The Homecoming Of Whatsername (Edited), chapter 3
About an hour and a half later, Billie Joe heard Mike let himself into the house(Mike had been renting a room from Billie Joe's mom since the boys had been fifteen). Billie Joe quickly pulled his covers over his head, and didn't move when Mike opened the door.
"Bill. Billie Joe, are you awake?" Billie didn't stir. Mike grunted. "Suit yourself. See ya in the morning. Night, dude." Mike wandered into his room, slightly drunk and stoned. Well, it had been a celebration, hadn't it? Frankie and Tre's birthday, Frankie's homecoming, her engagement. Mike slumped back on his bed, his fuzzy head trying to make some sense of things.
Suddenly, he sat back up. When he went and found Frankie and Billie Joe in the back alley, Frankie had jumped away. Billie and Frankie had obviously been kissing, again. A goofy smile spread across Mike's face for a split second, before he let out a long groan.
"Not again!" he moaned into his pillow, before the alcohol and dope finally knocked him out
***
FLASHBACK- Three Years ago (sorry, it's a long one!!).
Frankie clutched at Billie Joe's hand, dragging him through the gap in the bush, and up a large rock. They settled themselves between two massive boulders. Both the two fifteen-year olds were trying desperately not to giggle, as they watched Tre and Mike run round the dark, moonlit beach, searching for Billie Joe and Frankie. Sure, hide and seek was more for little kids, but it was fun. The boys and Frankie were spending their last weekend together on the beach near their home, before Frankie moved to LA with her's and Tre's mom on Tuesday, after their parent's divorce was finalised.
"Sssh!" she admonished him. "They'll hear us!" She shifted, the rock gap a tight fit for the two of them, no matter that they were both the smallest in their little group.
"C'mere," Billie Joe hissed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Frankie shivered as she rested against Billie Joe's bare chest. It wasn't a cold night for October, it was more that Billie had his arm around her. Stop it. God, Billie Joe had been one of her best friends for almost four years now, just like Mikey. So why did she feel for Mikey in the same way she felt for Tre, like Mikey was another brother, when she felt she wanted Billie as something more? Her confusion was interrupted by Billie Joe nudging her.
"Hmm?" she asked.
Billie rolled his eyes.
"I said, Tre and Mike have gone down the other end again. Do you wanna make a run across the dunes?" Both Billie Joe and Frankie were short, but very speedy.
"Umm, yeah, ok. To the ice cream place?"
"You read my mind. Let's go."
Billie Joe jumped down from the rock, then reached up to help Frankie down. He knew she didn't need help, but still. He just liked having his arms around her. They sprinted across the dunes, Mike and Tre's voices now far behind them.
"I think they're searching the rock pools again," Billie Joe panted.
"Ha. God, we're evil," Frankie flicked her most wicked grin at Billie Joe. He turned to answer her, but caught sight of Mike heading their way.
"Crap. We're not gonna make it. Duck into the long grass," He ordered. Frankie pulled a face.
"But the bugs-" Frankie began.
"I'll protect you." Yes, please Beej, begged Frankie, silently. "MOVE!" Billie Joe squawked. He pushed Frankie, who lost her footing, and fell, clutching at Billie Joe.
"Gaaaaaah!" The two kids began rolling faster and faster down the grassy hill, wrapped in each other's arms. They moaned and groaned in pain as they rolled over massive rocks that stuck into them. Finally, they stopped, by crashing into a tree. Not the best way to stop.
Frankie suddenly realised she was lying on top of Billie Joe.
"Sorry, She muttered, glad the darkness was hiding the hot flush creeping over her face. She tried to move off Billie, when he suddenly rolled underneath her, over her, pinning her with her hands above her head. Without warning, he bent his head and kissed her gently on the lips.
"Don't go next week," He pleaded softly. She wriggled her hands and Billie let go of her wrists. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rolling on top of him again. This time, she kissed him, deeper this time.
"I don't wanna. Not now," She murmured against his lips.
"So don't."
"I don't have a choice."
"You do."
"Don't."
"Do."
"Don't"
"Do."
