Rock And Roll Girlfriend, chapter 9
*Taylor's pov*
The past two weeks have been really great. My mom is actually starting to really like Billie Joe being around. Billie wrote all over my cast in silver Sharpie markers. Only four more weeks till its off! Billie Joe insists on calling me a cripple.
I am sick. Like REALLY sick. My throat is all scratchy and I can barely talk. I have been in bed for the last three days, and for those three days Billie Joe has been taking care of me. My sister thinks it's annoying; I think it is so unbelievably sweet.
"Here's your soup miss," Billie Joe said curtsying. He had on my Halloween costume on from last year. Just to let you know, it was a very skimpy French maid outfit. Billie Joe was actually enjoying wearing it.
"Thank you baby," I said. Well, I tried to say it but it came out all squeaky.
"Your welcome," Billie said trying to imitate my squeakiness. That guy has severe problems. I love him though.
I ate my soup quietly only glancing over as Billie Joe was getting changed back into his normal cloths. "You know Taylor," he started, "if you can't talk, I could have my way with you and there is nothing that you can do about it." I put my soup down on the nightstand that was next to my bed and gave him one of my 'are you fucking kidding me' looks. Apparently he wasn't. Billie Joe jumped on to my bed and straddled me, or tried to. I was under like a bajillion blankets. I hit on his chest and he flopped over lying down next to me.
"You suck monkey balls1" Billie Joe shouted hitting me in the head with a pillow.
"Eww, gross. That means I'd suck Tre's balls. That is taking it way to far Billie Joe. WAY TO FAR! It's not nice to be mean to sick people who could keel over any second," I joked.
"Wait, you're gonna die? I bet you infinity dollars that you don't even know what you have," he said like a little kid. "You'll find out soon enough actually. Your mom decided to be sneaky and make a doctors appointment for you. Ha-ha." I was about to kill my mom. I hate the doctor's office. They are always poking you with stuff as if you are some dead squirrel on the side of the road.
My mom drove me and Billie Joe to the doctor's office. I was sucking on my 15th cough drop NOT TRE"S BALLS! Erg. Billie Joe has one hell of a sick mind.
*Billie Joe's pov*
Taylor didn't look like her normal self. She was all pale. She looked kinda funny actually.
We stepped into the doctor's office only to find Taylor trying to run out only to stop because she hit her heavy cast on the edge of the door. Secret agent is one job that she can cross off of her future career options.
We sat down in some very cold and uncomfortable chairs. I kept my hands to myself for two reasons. One was because Taylor was sick and I don't wanna get sick. Another was that this old lady was watching us like a hawk making sure we did nothing inappropriate in front of the little children in the waiting room. Hell, why protect them they are gonna see it sometime. Heh.
"Taylor?" asked a lady dressed in pink scrubs. I followed Taylor into a room that was disgustingly pink.
"I don't think me being sick is the reason I am gonna hurl," Taylor said making faces at the pictures of Disney princesses on the wall.
Taylor sat on the cold, metal table in the doctor's office. She kicked her legs back and forth. She hummed 'Blitzkrieg Bop' and counted the dots on the ceiling. A nurse came in and swabbed her throat. Taylor had to describe in detail how she was feeling.
"Sounds to me that you have mono," the nurse said.
"MONO!" Taylor and I said surprised. Shit if she had mono that means that I would have mono.
"Mr. Armstrong, since you are Taylor's boyfriend, you should probably get tested for mono as well. It's no big deal. We'll give you some medicine to help your sore throat if you have it. As for you Taylor, you need some rest. You should be better in about a week," the nurse said smiling and giving us lollypops as we left like we were two seven year olds.
When we got back to Taylor's house I made sure that she was all set then I left.
I got back to my house only to find Tre, Mike, Emma, and like 50 people having a party that I didn't know about. Fuck. There were beer bottles everywhere and it smelt like weed.
I pushed some stripper with gigantic fake boobs off of the table and stood up on it.
"Hey you're ruining all the fun!" Tre yelled obviously stoned.
"Yeah!" Mike agreed, rolling up a joint.
"That's it!!! EVERYBODY OUT! I don't care if you are the fucking President of the United States; get out of my fucking apartment. Yes you too," I yelled pointing at some girl. "NOT you three," I screamed at Emma, Tre, and Mike as they tried to slip out unnoticed. Shit, Taylor's moments of bitchyness is starting to rub off on me. I grabbed Tre and Mike by the collars of their shirts as Emma as holding on to Mike's hand because she was completely smashed.
"What the fuck was that?" I asked them. I was so pissed off. My friends are real assholes sometimes.
"Well, since you were out helping Tayls, we thought... .Hey that spot looks like a dog!" Mike randomly said, pointing at a spot on the carpet. Was he serious?
"Never mind guys. I'll deal with you tomorrow when your not totally out of it," I said walking towards the refrigerator and pulling out a beer.
They all left, loudly. Emma drunkenly clung onto Mike shoulder, Tre skipping like a little school girl, and Mike barely able to walk in a straight line was something that you had to see to believe.
My throat is starting to hurt. I guess I should fill that prescription for that medicine shit to help me 'cuz I think I got fucking mono.
