, Tre and Mike must be having pretty bad hangovers," I said with a smile and hung up.
I stood up and reached out my hand. Joey grabbed it and got up. When he got up we were close, really close. Close enough to kiss. And kiss we did. We leaned in at the same time and started making out passionatly. My hands were running through his hair and his were on my waist, when I pulled back.
"This is wrong...Joey let's go," I whispered looked down.
Joey shook his head.
"No, we are not going until you explain that" Joey said.
"Joey, please, let's go," I said.
"NO! First you tell me I'm an asshole, the next minute your making out with me! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!!" Joey exploded.
I shrunk away.
"Joey, I don't know what's going on more than you do, please let's go," I muttered.
Joey growled with frustration and got in the car. On the way to my house, it was silent as a tomb. When we got there, Joey looked at me.
"You will not tell anyone about the kiss. You will act happy and nice unless you want my parents on your ass, questioning you till you die. Got it?" Joey said.
I nodded mutely and was about to get out of the car when Joey grabbed my arm.
"One more thing. I'll always be here for you, okay?" he said.
I nodded and proceeded to get out. Adrienne, Billie Joe, Tre, Mike, Stella, Frankito and Jakob all ran and put me in a giant bear hug.
"I'm sorry about last night...Oh god Chloe..." Adrienne muttered.
I gave a strangled sob, while burying my head in Billie Joe's shoulder. Joey got out of the car and Adrienne ran over to him.
"Oh my son is going to be a gentleman! Ohhhh..." Adrienne cried.
I laughed a little, while Tre scooped me up and we all went inside, like one extended family with guitars.
"Iz dish youuuu?" He said, pointing to a photo of me and Stella. It was a the ice-cream shop and Stella I got into a ice-cream fight.
"Yeah, that's me and Stella," I said, smiling.
"You look zho HAWT dere! I wanna lick all dee ish-cream off of you!" Evan slurred.
I giggled, but got a little nervous as my paranoia kicked in. I was alone with a drunk, 18-year-old, who just told me he basically wanted to fuck me. Oh and did I mention that we were on my bed? Evan looked at me.
"Your weally, weally BEE-OOH-TEE-FULL Chloe!" Evan said.
Paranoia spung up a notch. I was getting really nervous now.
"Umm...thanks Evan, uh, your-" I was cut off by Evan's lips kissing mine. I tried to resist, but he pushed me down on the bed.
"C'mon baby, you know you want it," Evan said.
"Evan please! Your drunk! Please stop, stop, Evan no!" I whimpered.
He just kept on trying to kiss me and stick his hand up my shirt. I pushed it down and tried to get off the bed, but Evan just pulled me back like I was a rag doll and forced his lips on me. He was just about to take off my shirt, when someone walked in. I cried out and Evan's weight was pulled off of me. I was just about to thank the person, when I saw his face.
Joey.
Joey just saved me from Evan. I nearly ran away from embarassment, but Joey kept a strong firm, grip on my arm and led me down the stairs to where Mike and Tre were drinking. Adrienne and Billie Joe were making out on the couch, Stella was talking to Frankito, and nearly everyone looked our way when me and Joey came down. Probably because I was giving convulsing sobs and about to break down. Adrienne immediatley rushed to my side and tried to hug me but Joey just pulled me away and set out to the BMW. He opened the door, pushed me inside and closed it. Then he got in and drove off. It was silent until I realized where we were going.
"Joey, I can't report Evan," I whispered.
"You have too," Joey said, never taking his eyes off the road.
"Joey, I can't, he's going to get in trouble, and so am I," I whispered and broke down.
Joey looked at me, then did a sharp 360-degree turn. We were in the car for 30 minutes until I realized we were heading to the Golden Gate Bridge.
"Joey, what are we doing," I asked, pretty confused.
"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no answers," he replied.
"Joey, you dumbass, it's ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies," I said. My smartass personality was coming back.
"Do I look like I give a flying fuck? Nope, didn't think so," Joey replied, now helping me get out of the car.
I sighed and grabbed a jacket on the way out. Mmm...it smelled like mint and cologne. Joey grabbed it.
"That's mine, dumbass, yours is the pretty one," he said and pointed to what must be Adrienne's jacket. It was a YSL jacket, black with big buttons. I put it on and followed Joey. We walked for a few minutes until we came to the beach. He motioned for me to sit down and we sat. Just staring at the night sky, until my back started hurting and I was getting deathly cold. I was killing myself in my head, but I snuggled up to Joey.
"Don't think your getting lucky, Mr. Armstrong," I whispered.
He chuckled and put his arm around me. It felt quite nice and we eventually fell asleep there.
**
"Don't wanna be an American idiot, Don't-" Joey picked up his cell.
"Hello?" he muttered sleepily.
Adrienne and Billie Joe must have been using speakerphone because Mike, Tre, Jakob, Adrienne and Billie Joe were yelling all at once.
"WHERE WERE YOU?"
"WHERE'S CHLOE?"
"WHY DID YOU TAKE-"
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD-"
"DID YOU GET LUCKY?"
"TRE!" was all we could heard because everyone was trying to be overheard over the others. Joey and I were rolling on the floor laughing, well not really since we were already on the floor, but we were laughing.
"You guys better get your asses back to Chloe's house," I heard Adrienne say.
"Yeah, sure, we'll be there in 30 minutes, Chloe says to get Pierre to make you breakfast," Joey said grinning. I grabbed the phone.
"Adrienne, I will make breakfast, just have Pierre to give you water and aspirin or something, Tre and Mike must be having pretty bad hangovers," I said with a smile and hung up.
I stood up and reached out my hand. Joey grabbed it and got up. When he got up we were close, really close. Close enough to kiss. And kiss we did. We leaned in at the same time and started making out passionatly. My hands were running through his hair and his were on my waist, when I pulled back.
"This is wrong...Joey let's go," I whispered looked down.
Joey shook his head.
"No, we are not going until you explain that" Joey said.
"Joey, please, let's go," I said.
"NO! First you tell me I'm an asshole, the next minute your making out with me! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!!" Joey exploded.
I shrunk away.
"Joey, I don't know what's going on more than you do, please let's go," I muttered.
Joey growled with frustration and got in the car. On the way to my house, it was silent as a tomb. When we got there, Joey looked at me.
"You will not tell anyone about the kiss. You will act happy and nice unless you want my parents on your ass, questioning you till you die. Got it?" Joey said.
I nodded mutely and was about to get out of the car when Joey grabbed my arm.
"One more thing. I'll always be here for you, okay?" he said.
I nodded and proceeded to get out. Adrienne, Billie Joe, Tre, Mike, Stella, Frankito and Jakob all ran and put me in a giant bear hug.
"I'm sorry about last night...Oh god Chloe..." Adrienne muttered.
I gave a strangled sob, while burying my head in Billie Joe's shoulder. Joey got out of the car and Adrienne ran over to him.
"Oh my son is going to be a gentleman! Ohhhh..." Adrienne cried.
I laughed a little, while Tre scooped me up and we all went inside, like one extended family with guitars.
