Rock And Roll Girlfriend, chapter 11
"Taylor, what is the importance of this shiny silver stuff? It's gonna drive Tre insane! The whole night all we'd here about is 'Ooh look at it! It's shiny!'. I'll wind up killing him!!" Mike yelled as he helped me get my house ready for Billie's surprise party. He said a lot more but I tuned him out after that.
"Mike, you will never kill Tre because it's too hard to find a rockin' drummer and a friend who comes up with good drinks," I said trying to untangle myself from some black crepe paper. Mike shook his head and finished hanging up the shiny silver streamers. Two more hours till the party and we are not even remotely finished. Fuck.
"Oh-emm-gee! Tayl Bayl you didn't tell me you got this!" Emma said picking up the record I got from Billie's mom. It was Billie singing 'Look for Love' when he was five years old. It will make the perfect entrance for him.
"Yes. I have the ULTIMATE black mail. I'm so fucking lucky that Billie's mom likes me." We continued to work. 1 hour and 45 minutes to go!
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*Billie Joe's pov*
At eight o'clock I walked up to Taylor's front door. We are going out for my birthday. I knocked on her door. Taylor answered it wearing a really short black dress., fishnets, and her hooker boot. Okay so they weren't real hooker boots but if she walked the street tonight I'm sure she'd make some good cash.
"Hey baby!" Taylor said, pulling me inside.
I heard 'Look for Love' blasting and everyone jumping out yelling surprise. Mike shoved a beer in my hand as Taylor pulled me on the couch. I kissed her hard. She broke apart giggling. We walked around as I said my hello's, Taylor's hand rarely leaving my back pocket. I saw Tre and Mike talking suspiciously in a corner. Mike was pointing to his watch as Tre was getting out money. Hopefully Mike isn't a prostitute being bought by Tre. Ew.
Taylor and I were sitting on the couch. She was talking to Emma as I fiddled around with my guitar. The guys and I were gonna play a song or two just for the hell of it. I heard the doorbell ring. I sprng up to get it but Tre and Mike pushed me back.
"Hey, birthday boy, relax. We'll get it!" and with that, they rushed to the door. The one thing I learned my whole entire life is that I can not trust Tre and sometimes Mike so I followed them. Taylor was soon behind me like a puppy. A very cute puppy. An extremely cute puppy I often had sex with. Okay, maybe I should stop comparing my girlfriend to a puppy. Woof.
Tre answered the door and there was a girl I never saw before in my life.
"Is there a Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong here?" she asked in a seductive tone. Tre pointed to me and the girl walked up to me. "You're under arrest!" She yelled. She was wearing a really short provocative police outfit. O fuck, Tre hired a stripper!
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuckity fuck fuck!" Taylor said slamming her head on the wall.
"Tre you hired a stripper? I told you no strippers!" Taylor had Tre in position for a sleeper hold. It was easy for her to do since she is taller than Tre even without her hooker boots on.
"Whoa! Slut alert! Baby did you hire a stripper? Taylor is gonna kill you now!" Emma said pointing at the stripper. Taylor stormed away and sat on the couch. She looks adorable when she's pissed off. I walked after her and sat down next to her.
"Hey sweetie. I'll make those sons of bitches send her away." Taylor wouldn't look at me. She stared at the ground. Tears formed in her eyes. I took her head and had her put it in my lap.
"Yeah. I need to go to the bathroom," Taylor said and got up.
*Taylor's pov*
I got back from freshening up in the bathroom to she the stripper those no good, rotten, dick head Tre and Mike hired giving a lap dance to Billie Joe. Only I give him lap dances! The worst part is he was enjoying it and no one at the party that knew that I am Billie Joe's girlfriend stopped it. I must have been dreaming. I closed me eyes, counted to ten, and re-opened them. AH! Now she was topless giving a lap dance to Billie Joe. Oh shit, I am going to kill someone. Or throw my shoe, whichever comes first.
I was BEYOND pissed. I tried to calm myself down. I walked over slowly to Billie Joe as he jumped to his feet. I smiled at him. He gave me a weak smile back. I turned around to the stripper and BAM! I punched her straight in the nose the hardest that I could.
"You bidge! You boke by dose!" She screamed as she fell to the ground. When she was on the ground I sat ontop of her, ready to fully beat her up.
"Awsome! It's a girl-on-girl!" Tre said, looking at us. I flipped him the middle finger as I pulled the stripper's hair. She bit my arm and pushed me over. As I went to kick her in the stomach, Billie Joe jumped in front of me.
"Taylor? What the fuck is wrong with you? Your acting like a real bitch. It was all in fun but... " I ran away into my room before I could finish my sentence. I heard Billie Joe yell at everyone to leave; the party is over.
I walked over to my desk. I picked up a pair of scissors. I was going to do something I hadn't done since I met Billie Joe. I lifted up my dress to the top of my thighs and pulled down my fishnets to my knees. I put the end of the scissor to my thigh. Tears were running down my eyes. I looked down to see a small trail of blood dripping down my leg. I went to go grab a box of band aids that I keep in my drawer when Billie came running into the room. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He looked down at my leg and pointed.
"Oh, baby" He said as he rushed over to me. He grabbed a tissue and patted my leg. I told him where the band aids were. He put one over my cut and kissed my leg. He started moving his mouth upward. He unzipped my boots and peeled off of my tights.
"I'm sorry," I told him.
"For what?" He asked kissing my cheek.
"For being a bitch, cutting myself, ruining your birthday... " I said near crying.
"Don't worry. The only thing that would ruin my birthday is not with you." He kissed me on the lips. From there things started to go pretty fast. We didn't even think.