"Beej, shut up," Frankie kissed him again. Billie Joe sat up slightly, with Frankie now sitting on his lap, her legs around his waist. Billie Joe moaned again, pulling Frankie tighter against him, his right hand sliding gently up the front of her battered Ramones top-his battered Ramones top. Frankie had borrowed/ pinched it after Tre threw his ice cream at her that afternoon. Billie was now wearing just his zippered sweater, which Frankie was tugging insistently at. However far they would have gotten is anyone's guess, if Mike hadn't come bounding up at that point.
"HA! Found you-Oh my GOD!"
"Christ, Mikey, please shut up!" Frankie pleaded, scrambling up to him, Billie Joe closely following her. Mike looked really disgusted now. Frankie glanced down. The Ramones shirt had caught underneath the underwiring of her bra.
"Shit." Frankie tugged at the hem of the shirt. Billie inched closer to Mike. Tre was now running down the hill. The trio looked at his lanky figure, tripping over stones that Billie Joe and Frankie had loosened.
"Does Tre know?" demanded Mike.
"No," Billie Joe and Frankie spoke in unison.
"Please don't say anything, just yet," Billie Joe begged. Mike looked at the beseeching looks on his friends' face, then at Tre, who was nearly upon them. He sighed deeply.
"Fine. I won't say anything. You can." A smirk replaced the disgust on his face. "But you so owe me an ice cream!" Before they could object, Mike sprinted towards Tre.
***
Still the flashback (sorry!).Two days later.
Monday. Billie Joe woke up and glanced at his clock. 7.50 am. Damn. He was gonna be late for school again. At the moment though, he really didn't care. After the, um, incident on Saturday night, Frankie had left earlier than planned, with Tre. Mike and Billie Joe had walked home together in awkward silence. They had barely spoken to each other yesterday and when Frankie had turned up around seven last night and Billie ushered her into his room, he was sure Mike's eyebrows were about to jump off his face, as he left for Mina's, his then-girlfriend.
Frankie had stayed until about half eleven last night, when Mike came back and Billie Joe's mom tactfully told her to go home. Frankie was like yet another child to Ollie, just like Mike and Tre. However, they just hung out like they used to before Saturday, as friends, and didn't speak about the other night.
As Frankie was leaving for LA the next day, she wouldn't be at school. So Billie Joe was surprised to see her standing just down the street from their school. Waiting for him. Mike turned to his friend.
"I'll tell Rogers you felt sick, and might be in later." He said in a low voice. Rogers was their first teacher of today, a giant teddy bear of a man, who would believe anything Mike, his star pupil, told him. Quite why the gullible sap was working in a high school, no one knew. Kindergarteners could discipline better than he could.
"Yeah, thanks, buddy," Billie Joe approached Frankie, who looked as though she had been up all night crying. Which, in actual fact, she had.
The pair walked down the path that led to the back of the school in silence. Twice, Billie Joe moved to grasp Frankie's hand, but chickened out both times. When they reached the back of the gym, they found Kyle, a guy from their homeroom puffing on a joint. They were friends with Kyle-he was a decent guy most of the time. But right now both Frankie and Billie Joe wanted some privacy to talk.
"You might wanna move, Kyle. Rathbone's comin'," Billie Joe said. Kyle looked bemused.
"Ain't it Rathbone's day off?" he asked. Frankie rolled her eyes.
"Yes. Just piss off, Kay," She spoke in her 'ballsy' voice. Tre had dubbed that particular tone of her voice her 'ballsy' voice, as boys who ignored her when she spoke like that usually ended up with her kicking them in the...I'll let you imagine the rest.
"Yeah, OK," Kyle nodded, stamping out his joint. "See ya Billie Joe. Bye Frankie..." Kyle's voice trailed off, remembering that Frankie was leaving tomorrow.
"Bye," Frankie nodded. A small tear trickled down her face as Kyle wandered inside. Billie Joe dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around Frankie.
Big mistake. Frankie began to sob harder, fingers clutching at the back of Billie's jacket. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the fruity scent of her shampoo deeply. "I don't wanna leave you!" Frankie snuffled, when she had finished crying. "I...I..."
"I love you, Frankie."
"I love you, too."
