Rock And Roll Girlfriend, chapter 4
*still Billie Joe's pov*
Very dirty thought automatically came into my head. For some reason that always happens. I looked at her to find out what she was thinking.
"No, the thing I am thinking of isn't dirty. Well, actually it can be. But where do you keep your games?"
"Umm, in the closet over there," I said pointing to a small closet at the other end of the room. Taylor got up and walked towards it. She fumbled around in the closet for a good five minutes. There were muffled 'Shits' when something dropped, but she said absolutely nothing. She was pretty cute when she was trying to concentrate on finding something.
"SCORE! I found what I was looking for," Taylor said jumping around doing a 'happy dance.' She waved a scrabble box in the air as she skipped over to the couch.
"We are going to play a game me, Emma, and Katelyn made up one day when we were bored. It's called dirty word scrabble." Taylor explained this like she was hosting a game show.
"Dirty word scrabble? Are you serious?"
"Totally serious. Seriously Billie, I'm serious. Seriously. Any way, these are the rules. Rule number one -- only dirty words are accepted. No normal word like 'dog' or 'guitar.' Got it?"
"Yea. I got it. So who goes first?"
***
*Taylor's pov*
Three rounds of dirty word scrabble later, me and Billie found ourselves sitting on his couch talking about our lives. We went through it all -- best friends, parents, and school. Then, Billie asked the one question I was praying that he would never ask.
"So, are you a virgin?" Billie asked nonchalant.
"Why?" I responded. I couldn't let him know that I was 18 and still a virgin.
"Never mind. Sorry."
I looked into his eyes. I never saw eyes like that before. I leaned in and kissed him. After 5 Mississippi's (yes even though I am 18 I still go by Mississippi's) we pulled apart. He smiled at me and kissed me again. This kiss wasn't as innocent as the first one. It was filled with a lot more passion and intensity.
From that moment one, I knew that Billie Joe was serious. He didn't try to rush me to go to third like my last boyfriend did. Well, me and my last boyfriend never made it to third because I kicked him where the sun don't shine when he tried to make me go down on him. See, I don't mess around with just anyone.
An hour and one super heavy make out session later, the phone rang. Billie got off from on top of me. My Shirt was thrown across the room and he was now in his boxers. My belt was undone. My footless tights were on the floor next to the couch. I am such a SLUT! I never ever considered this. What if we did go all the way? O well, the chances are now slim because Billie was on the phone with a wasted Mike.
"Okay Mike, I'll pick you up and bring you to my place. You shouldn't be alone drunk because you could have alcohol poisoning and choke on your own puke. Yes, I know it's gross. I'll be right there. DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT have anything else to drink besides water. Bye." Billie was frantically getting dressed. He told me to go into his room unless I felt like going with him. I didn't want to so I picked up my stuff as he opened the door to his room.
***
* Billie Joe's pov*
Mike is an asshole. The one night that I was going to sleep with the most beautiful girl that I know of, Mike has to go and get completely smashed. Being the wonderful fried hat I am, I got myself into trying to take care of him and make sure he doesn't die or anything. Perfect. I hope Taylor isn't as pissed off as I am. From what she's told me, she's been there for Emma. Their longest fight only lasted half of a day at school.
After I got back to my house with Mike, Taylor was all dressed sitting on the couch watching MTV. She was writing something that looked like a song into a black composition book. She looked up and smiled.
"Hey, I'll be a minute. I got to set Mike up on the couch. Sorry but you need to get your sexy ass off of the couch," I said slapping her ass as she got up.
"Hey, Billie, would it be to much it I-"
"Too much if you what?"
"Umm, I mean, what I am trying to say is, can I spend the night? My mom's at the hospital with my uncle and my dad gets home late and leaves early. They would never notice if I wasn't there. Please? I wuv yooow!" Taylor said, in a baby voice giving me puppy dog eyes.
"I would be stupid not to let you. Just wait in my room, OK?"
"Sure." She kissed my cheek and slowly walked into my bedroom.
* Taylor's pov *
I woke up the next morning to an unfamiliar sight. I looked at my walls-no Ramones poster. I looked next to the bed-No guitar. I looked next to me -- no.... Wait a minute! I stayed at Billie's house. I looked down at me. Yup, there we were completely naked.
I poked Billie Joe's back. He wouldn't wake up.
"Wake up! The house is on fire! And the cat's caught in the dryer!"
"Holy shit!" Billie Joe sprang up. Of course, he was totally naked so I got a pretty nice view of his ass.
"Calm down. I was lying. I wanted you up."
"Well, you got me up. And I think I will put that in a song so the fact you almost gave your 19 year old boyfriend a heart attack will haunt you for the rest of your life."