"Hey, Tayls, I don't have a condom," Billie Said in between kisses.
"That's ok. I just want you," I said.
I didn't know that night would actually change my whole entire world...
"Mike, you will never kill Tre because it's too hard to find a rockin' drummer and a friend who comes up with good drinks," I said trying to untangle myself from some black crepe paper. Mike shook his head and finished hanging up the shiny silver streamers. Two more hours till the party and we are not even remotely finished. Fuck.
"Oh-emm-gee! Tayl Bayl you didn't tell me you got this!" Emma said picking up the record I got from Billie's mom. It was Billie singing 'Look for Love' when he was five years old. It will make the perfect entrance for him.
"Yes. I have the ULTIMATE black mail. I'm so fucking lucky that Billie's mom likes me." We continued to work. 1 hour and 45 minutes to go!
***
*Billie Joe's pov*
At eight o'clock I walked up to Taylor's front door. We are going out for my birthday. I knocked on her door. Taylor answered it wearing a really short black dress., fishnets, and her hooker boot. Okay so they weren't real hooker boots but if she walked the street tonight I'm sure she'd make some good cash.
"Hey baby!" Taylor said, pulling me inside.
I heard 'Look for Love' blasting and everyone jumping out yelling surprise. Mike shoved a beer in my hand as Taylor pulled me on the couch. I kissed her hard. She broke apart giggling. We walked around as I said my hello's, Taylor's hand rarely leaving my back pocket. I saw Tre and Mike talking suspiciously in a corner. Mike was pointing to his watch as Tre was getting out money. Hopefully Mike isn't a prostitute being bought by Tre. Ew.
Taylor and I were sitting on the couch. She was talking to Emma as I fiddled around with my guitar. The guys and I were gonna play a song or two just for the hell of it. I heard the doorbell ring. I sprng up to get it but Tre and Mike pushed me back.
"Hey, birthday boy, relax. We'll get it!" and with that, they rushed to the door. The one thing I learned my whole entire life is that I can not trust Tre and sometimes Mike so I followed them. Taylor was soon behind me like a puppy. A very cute puppy. An extremely cute puppy I often had sex with. Okay, maybe I should stop comparing my girlfriend to a puppy. Woof.
Tre answered the door and there was a girl I never saw before in my life.
"Is there a Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong here?" she asked in a seductive tone. Tre pointed to me and the girl walked up to me. "You're under arrest!" She yelled. She was wearing a really short provocative police outfit. O fuck, Tre hired a stripper!
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuckity fuck fuck!" Taylor said slamming her head on the wall.
"Tre you hired a stripper? I told you no strippers!" Taylor had Tre in position for a sleeper hold. It was easy for her to do since she is taller than Tre even without her hooker boots on.
"Whoa! Slut alert! Baby did you hire a stripper? Taylor is gonna kill you now!" Emma said pointing at the stripper. Taylor stormed away and sat on the couch. She looks adorable when she's pissed off. I walked after her and sat down next to her.
"Hey sweetie. I'll make those sons of bitches send her away." Taylor wouldn't look at me. She stared at the ground. Tears formed in her eyes. I took her head and had her put it in my lap.
"Yeah. I need to go to the bathroom," Taylor said and got up.
*Taylor's pov*
I got back from freshening up in the bathroom to she the stripper those no good, rotten, dick head Tre and Mike hired giving a lap dance to Billie Joe. Only I give him lap dances! The worst part is he was enjoying it and no one at the party that knew that I am Billie Joe's girlfriend stopped it. I must have been dreaming. I closed me eyes, counted to ten, and re-opened them. AH! Now she was topless giving a lap dance to Billie Joe. Oh shit, I am going to kill someone. Or throw my shoe, whichever comes first.
I was BEYOND pissed. I tried to calm myself down. I walked over slowly to Billie Joe as he jumped to his feet. I smiled at him. He gave me a weak smile back. I turned around to the stripper and BAM! I punched her straight in the nose the hardest that I could.
"You bidge! You boke by dose!" She screamed as she fell to the ground. When she was on the ground I sat ontop of her, ready to fully beat her up.
"Awsome! It's a girl-on-girl!" Tre said, looking at us. I flipped him the middle finger as I pulled the stripper's hair. She bit my arm and pushed me over. As I went to kick her in the stomach, Billie Joe jumped in front of me.
"Taylor? What the fuck is wrong with you? Your acting like a real bitch. It was all in fun but... " I ran away into my room before I could finish my sentence. I heard Billie Joe yell at everyone to leave; the party is over.
I walked over to my desk. I picked up a pair of scissors. I was going to do something I hadn't done since I met Billie Joe. I lifted up my dress to the top of my thighs and pulled down my fishnets to my knees. I put the end of the scissor to my thigh. Tears were running down my eyes. I looked down to see a small trail of blood dripping down my leg. I went to go grab a box of band aids that I keep in my drawer when Billie came running into the room. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He looked down at my leg and pointed.
"Oh, baby" He said as he rushed over to me. He grabbed a tissue and patted my leg. I told him where the band aids were. He put one over my cut and kissed my leg. He started moving his mouth upward. He unzipped my boots and peeled off of my tights.
"I'm sorry," I told him.
"For what?" He asked kissing my cheek.
"For being a bitch, cutting myself, ruining your birthday... " I said near crying.
"Don't worry. The only thing that would ruin my birthday is not with you." He kissed me on the lips. From there things started to go pretty fast. We didn't even think.
"Hey, Tayls, I don't have a condom," Billie Said in between kisses.
"That's ok. I just want you," I said.
I didn't know that night would actually change my whole entire world...
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