Just around the corner, Mike paused. Did he just hear that correctly? Oh, how sweet, they were in love! He considered briefly before turning on his heel, and jogging back inside. He'd say goodbye to Frankie later. Let Billie Joe say bye now.
End of Flashback
"Bill. Billie Joe, are you awake?" Billie didn't stir. Mike grunted. "Suit yourself. See ya in the morning. Night, dude." Mike wandered into his room, slightly drunk and stoned. Well, it had been a celebration, hadn't it? Frankie and Tre's birthday, Frankie's homecoming, her engagement. Mike slumped back on his bed, his fuzzy head trying to make some sense of things.
Suddenly, he sat back up. When he went and found Frankie and Billie Joe in the back alley, Frankie had jumped away. Billie and Frankie had obviously been kissing, again. A goofy smile spread across Mike's face for a split second, before he let out a long groan.
"Not again!" he moaned into his pillow, before the alcohol and dope finally knocked him out
***
FLASHBACK- Three Years ago (sorry, it's a long one!!).
Frankie clutched at Billie Joe's hand, dragging him through the gap in the bush, and up a large rock. They settled themselves between two massive boulders. Both the two fifteen-year olds were trying desperately not to giggle, as they watched Tre and Mike run round the dark, moonlit beach, searching for Billie Joe and Frankie. Sure, hide and seek was more for little kids, but it was fun. The boys and Frankie were spending their last weekend together on the beach near their home, before Frankie moved to LA with her's and Tre's mom on Tuesday, after their parent's divorce was finalised.
"Sssh!" she admonished him. "They'll hear us!" She shifted, the rock gap a tight fit for the two of them, no matter that they were both the smallest in their little group.
"C'mere," Billie Joe hissed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Frankie shivered as she rested against Billie Joe's bare chest. It wasn't a cold night for October, it was more that Billie had his arm around her. Stop it. God, Billie Joe had been one of her best friends for almost four years now, just like Mikey. So why did she feel for Mikey in the same way she felt for Tre, like Mikey was another brother, when she felt she wanted Billie as something more? Her confusion was interrupted by Billie Joe nudging her.
"Hmm?" she asked.
Billie rolled his eyes.
"I said, Tre and Mike have gone down the other end again. Do you wanna make a run across the dunes?" Both Billie Joe and Frankie were short, but very speedy.
"Umm, yeah, ok. To the ice cream place?"
"You read my mind. Let's go."
Billie Joe jumped down from the rock, then reached up to help Frankie down. He knew she didn't need help, but still. He just liked having his arms around her. They sprinted across the dunes, Mike and Tre's voices now far behind them.
"I think they're searching the rock pools again," Billie Joe panted.
"Ha. God, we're evil," Frankie flicked her most wicked grin at Billie Joe. He turned to answer her, but caught sight of Mike heading their way.
"Crap. We're not gonna make it. Duck into the long grass," He ordered. Frankie pulled a face.
"But the bugs-" Frankie began.
"I'll protect you." Yes, please Beej, begged Frankie, silently. "MOVE!" Billie Joe squawked. He pushed Frankie, who lost her footing, and fell, clutching at Billie Joe.
"Gaaaaaah!" The two kids began rolling faster and faster down the grassy hill, wrapped in each other's arms. They moaned and groaned in pain as they rolled over massive rocks that stuck into them. Finally, they stopped, by crashing into a tree. Not the best way to stop.
Frankie suddenly realised she was lying on top of Billie Joe.
"Sorry, She muttered, glad the darkness was hiding the hot flush creeping over her face. She tried to move off Billie, when he suddenly rolled underneath her, over her, pinning her with her hands above her head. Without warning, he bent his head and kissed her gently on the lips.
"Don't go next week," He pleaded softly. She wriggled her hands and Billie let go of her wrists. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rolling on top of him again. This time, she kissed him, deeper this time.
"I don't wanna. Not now," She murmured against his lips.
"So don't."
"I don't have a choice."
"You do."
"Don't."
"Do."
"Don't"
"Do."
