Rock And Roll Girlfriend, chapter 8
*Taylor's pov*
Billie looked at his watch. My mom was probably wondering where I was. It didn't take all day to go to the mall. Well, unless you are my friend Katelyn. She could be in the mall for a week straight and still not be done shopping.
We hopped in Billie Joe's beat up car. He was speeding down the road when it randomly decides to rain outside. Just our luck.
"Billie you should slow down. It's not that safe driving fast in weather like this. We could get into an accident," I said with a hint of fear in my voice.
"Relax. Nothing will happen. I always drive this fast in the rain. It doesn't matter. It's not like I am not paying attention or anything."
I looked down at my legs. I hope Billie was right.
"Billie it's not that easy," I said trying to hold back my tears. "About a year ago, my cousin Ellie got into a car wreck. She was always a good driver." I started to cry hysterically. Billie reached over and took my hand away from my mouth because I started gnawing at my fingernails.
"It's alright babe. Don't cry."
"She died Billie. She thought that she was being careful. I should have said something. It's my fault that she is dead." I had eyeliner and mascara trailing down my cheeks. Billie Joe went to put his arm around me while he was 'knee driving'. Just then, he lost control of the vehicle.
"O fuck Taylor if anything happens, know that I love you!" He screamed. The car spun around. We covered our heads with our arms, only for the car to hit a fire hydrant. When we finally stopped I gasped in pain and grabbed my wrist. Shit! I hit it pretty hard on the fucking dashboard. I probably broke it.
"Are you okay Tayls?" Billie Joe asked me concernedly when he saw me holding my wrist.
"I think I broke it Billie. Fuck! I need to get to a damn hospital. It hurts! Call the police."
Billie saw a payphone on the corner. He called the police and told them about the accident. I was so stupid. I wouldn't need to call my mom at the hospital because I'm 18. What am I going to tell her when I get home? That I tripped in Hot Topic and smashed my wrist. She isn't that stupid.
Billie Joe walked back over to the car. The rain had slowed down a bit. Billie's shirt clung to his petite body. He looked so hot right about now. I shouldn't be thinking of banging Billie Joe while my wrist is probably broken.
*Billie Joe's pov*
I felt bad. I should have listened to Taylor. I hope her wrist isn't broken. What are we going to do?
Taylor bit her lip in pain. Her wrist swelled up to almost twice its normal size. Shit! When her mom finds out about this little incident, it's good bye to me. I am probably the biggest idiot in America.
After the police gave us a ride to the hospital, I sat with Taylor as she got her x-rays. I stroked the side of Taylor's angelic face. Her hair was wet from standing in the rain. It curled up so much. The doctor walked into the room with the x-rays under his bulky arm.
"Well, Taylor," said the doctor, "You broke you're wrist. You will need to wear a cast for about six weeks. It's no biggie. You can even have it in any color that you will like."
Taylor sighed. "Okay. Do you have black?"
***
I dropped Taylor off at her house. I decided to walk her in. I don't care what her fucking mother thinks anymore. I rang the doorbell.
"Taylor honey..."Taylor's mom trailed off. "Oh my God, what happened to your wrist? And why are you with him? I knew that he would get you in all sorts of trouble." Taylor's mom grabbed her by her unhurt arm and dragged her into the house. I followed them in and shut the door quietly so I wouldn't be too noticeable.
"Mom I can explain. There is no point in lying anymore. I didn't go to the mall like you thought. I spent the day with Billie Joe. I have nothing else to do anymore since I took extra classes so I could graduate high school early. We were driving back home when it started to rain. Billie Joe is a responsible driver I swear," She said as I nodded my head to confirm, "and the rain was too much. He lost control. Luckily we only hit a fire hydrant. I banged my wrist on the dashboard of his car. The fucking cast only has to be on for like six weeks."
"Ma'am, I am so sorry for what happened to Taylor. I love her and will never hurt her intentionally. Please let us be together," I pleaded. Shit, if I keep this going, I think I will cry. Taylor walked over and stood next to me. Her mom looked at us, closed her eyes, and sighed extremely loud.
"Whatever I do you two would always find ways to see each other. You can see each other but[u]there will be rules![/u]
"Rules?" Taylor and I said at the exact same time.
"Yes rules. Rule number one is that no sleepovers. If I ever find out that you two spend the night together EVER I will cut something off of Billie Joe that he would never want to get cut off. Rule number two is that Billie Joe can not interfere when you apply to college. You see Billie Joe, Taylor is going to college and not relying on music to save her life. And finally, rule number three is that Billie can not drink or do drugs. I'll make it an effort to separate you two if that happens. Am I clear?"
"Ma'am yes ma'am!" Taylor said snapping to attention like a soldier.
"Of course," I said calmly. I couldn't be happier.
*Taylor's pov*
Yup, my mom is a control freak. At least me and Billie Joe can see each other. The rules are a bit much, I mean, we don't have to spend the night together to have sex. Ha-ha a loop hole. I love loop holes. I think this is the only good effect of me breaking my wrist. If I never did, my mom probably wouldn't come around to liking Billie Joe. Well, not exactly liking him but you know what I mean.
I ran upstairs after Billie Joe left. I sat down at my desk and looked out the window. I realized something. If I do get into Yale, which I hope I do, I have to leave Billie Joe. Most likely for good. This is going to be a problem ... .
