Rock And Roll Girlfriend, chapter 3
*Taylor's pov*
I was dreaming all night of Billie Joe. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened last night. I could sleep forever and just dream of him... But then
"FUCK!" A big pillow just hit me in the face. I opened my eyes to see who the heartless bitch was. It was none other that Emma.
"Well, I know that's all that goes through your mind all day but you really don't have to shout it," Emma said shaking her head back and forth pretending to be disapproving of me.
"Oh, of course Em, all I think about is having crazy sex with people. I am one dirty whore. Why are you even here this early?"
"First off, it's almost 11:00. Second, I need full detail of what happened last night. You left with that Billie dude before I had the chance to talk to you."
Me and Emma sat on my messy bed. I gave her full on detail about what had happened last night, from the dancing, the talking, the tickling, and the kissing. She just listened without saying a single word until I was finished.
"Wow. So you to are what? Dating? Friends? Boyfriend/Girlfriend?" Emma asked.
"I dunno. We might go out, like on a date tonight." After I told Emma that my mom knocked on my door.
"Taylor, sweetie, are you awake? Some Billie guy called for you about an hour ago."
"O fuck!" I exclaimed. I shot out of my bed and got out some clean clothes. I found a black tank top. I found a denim mini skirt in the back of my closet. I grabbed some footless tights and my pyramid stud belt and headed towards the bathroom.
"Sorry Em. I need to shower, get ready and call Billie Joe back. You don't mind do you?" I asked Emma. I felt bad about kind of ditching her.
"It is perfectly all right. I would be disappointed if you don't get laid tonight tough." She threw a pillow at me and we both laughed.
After Emma left, I didn't rush in the shower. I used my new body wash that had shimmers in it. I also washed my hair for a long time to make sure that it would smell perfect when I see Billie Joe.
I got dressed and straitened my hair. I put on some black eyeliner, black eye shadow, mascara, and that special lip gloss that mad your lips look a little bigger. I sprayed myself with my really expensive perfume that I saved up a month's salary from work for. I decided to wear my camouflage converse so I wouldn't be too much taller than Billie Joe.
Once I was all done prepping, I went downstairs to ask my mom if she got Billie's number when he called. She gave it to me. Of course she had to be all mean and write 'Taylor's Boyfriend' next to it. I wouldn't mind him being my boyfriend. I could get used to the idea of it.
I dialed Billie Joe's phone number "Hi is um, Billie there?" My voice was shaking. Again, stupid nerves.
"Yea. Speaking. Who's this?" He said in a monotonous voice.
"It's Taylor."
"HEY! Yea I called earlier but your mom told me that you were still asleep." His voice brightened up. Usually, people get mad when I tell them who it is like I am a big disappointment or something.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to go out to the movies or something. If you want you can come over my house and hang out." I was hoping that he'd opt for the second one.
"Mike and Tre are coming here in a little bit for band practice. How about I come and pick you up and we can chill at my place tonight. Mike and Tre would only be there for about an hour. Then we will have the whole entire place to ourselves."
"Ok that sounds good. Do you need directions to my house?" I tried not to sound to excited.
"No. I dropped you off last night, remember? Wow, you were hardly even drinking!"
"Sorry. I forgot. I'm good at things like that." I flirtatiously giggled.
"So I'll see you in a little bit then? Bye." Billie hung up. How was I supposed to convince my mom for me to go over Billie Joe's when she doesn't even know who he it? Think, smart one, think!
*Billie Joe's pov*
I'm in the car driving to Taylor's house. I can't believe that we would actually ge to be alone tonight. This is so great. I don't care if we fuck or anything, I just want to be around her.
I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. She answered the door and looked AMAZIING. She looked sexy, but not slutty like most of the other girls that I know.
"Bye mom I'm leaving now!" Taylor called into her house. She slammed the door behind her. "Hey!" she said. She kissed me on the cheek.
We got into my car. This car ride was pretty talkative unlike the ride last night. We talked about mostly our music though. Once we got to apartment, Mike was waiting outside smoking a cigarette.
"Hello lovebirds," Mike said in a sing-song voice. Taylor rolled her eyes and I let out a nervous laugh.
I rushed the practice. Mike and Tre knew that I wanted to be alone with Taylor so they took as long as they possibly could and asked stupid questions.
"How do you hold a drumstick?" Tre asked.
"OK practice is over. I just wanna fucking have some alone time with Taylor. Stop the stupid questions already. And Tre,"
"Yea?" Tre responded.
"It's hard to believe that you do not know how to hold a drumstick." I told him. I was getting pretty pissed off now.
"Well, for your own information, I could have gotten amnesia and forgotten my own name, how old am I, and how to hold a drumstick!"
"Guys knock it off!" Taylor screamed. She was probably just as pissed off as I was.
"Fine Mr. 'I want you guys out so I can do my girlfriend'" Tre said sarcastically.
"Yup you got it." I laughed a little bit. "So are you leaving or what?"
"Well, if me and Mike do stay, we can watch some cheap porn. If we leave, we'd have to buy some. Or, I can call a few more girls over and-"
"Tre, OUT!" I grabbed Tre by the shirt and threw him out the door. Mike took that as a sign that he should leave too.
"Bye. You two won't have half as much fun without me," Tre yelled from outside of the door.
I sat on the couch next to Taylor. We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity.
