Billie Joe's Girlfriend, chapter 3
Billie Joe woke up bright and early to make breakfast. As Billie was cooking breakfast, Dylan came down, rubbing her eyes.
"Good Morning!" Billie said with a smile on his face.
Dylan sat in the stool next to the counter, "Morning," Dylan said sleepily.
"Want some pancakes?"
"No thanks, I think I'm going to go."
"What? Why?" Billie asked sadly.
"I have a lot of things to do. My mom isn't home, I have to take care of my little brother. He can't shop. I'm sorry, Billie. But, it was nice to have you in my life for a day." Dylan said, getting up and putting her shoes on.
"Were never going to see each other again?"
Dylan shrugged her shoulders and headed out the door.
-----Dylan's House-----
"Hey, Ben." Dylan said to her brother, who was on the couch, with his girlfriend, Becky.
Ben had short brown hair, brown eyes, had a small figure, and played bass. There was only one word for Becky, and that was 'slut. '
Dylan rolled her eyes. "Ben..." Dylan said pointing for Becky to go.
Ben shook his head 'no. '
"Hey, Becky, your going to have to leave. Ben and I have to go to Grandma's." Dylan lied. Her grandma was dead and gone.
Becky kissed Ben on the cheek and left.
"Ben, I don't want you seeing her, okay?" Dylan asked while getting a soda from the fridge.
"Why not? Stop trying to pretend to be mom, you suck at it."
"Okay, Ben, fine. You wanna get heartbroken? Go ahead and be my guest."
"Where were you last night?" Ben asked slightly turning his head.
" Friends house. Since when do you care?"
"Who friend?"
"My Friend. Shut up."
"Boy friend huh? Did you get lucky?"
"Ben! I'm your sister, you never ask me that!"
"You did. Well, I did too."
"What?" Dylan asked with shock in her eyes.
"Yeah, it was awesome." Ben crossed his arms and tried to remember last night.
Dylan thought she was a horrible person for letting her 13 year old brother lose his virginity at 13. She knew she was supposed to be home.
"Fuck." Dylan said. "Ben, your 13, you shouldn't be having sex."
"Dylan, stop pretending to be mom. I do what I want, if I think I'm ready, I'll do it. I thought I was ready."
Dylan shook her head. "I'm trying to be mom because she doesn't know how to be one. I love you Ben, and if you can't except that, then go move in with her."
"Fine, I will!" Ben stormed out the door.
"Good Morning!" Billie said with a smile on his face.
Dylan sat in the stool next to the counter, "Morning," Dylan said sleepily.
"Want some pancakes?"
"No thanks, I think I'm going to go."
"What? Why?" Billie asked sadly.
"I have a lot of things to do. My mom isn't home, I have to take care of my little brother. He can't shop. I'm sorry, Billie. But, it was nice to have you in my life for a day." Dylan said, getting up and putting her shoes on.
"Were never going to see each other again?"
Dylan shrugged her shoulders and headed out the door.
-----Dylan's House-----
"Hey, Ben." Dylan said to her brother, who was on the couch, with his girlfriend, Becky.
Ben had short brown hair, brown eyes, had a small figure, and played bass. There was only one word for Becky, and that was 'slut. '
Dylan rolled her eyes. "Ben..." Dylan said pointing for Becky to go.
Ben shook his head 'no. '
"Hey, Becky, your going to have to leave. Ben and I have to go to Grandma's." Dylan lied. Her grandma was dead and gone.
Becky kissed Ben on the cheek and left.
"Ben, I don't want you seeing her, okay?" Dylan asked while getting a soda from the fridge.
"Why not? Stop trying to pretend to be mom, you suck at it."
"Okay, Ben, fine. You wanna get heartbroken? Go ahead and be my guest."
"Where were you last night?" Ben asked slightly turning his head.
" Friends house. Since when do you care?"
"Who friend?"
"My Friend. Shut up."
"Boy friend huh? Did you get lucky?"
"Ben! I'm your sister, you never ask me that!"
"You did. Well, I did too."
"What?" Dylan asked with shock in her eyes.
"Yeah, it was awesome." Ben crossed his arms and tried to remember last night.
Dylan thought she was a horrible person for letting her 13 year old brother lose his virginity at 13. She knew she was supposed to be home.
"Fuck." Dylan said. "Ben, your 13, you shouldn't be having sex."
"Dylan, stop pretending to be mom. I do what I want, if I think I'm ready, I'll do it. I thought I was ready."
Dylan shook her head. "I'm trying to be mom because she doesn't know how to be one. I love you Ben, and if you can't except that, then go move in with her."
"Fine, I will!" Ben stormed out the door.