Billie looked at his watch. My mom was probably wondering where I was. It didn't take all day to go to the mall. Well, unless you are my friend Katelyn. She could be in the mall for a week straight and still not be done shopping.
We hopped in Billie Joe's beat up car. He was speeding down the road when it randomly decides to rain outside. Just our luck.
"Billie you should slow down. It's not that safe driving fast in weather like this. We could get into an accident," I said with a hint of fear in my voice.
"Relax. Nothing will happen. I always drive this fast in the rain. It doesn't matter. It's not like I am not paying attention or anything."
I looked down at my legs. I hope Billie was right.
"Billie it's not that easy," I said trying to hold back my tears. "About a year ago, my cousin Ellie got into a car wreck. She was always a good driver." I started to cry hysterically. Billie reached over and took my hand away from my mouth because I started gnawing at my fingernails.
"It's alright babe. Don't cry."
"She died Billie. She thought that she was being careful. I should have said something. It's my fault that she is dead." I had eyeliner and mascara trailing down my cheeks. Billie Joe went to put his arm around me while he was 'knee driving'. Just then, he lost control of the vehicle.
"O fuck Taylor if anything happens, know that I love you!" He screamed. The car spun around. We covered our heads with our arms, only for the car to hit a fire hydrant. When we finally stopped I gasped in pain and grabbed my wrist. Shit! I hit it pretty hard on the fucking dashboard. I probably broke it.
"Are you okay Tayls?" Billie Joe asked me concernedly when he saw me holding my wrist.
"I think I broke it Billie. Fuck! I need to get to a damn hospital. It hurts! Call the police."
Billie saw a payphone on the corner. He called the police and told them about the accident. I was so stupid. I wouldn't need to call my mom at the hospital because I'm 18. What am I going to tell her when I get home? That I tripped in Hot Topic and smashed my wrist. She isn't that stupid.
Billie Joe walked back over to the car. The rain had slowed down a bit. Billie's shirt clung to his petite body. He looked so hot right about now. I shouldn't be thinking of banging Billie Joe while my wrist is probably broken.
*Billie Joe's pov*
I felt bad. I should have listened to Taylor. I hope her wrist isn't broken. What are we going to do?
Taylor bit her lip in pain. Her wrist swelled up to almost twice its normal size. Shit! When her mom finds out about this little incident, it's good bye to me. I am probably the biggest idiot in America.
After the police gave us a ride to the hospital, I sat with Taylor as she got her x-rays. I stroked the side of Taylor's angelic face. Her hair was wet from standing in the rain. It curled up so much. The doctor walked into the room with the x-rays under his bulky arm.
"Well, Taylor," said the doctor, "You broke you're wrist. You will need to wear a cast for about six weeks. It's no biggie. You can even have it in any color that you will like."
Taylor sighed. "Okay. Do you have black?"
***
I dropped Taylor off at her house. I decided to walk her in. I don't care what her fucking mother thinks anymore. I rang the doorbell.
"Taylor honey..."Taylor's mom trailed off. "Oh my God, what happened to your wrist? And why are you with him? I knew that he would get you in all sorts of trouble." Taylor's mom grabbed her by her unhurt arm and dragged her into the house. I followed them in and shut the door quietly so I wouldn't be too noticeable.
"Mom I can explain. There is no point in lying anymore. I didn't go to the mall like you thought. I spent the day with Billie Joe. I have nothing else to do anymore since I took extra classes so I could graduate high school early. We were driving back home when it started to rain. Billie Joe is a responsible driver I swear," She said as I nodded my head to confirm, "and the rain was too much. He lost control. Luckily we only hit a fire hydrant. I banged my wrist on the dashboard of his car. The fucking cast only has to be on for like six weeks."
"Ma'am, I am so sorry for what happened to Taylor. I love her and will never hurt her intentionally. Please let us be together," I pleaded. Shit, if I keep this going, I think I will cry. Taylor walked over and stood next to me. Her mom looked at us, closed her eyes, and sighed extremely loud.
"Whatever I do you two would always find ways to see each other. You can see each other but[u]there will be rules![/u]
"Rules?" Taylor and I said at the exact same time.
"Yes rules. Rule number one is that no sleepovers. If I ever find out that you two spend the night together EVER I will cut something off of Billie Joe that he would never want to get cut off. Rule number two is that Billie Joe can not interfere when you apply to college. You see Billie Joe, Taylor is going to college and not relying on music to save her life. And finally, rule number three is that Billie can not drink or do drugs. I'll make it an effort to separate you two if that happens. Am I clear?"
"Ma'am yes ma'am!" Taylor said snapping to attention like a soldier.
"Of course," I said calmly. I couldn't be happier.
*Taylor's pov*
Yup, my mom is a control freak. At least me and Billie Joe can see each other. The rules are a bit much, I mean, we don't have to spend the night together to have sex. Ha-ha a loop hole. I love loop holes. I think this is the only good effect of me breaking my wrist. If I never did, my mom probably wouldn't come around to liking Billie Joe. Well, not exactly liking him but you know what I mean.
I ran upstairs after Billie Joe left. I sat down at my desk and looked out the window. I realized something. If I do get into Yale, which I hope I do, I have to leave Billie Joe. Most likely for good. This is going to be a problem ... .
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