"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked Taylor.
"I know something we can do... "
I was dreaming all night of Billie Joe. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened last night. I could sleep forever and just dream of him... But then
"FUCK!" A big pillow just hit me in the face. I opened my eyes to see who the heartless bitch was. It was none other that Emma.
"Well, I know that's all that goes through your mind all day but you really don't have to shout it," Emma said shaking her head back and forth pretending to be disapproving of me.
"Oh, of course Em, all I think about is having crazy sex with people. I am one dirty whore. Why are you even here this early?"
"First off, it's almost 11:00. Second, I need full detail of what happened last night. You left with that Billie dude before I had the chance to talk to you."
Me and Emma sat on my messy bed. I gave her full on detail about what had happened last night, from the dancing, the talking, the tickling, and the kissing. She just listened without saying a single word until I was finished.
"Wow. So you to are what? Dating? Friends? Boyfriend/Girlfriend?" Emma asked.
"I dunno. We might go out, like on a date tonight." After I told Emma that my mom knocked on my door.
"Taylor, sweetie, are you awake? Some Billie guy called for you about an hour ago."
"O fuck!" I exclaimed. I shot out of my bed and got out some clean clothes. I found a black tank top. I found a denim mini skirt in the back of my closet. I grabbed some footless tights and my pyramid stud belt and headed towards the bathroom.
"Sorry Em. I need to shower, get ready and call Billie Joe back. You don't mind do you?" I asked Emma. I felt bad about kind of ditching her.
"It is perfectly all right. I would be disappointed if you don't get laid tonight tough." She threw a pillow at me and we both laughed.
After Emma left, I didn't rush in the shower. I used my new body wash that had shimmers in it. I also washed my hair for a long time to make sure that it would smell perfect when I see Billie Joe.
I got dressed and straitened my hair. I put on some black eyeliner, black eye shadow, mascara, and that special lip gloss that mad your lips look a little bigger. I sprayed myself with my really expensive perfume that I saved up a month's salary from work for. I decided to wear my camouflage converse so I wouldn't be too much taller than Billie Joe.
Once I was all done prepping, I went downstairs to ask my mom if she got Billie's number when he called. She gave it to me. Of course she had to be all mean and write 'Taylor's Boyfriend' next to it. I wouldn't mind him being my boyfriend. I could get used to the idea of it.
I dialed Billie Joe's phone number "Hi is um, Billie there?" My voice was shaking. Again, stupid nerves.
"Yea. Speaking. Who's this?" He said in a monotonous voice.
"It's Taylor."
"HEY! Yea I called earlier but your mom told me that you were still asleep." His voice brightened up. Usually, people get mad when I tell them who it is like I am a big disappointment or something.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to go out to the movies or something. If you want you can come over my house and hang out." I was hoping that he'd opt for the second one.
"Mike and Tre are coming here in a little bit for band practice. How about I come and pick you up and we can chill at my place tonight. Mike and Tre would only be there for about an hour. Then we will have the whole entire place to ourselves."
"Ok that sounds good. Do you need directions to my house?" I tried not to sound to excited.
"No. I dropped you off last night, remember? Wow, you were hardly even drinking!"
"Sorry. I forgot. I'm good at things like that." I flirtatiously giggled.
"So I'll see you in a little bit then? Bye." Billie hung up. How was I supposed to convince my mom for me to go over Billie Joe's when she doesn't even know who he it? Think, smart one, think!
*Billie Joe's pov*
I'm in the car driving to Taylor's house. I can't believe that we would actually ge to be alone tonight. This is so great. I don't care if we fuck or anything, I just want to be around her.
I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. She answered the door and looked AMAZIING. She looked sexy, but not slutty like most of the other girls that I know.
"Bye mom I'm leaving now!" Taylor called into her house. She slammed the door behind her. "Hey!" she said. She kissed me on the cheek.
We got into my car. This car ride was pretty talkative unlike the ride last night. We talked about mostly our music though. Once we got to apartment, Mike was waiting outside smoking a cigarette.
"Hello lovebirds," Mike said in a sing-song voice. Taylor rolled her eyes and I let out a nervous laugh.
I rushed the practice. Mike and Tre knew that I wanted to be alone with Taylor so they took as long as they possibly could and asked stupid questions.
"How do you hold a drumstick?" Tre asked.
"OK practice is over. I just wanna fucking have some alone time with Taylor. Stop the stupid questions already. And Tre,"
"Yea?" Tre responded.
"It's hard to believe that you do not know how to hold a drumstick." I told him. I was getting pretty pissed off now.
"Well, for your own information, I could have gotten amnesia and forgotten my own name, how old am I, and how to hold a drumstick!"
"Guys knock it off!" Taylor screamed. She was probably just as pissed off as I was.
"Fine Mr. 'I want you guys out so I can do my girlfriend'" Tre said sarcastically.
"Yup you got it." I laughed a little bit. "So are you leaving or what?"
"Well, if me and Mike do stay, we can watch some cheap porn. If we leave, we'd have to buy some. Or, I can call a few more girls over and-"
"Tre, OUT!" I grabbed Tre by the shirt and threw him out the door. Mike took that as a sign that he should leave too.
"Bye. You two won't have half as much fun without me," Tre yelled from outside of the door.
I sat on the couch next to Taylor. We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity.
"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked Taylor.
"I know something we can do... "
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