"Fine by me. What's for breakfast?"
***
Very dirty thought automatically came into my head. For some reason that always happens. I looked at her to find out what she was thinking.
"No, the thing I am thinking of isn't dirty. Well, actually it can be. But where do you keep your games?"
"Umm, in the closet over there," I said pointing to a small closet at the other end of the room. Taylor got up and walked towards it. She fumbled around in the closet for a good five minutes. There were muffled 'Shits' when something dropped, but she said absolutely nothing. She was pretty cute when she was trying to concentrate on finding something.
"SCORE! I found what I was looking for," Taylor said jumping around doing a 'happy dance.' She waved a scrabble box in the air as she skipped over to the couch.
"We are going to play a game me, Emma, and Katelyn made up one day when we were bored. It's called dirty word scrabble." Taylor explained this like she was hosting a game show.
"Dirty word scrabble? Are you serious?"
"Totally serious. Seriously Billie, I'm serious. Seriously. Any way, these are the rules. Rule number one -- only dirty words are accepted. No normal word like 'dog' or 'guitar.' Got it?"
"Yea. I got it. So who goes first?"
***
*Taylor's pov*
Three rounds of dirty word scrabble later, me and Billie found ourselves sitting on his couch talking about our lives. We went through it all -- best friends, parents, and school. Then, Billie asked the one question I was praying that he would never ask.
"So, are you a virgin?" Billie asked nonchalant.
"Why?" I responded. I couldn't let him know that I was 18 and still a virgin.
"Never mind. Sorry."
I looked into his eyes. I never saw eyes like that before. I leaned in and kissed him. After 5 Mississippi's (yes even though I am 18 I still go by Mississippi's) we pulled apart. He smiled at me and kissed me again. This kiss wasn't as innocent as the first one. It was filled with a lot more passion and intensity.
From that moment one, I knew that Billie Joe was serious. He didn't try to rush me to go to third like my last boyfriend did. Well, me and my last boyfriend never made it to third because I kicked him where the sun don't shine when he tried to make me go down on him. See, I don't mess around with just anyone.
An hour and one super heavy make out session later, the phone rang. Billie got off from on top of me. My Shirt was thrown across the room and he was now in his boxers. My belt was undone. My footless tights were on the floor next to the couch. I am such a SLUT! I never ever considered this. What if we did go all the way? O well, the chances are now slim because Billie was on the phone with a wasted Mike.
"Okay Mike, I'll pick you up and bring you to my place. You shouldn't be alone drunk because you could have alcohol poisoning and choke on your own puke. Yes, I know it's gross. I'll be right there. DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT have anything else to drink besides water. Bye." Billie was frantically getting dressed. He told me to go into his room unless I felt like going with him. I didn't want to so I picked up my stuff as he opened the door to his room.
***
* Billie Joe's pov*
Mike is an asshole. The one night that I was going to sleep with the most beautiful girl that I know of, Mike has to go and get completely smashed. Being the wonderful fried hat I am, I got myself into trying to take care of him and make sure he doesn't die or anything. Perfect. I hope Taylor isn't as pissed off as I am. From what she's told me, she's been there for Emma. Their longest fight only lasted half of a day at school.
After I got back to my house with Mike, Taylor was all dressed sitting on the couch watching MTV. She was writing something that looked like a song into a black composition book. She looked up and smiled.
"Hey, I'll be a minute. I got to set Mike up on the couch. Sorry but you need to get your sexy ass off of the couch," I said slapping her ass as she got up.
"Hey, Billie, would it be to much it I-"
"Too much if you what?"
"Umm, I mean, what I am trying to say is, can I spend the night? My mom's at the hospital with my uncle and my dad gets home late and leaves early. They would never notice if I wasn't there. Please? I wuv yooow!" Taylor said, in a baby voice giving me puppy dog eyes.
"I would be stupid not to let you. Just wait in my room, OK?"
"Sure." She kissed my cheek and slowly walked into my bedroom.
* Taylor's pov *
I woke up the next morning to an unfamiliar sight. I looked at my walls-no Ramones poster. I looked next to the bed-No guitar. I looked next to me -- no.... Wait a minute! I stayed at Billie's house. I looked down at me. Yup, there we were completely naked.
I poked Billie Joe's back. He wouldn't wake up.
"Wake up! The house is on fire! And the cat's caught in the dryer!"
"Holy shit!" Billie Joe sprang up. Of course, he was totally naked so I got a pretty nice view of his ass.
"Calm down. I was lying. I wanted you up."
"Well, you got me up. And I think I will put that in a song so the fact you almost gave your 19 year old boyfriend a heart attack will haunt you for the rest of your life."
"Fine by me. What's for breakfast?"
***
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