The past two weeks have been really great. My mom is actually starting to really like Billie Joe being around. Billie wrote all over my cast in silver Sharpie markers. Only four more weeks till its off! Billie Joe insists on calling me a cripple.
I am sick. Like REALLY sick. My throat is all scratchy and I can barely talk. I have been in bed for the last three days, and for those three days Billie Joe has been taking care of me. My sister thinks it's annoying; I think it is so unbelievably sweet.
"Here's your soup miss," Billie Joe said curtsying. He had on my Halloween costume on from last year. Just to let you know, it was a very skimpy French maid outfit. Billie Joe was actually enjoying wearing it.
"Thank you baby," I said. Well, I tried to say it but it came out all squeaky.
"Your welcome," Billie said trying to imitate my squeakiness. That guy has severe problems. I love him though.
I ate my soup quietly only glancing over as Billie Joe was getting changed back into his normal cloths. "You know Taylor," he started, "if you can't talk, I could have my way with you and there is nothing that you can do about it." I put my soup down on the nightstand that was next to my bed and gave him one of my 'are you fucking kidding me' looks. Apparently he wasn't. Billie Joe jumped on to my bed and straddled me, or tried to. I was under like a bajillion blankets. I hit on his chest and he flopped over lying down next to me.
"You suck monkey balls1" Billie Joe shouted hitting me in the head with a pillow.
"Eww, gross. That means I'd suck Tre's balls. That is taking it way to far Billie Joe. WAY TO FAR! It's not nice to be mean to sick people who could keel over any second," I joked.
"Wait, you're gonna die? I bet you infinity dollars that you don't even know what you have," he said like a little kid. "You'll find out soon enough actually. Your mom decided to be sneaky and make a doctors appointment for you. Ha-ha." I was about to kill my mom. I hate the doctor's office. They are always poking you with stuff as if you are some dead squirrel on the side of the road.
My mom drove me and Billie Joe to the doctor's office. I was sucking on my 15th cough drop NOT TRE"S BALLS! Erg. Billie Joe has one hell of a sick mind.
*Billie Joe's pov*
Taylor didn't look like her normal self. She was all pale. She looked kinda funny actually.
We stepped into the doctor's office only to find Taylor trying to run out only to stop because she hit her heavy cast on the edge of the door. Secret agent is one job that she can cross off of her future career options.
We sat down in some very cold and uncomfortable chairs. I kept my hands to myself for two reasons. One was because Taylor was sick and I don't wanna get sick. Another was that this old lady was watching us like a hawk making sure we did nothing inappropriate in front of the little children in the waiting room. Hell, why protect them they are gonna see it sometime. Heh.
"Taylor?" asked a lady dressed in pink scrubs. I followed Taylor into a room that was disgustingly pink.
"I don't think me being sick is the reason I am gonna hurl," Taylor said making faces at the pictures of Disney princesses on the wall.
Taylor sat on the cold, metal table in the doctor's office. She kicked her legs back and forth. She hummed 'Blitzkrieg Bop' and counted the dots on the ceiling. A nurse came in and swabbed her throat. Taylor had to describe in detail how she was feeling.
"Sounds to me that you have mono," the nurse said.
"MONO!" Taylor and I said surprised. Shit if she had mono that means that I would have mono.
"Mr. Armstrong, since you are Taylor's boyfriend, you should probably get tested for mono as well. It's no big deal. We'll give you some medicine to help your sore throat if you have it. As for you Taylor, you need some rest. You should be better in about a week," the nurse said smiling and giving us lollypops as we left like we were two seven year olds.
When we got back to Taylor's house I made sure that she was all set then I left.
I got back to my house only to find Tre, Mike, Emma, and like 50 people having a party that I didn't know about. Fuck. There were beer bottles everywhere and it smelt like weed.
I pushed some stripper with gigantic fake boobs off of the table and stood up on it.
"Hey you're ruining all the fun!" Tre yelled obviously stoned.
"Yeah!" Mike agreed, rolling up a joint.
"That's it!!! EVERYBODY OUT! I don't care if you are the fucking President of the United States; get out of my fucking apartment. Yes you too," I yelled pointing at some girl. "NOT you three," I screamed at Emma, Tre, and Mike as they tried to slip out unnoticed. Shit, Taylor's moments of bitchyness is starting to rub off on me. I grabbed Tre and Mike by the collars of their shirts as Emma as holding on to Mike's hand because she was completely smashed.
"What the fuck was that?" I asked them. I was so pissed off. My friends are real assholes sometimes.
"Well, since you were out helping Tayls, we thought... .Hey that spot looks like a dog!" Mike randomly said, pointing at a spot on the carpet. Was he serious?
"Never mind guys. I'll deal with you tomorrow when your not totally out of it," I said walking towards the refrigerator and pulling out a beer.
They all left, loudly. Emma drunkenly clung onto Mike shoulder, Tre skipping like a little school girl, and Mike barely able to walk in a straight line was something that you had to see to believe.
My throat is starting to hurt. I guess I should fill that prescription for that medicine shit to help me 'cuz I think I got fucking mono.
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