"Beej, shut up," Frankie kissed him again. Billie Joe sat up slightly, with Frankie now sitting on his lap, her legs around his waist. Billie Joe moaned again, pulling Frankie tighter against him, his right hand sliding gently up the front of her battered Ramones top-his battered Ramones top. Frankie had borrowed/ pinched it after Tre threw his ice cream at her that afternoon. Billie was now wearing just his zippered sweater, which Frankie was tugging insistently at. However far they would have gotten is anyone's guess, if Mike hadn't come bounding up at that point.
"HA! Found you-Oh my GOD!"
"Christ, Mikey, please shut up!" Frankie pleaded, scrambling up to him, Billie Joe closely following her. Mike looked really disgusted now. Frankie glanced down. The Ramones shirt had caught underneath the underwiring of her bra.
"Shit." Frankie tugged at the hem of the shirt. Billie inched closer to Mike. Tre was now running down the hill. The trio looked at his lanky figure, tripping over stones that Billie Joe and Frankie had loosened.
"Does Tre know?" demanded Mike.
"No," Billie Joe and Frankie spoke in unison.
"Please don't say anything, just yet," Billie Joe begged. Mike looked at the beseeching looks on his friends' face, then at Tre, who was nearly upon them. He sighed deeply.
"Fine. I won't say anything. You can." A smirk replaced the disgust on his face. "But you so owe me an ice cream!" Before they could object, Mike sprinted towards Tre.
***
Still the flashback (sorry!).Two days later.
Monday. Billie Joe woke up and glanced at his clock. 7.50 am. Damn. He was gonna be late for school again. At the moment though, he really didn't care. After the, um, incident on Saturday night, Frankie had left earlier than planned, with Tre. Mike and Billie Joe had walked home together in awkward silence. They had barely spoken to each other yesterday and when Frankie had turned up around seven last night and Billie ushered her into his room, he was sure Mike's eyebrows were about to jump off his face, as he left for Mina's, his then-girlfriend.
Frankie had stayed until about half eleven last night, when Mike came back and Billie Joe's mom tactfully told her to go home. Frankie was like yet another child to Ollie, just like Mike and Tre. However, they just hung out like they used to before Saturday, as friends, and didn't speak about the other night.
As Frankie was leaving for LA the next day, she wouldn't be at school. So Billie Joe was surprised to see her standing just down the street from their school. Waiting for him. Mike turned to his friend.
"I'll tell Rogers you felt sick, and might be in later." He said in a low voice. Rogers was their first teacher of today, a giant teddy bear of a man, who would believe anything Mike, his star pupil, told him. Quite why the gullible sap was working in a high school, no one knew. Kindergarteners could discipline better than he could.
"Yeah, thanks, buddy," Billie Joe approached Frankie, who looked as though she had been up all night crying. Which, in actual fact, she had.
The pair walked down the path that led to the back of the school in silence. Twice, Billie Joe moved to grasp Frankie's hand, but chickened out both times. When they reached the back of the gym, they found Kyle, a guy from their homeroom puffing on a joint. They were friends with Kyle-he was a decent guy most of the time. But right now both Frankie and Billie Joe wanted some privacy to talk.
"You might wanna move, Kyle. Rathbone's comin'," Billie Joe said. Kyle looked bemused.
"Ain't it Rathbone's day off?" he asked. Frankie rolled her eyes.
"Yes. Just piss off, Kay," She spoke in her 'ballsy' voice. Tre had dubbed that particular tone of her voice her 'ballsy' voice, as boys who ignored her when she spoke like that usually ended up with her kicking them in the...I'll let you imagine the rest.
"Yeah, OK," Kyle nodded, stamping out his joint. "See ya Billie Joe. Bye Frankie..." Kyle's voice trailed off, remembering that Frankie was leaving tomorrow.
"Bye," Frankie nodded. A small tear trickled down her face as Kyle wandered inside. Billie Joe dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around Frankie.
Big mistake. Frankie began to sob harder, fingers clutching at the back of Billie's jacket. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the fruity scent of her shampoo deeply. "I don't wanna leave you!" Frankie snuffled, when she had finished crying. "I...I..."
"I love you, Frankie."
"I love you, too."
Just around the corner, Mike paused. Did he just hear that correctly? Oh, how sweet, they were in love! He considered briefly before turning on his heel, and jogging back inside. He'd say goodbye to Frankie later. Let Billie Joe say bye now.
End of Flashback
