Rock And Roll Girlfriend, chapter 13
"Hey, Taylor, it's umm Billie Joe," He said into the phone. I could tell he was nervous because his voice got all shaky. What a man, let me tell you.
"Hi Billie," I said in the bitchiest tone of voice that I could conjure up.
"Listen. I am so fucking sorry for what I did. I do not know what happened. I was a little freaked you know? I kept thinking 'Fuck what if one time she goes too deep? ' The thought of losing you scared me. I am an insensitive jerk. I deserved to be cut up on little pieces and thrown in the Nile River. Please forgive me? PLEEEEEEEEAAASE?" I took a deep breath. I tried to make him suffer by waiting a few minutes before giving him the answer.
"Babe, it's not that easy," I said. "My eye is swollen. Mike and Emma know. You hurt me. And this whole relationship has been too much too soon. I feel like I have been coming unglued. I mean, we had sex when we only knew each other for, what? Two days. I dunno anymore Billie." I was keeping back my tears.
"I don't like where this is going. Do you want to break up?"
I put my hand over the receiver and mouthed to Emma and Mike what he said.
"No baby. I love you with all my heart. Just, don't break it. And as your punishment... Uhh, no sex for a week." I imagined the horrified look on Billie Joe's face at that moment.
"I think I deserve it. But if you want to punish me a different you know I will obey."
"Dirty. Well, come over. Mike and Emma are just leaving. I love you." I hung up the phone.
"Well now. Emma. Mike. I am sorry for this but GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE! Billie Joe is coming over." I was smiling like the idiot that I am.
"I take it that the phone convo went well?" Mike asked.
"Very. I am so glad that me and Billie didn't break up."
"Next time he hits you, drop his sorry ass," Emma said, walking out my front door.
I laughed. Billie Joe is my one and only. I'll never drop him on his ass. Well, except the time he wanted me to try and carry him and I literally dropped him. Er, nevermind.
I sat and listened to 39/Smooth while I waited for Billie. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the smell of something burning. I saw a thick cloud of smoked and rushed into the kitchen.
"Billie Joe, what the fuck are you doing?" Billie Joe was fanning smoke away from his face.
"You looked so cute sleeping so I didn't wake you up. As an 'I'm sorry' I was attempting to make you your favorite - pancakes - and I kinda messed it up," Billie Joe said shyly. He was scrapping of pieces of burnt pancakes out of the pan and into the garbage. I couldn't help but laugh at him. I walked over to Billie just as the fire alarm started going off. I picked up a broom, stood on the counter, and smashed the fire alarm.
"HA! Die evil alarm of doom!" I yelled as I jumped off of the counter. Billie shook his head.
"How about we go out so you can get good pancakes that I didn't burn the hell out of?" Billie asked, putting his arm around my shoulder.
"Okay. This good behavior is not ending your punishment, I hope you know that," I responded while grabbing the car keys.
***
It has been one month since our fight. I think our fight brought me and Billie Joe a lot closer than we were before. We were connected at the hip. My family started calling him 'Velcro' instead of Billie Joe. It was crazy.
I woke up and found a note next to Billie Joe's bed. I spend the night at his house frequently. I am going to ask my parents if I could move in, but that is going to take a hell lotta begging.
Hey sweetie, I needed to leave early because Tre went to the emergency room at four this morning. He fell out of his bed and got a concussion.. Sorry! I let you peacefully sleep. Love you! Oh yeah, Mike's here. Thought I should let you know.
"HEY MIKE!" I called out. Mike came into the room. I gave him a humungous hug, but then I felt a pang in my stomach. I darted to the bathroom, lifted up the toilet seat, and started to vomit. Mike followed me in and held my hair back. When I was finished I started crying.
"What's wrong Tayls?" Mike asked as he sat down next to me.
"It's been like this for the last few weeks. Wake up, puke guts out. To top it off I'm late."
"Late? As in...?" Mike looked confused.
"Late, as in my periods late. Two weeks late. I think-" I couldn't finish my sentence. I leaned into Mike and cried harder.
"You think you're pregnant?" Mike asked, stroking my hair.
"I think so. Can you come with me to get a test? Please, Mike," I asked.
"Sure," He replied.
He drove me to the drugstore and back to my house. I was going crazy. What should I tell Billie Joe? Should I even tell him? This was all getting majorly fucked up.
Mike and I walked into my house. We both went up in my room.
"Want me to call Emma?" Mike asked.
"Yeah. She will find out anyway. Mike thank you so much. For everything." I planted a small kiss on his cheek.
I waited for Emma to get to my house before I took the test. She walked in and Mike filled her in on EVERYTHING. I went in the bathroom and followed the directions on in the box. I waited. And waited. The timer went off. I picked up my test and walked out of the bathroom.
