We Meet Again, chapter 11
It felt as if my heart had stopped as the guy twirled me around to face him.
I let out a relieved sigh when I saw who it was.
He started laughing at my reaction, "I got you!"
"Shut up! That really wasn't funny. I thought someone was really gonna kill me, you stupid son of a bitch," I held my hand over my heart, breathing heavily.
It was Mark. A friend of mine who I worked with.
He was still laughing, "Sorry, I didn't think I would scare you that bad."
"Well you did. Just promise me you won't do it again," I smiled at him.
He held out his pinky finger, "I pinky promise."
I laughed and hooked my finger with his.
"So, how are you?" he asked.
"I'm good," I held up the plastic shopping bag. "Just getting some last minute breakfast... Whatever this stuff is."
"Toaster struddle? Getting in touch with our inner-child, are we?" he joked, seeing the box through the thin bag.
I smirked, "No. They are for my friend's kids."
"Ahh. A friend's kids? Why are you the one running out," he checked his watch. "At 9:30 at night?"
I rolled my eyes. It was just like Mark to drill you with questions 'til he got the answer he was looking for.
"I'm staying with him for the weekend and his boys wanted toaster struddle. I just thought I'd go out, I guess..."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Him? Has Rebecca Stevens finally found a boyfriend?"
"Shut up," I rolled my eyes again but couldn't help the sides of my lips from moving slightly upwards.
"What's his name? Do I know him?"
"Uh, his name is Billie... Joe. And, um, y-you might know him..." I scratched the back of my neck.
"I don't think I know anyone named Billie Joe," he thought for a second and chuckled. "Well except for that guy in Green Day."
I closed my eyes and slowly moved my head up and down, "Yup."
"Dude, that would be so cool if you were seeing Billie Joe Armstrong..." Mark said, more to himself than to me.
I laughed slightly, "Yeah. It definetly would."
After a second of silence, he looked at me, "I better go. I gotta get home. I'll talk to you on Monday."
I nodded and opened my car door, "Okay... Bye."
After he walked away, I got in my car and started towards Billie's house.
***
I walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer door. As I was putting the toaster struddle in it, a pair of warm arms wrapped around me from behind.
"You're home!"
Way to state the obvious, Bill, I thought.
I closed the freezer and turned around to face him.
"No way."
He ignored my sarcastic comment and closed the gap between our lips.
"I missed you."
"I was only gone for like, half an hour, Billie," I smiled at him.
He shook his head, "No. 45 minutes."
"Oh, my mistake."
He kissed me again and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me all the way up to the bedroom.
Once we got up there, he threw me onto the bed and crawled over me. And in what seemed like one, swift movement, we were both undressed and under the duvet.
"Are you sure we should do this while your kids are in the house?" I asked, my body resting lazily ontop of his.
He kissed me, "Don't worry about it. I garantee you neither of them are going to have the slightest clue as to what I'm gonna do to you."
I smiled and started to kiss him again. Suddenly, I felt something cold and smooth running up my leg.
I broke away from Billie Joe and looked at him, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he replied slowly. "What are you talking about?"
Whatever it was, was now almost to my ass. I lifted the covers and looked to see if I could find whatever it was.
Then, I saw it. It was a long, scaley snake. I shrieked and jumped off the bed, never being a huge fan of the creatures.
"What is it?" Billie was now extremely confused, seeing my reaction.
He looked under the convers, "Fuck. It's Joey's pet snake!"
I looked up from where I was curled up on the ground and saw Billie Joe lift the snake from the bed.
"I'll go put him back in his tank."
I nodded and watched as he left the room with the reptile. And after realizing I was cold, changed into my PJ's.
A few minutes later, Billie Joe sauntered back into the room. He climbed onto the bed, next to me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. It just scared me," I shivered. "I hate snakes."
"But you have to admitt... That was really funny," he started to laugh.
I stared at him, "Thanks Billie. I'll remember that the next time something bad like that happens to you."
"You do that," he said, still laughing slightly.
"I will."
"Okay, good."
I stared at him, "You're a loser."
"Be nice," he started to laugh again.
"See... You are a loser."
"Why am I a loser?" he looked down at me.
"You're laughing for absolutly no reason."
"No. I'm laughing at you," he said simply.
"Why are you laughing at me... Loser?" I sqeaked.
He glared at me before answering, "You were scared of the snake."
He started to laugh hysterically again.
"Loser," I mumbled under my breath. "And how would I not be scared? It was slithering up my leg."
I shivered again at the thought of it, "Snakes suck... Your balls."
Billie sighed, "That was nice, Becca."
"They would bite you and then you would get snake poisoning in your dick.."
"Eww! Stop, that's alot more than I want to think about right now," he paused for a second. "Snake poisoning? It's called venom."
"Whatever. You know what I ment," I shrugged.
He laughed again.
"Stop laughing! It's weird," I hit him 'up-side the head'.
"Ow! Why am I the loser?"
"We already went over this, Billie," I said dully.
He breathed in, "You are mean."
"No, I'm not."
"Yeah."
"No."
"Yes!"
"Shut up, Billie Joe," I clamped my hand over his mouth...
But he bit it.
"Shit! It bit me!" I exclaimed and took my hand away from his face.
He started laughing again.
"You. Are. Such. A. Loser."
After he finished laughing, he looked at me...
Only to start laughing again.
I stared at him with an amused look on my face, "There are no words to describe how weird you are."
He stopped and looked at me, "Meanie!"
"Freak."
"Leave me alone," he said and pouted.
"I will when you stop laughing."
He stopped pouting, "I did stop laughing!"
"Okay, good. Night," I said and pulled the covers up to my chin.
He stared at me with a 'what the fuck? ' look on his face.
"You have serious ADD," he shook his head as he layed down next to me. "But good night."
I let out a relieved sigh when I saw who it was.
He started laughing at my reaction, "I got you!"
"Shut up! That really wasn't funny. I thought someone was really gonna kill me, you stupid son of a bitch," I held my hand over my heart, breathing heavily.
It was Mark. A friend of mine who I worked with.
He was still laughing, "Sorry, I didn't think I would scare you that bad."
"Well you did. Just promise me you won't do it again," I smiled at him.
He held out his pinky finger, "I pinky promise."
I laughed and hooked my finger with his.
"So, how are you?" he asked.
"I'm good," I held up the plastic shopping bag. "Just getting some last minute breakfast... Whatever this stuff is."
"Toaster struddle? Getting in touch with our inner-child, are we?" he joked, seeing the box through the thin bag.
I smirked, "No. They are for my friend's kids."
"Ahh. A friend's kids? Why are you the one running out," he checked his watch. "At 9:30 at night?"
I rolled my eyes. It was just like Mark to drill you with questions 'til he got the answer he was looking for.
"I'm staying with him for the weekend and his boys wanted toaster struddle. I just thought I'd go out, I guess..."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Him? Has Rebecca Stevens finally found a boyfriend?"
"Shut up," I rolled my eyes again but couldn't help the sides of my lips from moving slightly upwards.
"What's his name? Do I know him?"
"Uh, his name is Billie... Joe. And, um, y-you might know him..." I scratched the back of my neck.
"I don't think I know anyone named Billie Joe," he thought for a second and chuckled. "Well except for that guy in Green Day."
I closed my eyes and slowly moved my head up and down, "Yup."
"Dude, that would be so cool if you were seeing Billie Joe Armstrong..." Mark said, more to himself than to me.
I laughed slightly, "Yeah. It definetly would."
After a second of silence, he looked at me, "I better go. I gotta get home. I'll talk to you on Monday."
I nodded and opened my car door, "Okay... Bye."
After he walked away, I got in my car and started towards Billie's house.
***
I walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer door. As I was putting the toaster struddle in it, a pair of warm arms wrapped around me from behind.
"You're home!"
Way to state the obvious, Bill, I thought.
I closed the freezer and turned around to face him.
"No way."
He ignored my sarcastic comment and closed the gap between our lips.
"I missed you."
"I was only gone for like, half an hour, Billie," I smiled at him.
He shook his head, "No. 45 minutes."
"Oh, my mistake."
He kissed me again and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me all the way up to the bedroom.
Once we got up there, he threw me onto the bed and crawled over me. And in what seemed like one, swift movement, we were both undressed and under the duvet.
"Are you sure we should do this while your kids are in the house?" I asked, my body resting lazily ontop of his.
He kissed me, "Don't worry about it. I garantee you neither of them are going to have the slightest clue as to what I'm gonna do to you."
I smiled and started to kiss him again. Suddenly, I felt something cold and smooth running up my leg.
I broke away from Billie Joe and looked at him, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he replied slowly. "What are you talking about?"
Whatever it was, was now almost to my ass. I lifted the covers and looked to see if I could find whatever it was.
Then, I saw it. It was a long, scaley snake. I shrieked and jumped off the bed, never being a huge fan of the creatures.
"What is it?" Billie was now extremely confused, seeing my reaction.
He looked under the convers, "Fuck. It's Joey's pet snake!"
I looked up from where I was curled up on the ground and saw Billie Joe lift the snake from the bed.
"I'll go put him back in his tank."
I nodded and watched as he left the room with the reptile. And after realizing I was cold, changed into my PJ's.
A few minutes later, Billie Joe sauntered back into the room. He climbed onto the bed, next to me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. It just scared me," I shivered. "I hate snakes."
"But you have to admitt... That was really funny," he started to laugh.
I stared at him, "Thanks Billie. I'll remember that the next time something bad like that happens to you."
"You do that," he said, still laughing slightly.
"I will."
"Okay, good."
I stared at him, "You're a loser."
"Be nice," he started to laugh again.
"See... You are a loser."
"Why am I a loser?" he looked down at me.
"You're laughing for absolutly no reason."
"No. I'm laughing at you," he said simply.
"Why are you laughing at me... Loser?" I sqeaked.
He glared at me before answering, "You were scared of the snake."
He started to laugh hysterically again.
"Loser," I mumbled under my breath. "And how would I not be scared? It was slithering up my leg."
I shivered again at the thought of it, "Snakes suck... Your balls."
Billie sighed, "That was nice, Becca."
"They would bite you and then you would get snake poisoning in your dick.."
"Eww! Stop, that's alot more than I want to think about right now," he paused for a second. "Snake poisoning? It's called venom."
"Whatever. You know what I ment," I shrugged.
He laughed again.
"Stop laughing! It's weird," I hit him 'up-side the head'.
"Ow! Why am I the loser?"
"We already went over this, Billie," I said dully.
He breathed in, "You are mean."
"No, I'm not."
"Yeah."
"No."
"Yes!"
"Shut up, Billie Joe," I clamped my hand over his mouth...
But he bit it.
"Shit! It bit me!" I exclaimed and took my hand away from his face.
He started laughing again.
"You. Are. Such. A. Loser."
After he finished laughing, he looked at me...
Only to start laughing again.
I stared at him with an amused look on my face, "There are no words to describe how weird you are."
He stopped and looked at me, "Meanie!"
"Freak."
"Leave me alone," he said and pouted.
"I will when you stop laughing."
He stopped pouting, "I did stop laughing!"
"Okay, good. Night," I said and pulled the covers up to my chin.
He stared at me with a 'what the fuck? ' look on his face.
"You have serious ADD," he shook his head as he layed down next to me. "But good night."