"Guy's I have some news... "
"Hi Billie," I said in the bitchiest tone of voice that I could conjure up.
"Listen. I am so fucking sorry for what I did. I do not know what happened. I was a little freaked you know? I kept thinking 'Fuck what if one time she goes too deep? ' The thought of losing you scared me. I am an insensitive jerk. I deserved to be cut up on little pieces and thrown in the Nile River. Please forgive me? PLEEEEEEEEAAASE?" I took a deep breath. I tried to make him suffer by waiting a few minutes before giving him the answer.
"Babe, it's not that easy," I said. "My eye is swollen. Mike and Emma know. You hurt me. And this whole relationship has been too much too soon. I feel like I have been coming unglued. I mean, we had sex when we only knew each other for, what? Two days. I dunno anymore Billie." I was keeping back my tears.
"I don't like where this is going. Do you want to break up?"
I put my hand over the receiver and mouthed to Emma and Mike what he said.
"No baby. I love you with all my heart. Just, don't break it. And as your punishment... Uhh, no sex for a week." I imagined the horrified look on Billie Joe's face at that moment.
"I think I deserve it. But if you want to punish me a different you know I will obey."
"Dirty. Well, come over. Mike and Emma are just leaving. I love you." I hung up the phone.
"Well now. Emma. Mike. I am sorry for this but GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE! Billie Joe is coming over." I was smiling like the idiot that I am.
"I take it that the phone convo went well?" Mike asked.
"Very. I am so glad that me and Billie didn't break up."
"Next time he hits you, drop his sorry ass," Emma said, walking out my front door.
I laughed. Billie Joe is my one and only. I'll never drop him on his ass. Well, except the time he wanted me to try and carry him and I literally dropped him. Er, nevermind.
I sat and listened to 39/Smooth while I waited for Billie. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the smell of something burning. I saw a thick cloud of smoked and rushed into the kitchen.
"Billie Joe, what the fuck are you doing?" Billie Joe was fanning smoke away from his face.
"You looked so cute sleeping so I didn't wake you up. As an 'I'm sorry' I was attempting to make you your favorite - pancakes - and I kinda messed it up," Billie Joe said shyly. He was scrapping of pieces of burnt pancakes out of the pan and into the garbage. I couldn't help but laugh at him. I walked over to Billie just as the fire alarm started going off. I picked up a broom, stood on the counter, and smashed the fire alarm.
"HA! Die evil alarm of doom!" I yelled as I jumped off of the counter. Billie shook his head.
"How about we go out so you can get good pancakes that I didn't burn the hell out of?" Billie asked, putting his arm around my shoulder.
"Okay. This good behavior is not ending your punishment, I hope you know that," I responded while grabbing the car keys.
***
It has been one month since our fight. I think our fight brought me and Billie Joe a lot closer than we were before. We were connected at the hip. My family started calling him 'Velcro' instead of Billie Joe. It was crazy.
I woke up and found a note next to Billie Joe's bed. I spend the night at his house frequently. I am going to ask my parents if I could move in, but that is going to take a hell lotta begging.
Hey sweetie, I needed to leave early because Tre went to the emergency room at four this morning. He fell out of his bed and got a concussion.. Sorry! I let you peacefully sleep. Love you! Oh yeah, Mike's here. Thought I should let you know.
"HEY MIKE!" I called out. Mike came into the room. I gave him a humungous hug, but then I felt a pang in my stomach. I darted to the bathroom, lifted up the toilet seat, and started to vomit. Mike followed me in and held my hair back. When I was finished I started crying.
"What's wrong Tayls?" Mike asked as he sat down next to me.
"It's been like this for the last few weeks. Wake up, puke guts out. To top it off I'm late."
"Late? As in...?" Mike looked confused.
"Late, as in my periods late. Two weeks late. I think-" I couldn't finish my sentence. I leaned into Mike and cried harder.
"You think you're pregnant?" Mike asked, stroking my hair.
"I think so. Can you come with me to get a test? Please, Mike," I asked.
"Sure," He replied.
He drove me to the drugstore and back to my house. I was going crazy. What should I tell Billie Joe? Should I even tell him? This was all getting majorly fucked up.
Mike and I walked into my house. We both went up in my room.
"Want me to call Emma?" Mike asked.
"Yeah. She will find out anyway. Mike thank you so much. For everything." I planted a small kiss on his cheek.
I waited for Emma to get to my house before I took the test. She walked in and Mike filled her in on EVERYTHING. I went in the bathroom and followed the directions on in the box. I waited. And waited. The timer went off. I picked up my test and walked out of the bathroom.
"Guy's I have some news... "
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