We Meet Again, chapter 13

I woke up still on the couch in Billie's arms. I shifted slightly, causing him to awake.

"Why is it so bright?" he groaned and shielded his eyes with his arm.

"We aren't in The Dungeon," I joked, referring to his bedroom as 'The Dungeon' because of the silk curtains always being closed.

He lifted his head and squinted his eyes while glancing around the sun lite room.

"Oh, yeah."

He dropped his head back on the small cushion.

Realizing that he looked depressed, I hugged him a little tighter. He looked down at me, the side of his mouth rising the tiniest bit.

His mood changing a little, he said, "You know, when you lay on top of me like this, my libido goes up."

I looked up at him, my eyes widening, "Mmkay, good to know,Billie."

"Damn, I was hoping you'd screw me," he pouted.

I sat up, straddling his hips.

A smile spread across his face, "Yay!"

"Why're you so happy? You ain't gettingany," I teased.

He started to pout again as I climbed off of him, "Please?"

I laughed lightly, "Maybe later."

He frowned, "Fine."

***

It had been a week since the night Adrienne told Billie Joe that they were moving to Minnosota. It was the day before they would be leaving, in fact. Billie Joe was coming over after he spent some time with Joey and Jakob.

Finally, after much anticipation, the doorbell rang. I opened the front door and smiled at Billie Joe who was standing on the other side.

"Hi," I said as I stepped aside to let him in.

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips, "How you doin'?"

I closed the door, "Fine, So, how'd it go?"

He shrugged, "Not so good. I wish they weren't leaving."

I gave him a sympathetic look, "Yeah,it sucks."

He looked down, "They were mad at me."

"Why?"

He shrugged again, "I don't know. They wouldn't talk to me."

I frowned and slowly wrapped my arms around him, "I'm so sorry, Billie."

"Me too."

***

Billie Joe's arm slung lazily around my body as we chilled on the couch and watched Spongebob Squarepants, which I am proud to say is one of my favorite television shows.

Billie smirked at something dumb that Patrick had said.

I pointed to the TV and said, "He reminds me of you. Stupid but lovable."

"I don't know if I should be insulted or flattered."

"Both," I decided.

Suddenly, I felt the overwhelming urge to sneeze. I leaned forward, and without putting my hands to my face, sneezed.

"Groooss!"

I sat back.

Confused, I asked, "What?"

"You got snot all over my hand," he mumbled.

"Sorry," I said inoccently and uselessly tried to wipe it off.

A smile formed on Billie's lips as he lifted his hand, the hand that I blew my boogers all over, and pointed it at the television screen, "Sandy Squirrel reminds me of you."

I giggled, "How so?"

"She's cute but dangerous."

***

"Should I dye my hair blonde?" Billie Joe asked later that night while we tried to cook dinner for ourselves.

"Uhm...I don't know. Are you planning on it?"

"Well, kinda. I've been thinking it would be a nice change. Also, getting rid of that whole 'black-shirt-red-tie' persona, you know?"

I didn't answer. I was too busy focusing on the chicken I was trying to cook in the pan. The hot oil kept spitting at me.

"Oww, damnit! This stupid chicken keeps popping me," I whined whilst rubbing my hand over the little sores on my arms.

"How does chicken pop you?"

I rolled my eyes at his perverted comment, "Shut up. I didn't mean it like that."

The smug look on his face told me that he clearly enjoyed toying with me, "Then what did you mean?"

"The oil. It keeps, like, spitting at me," I said.

I quickly turned the poultry over using a spatula and jumped back.

He laughed, "Well that's what you should have said in the first place."

"If you didn't have a dirty little mind I wouldn't have had to say that in the first place, perv boy."

"True dat, true dat," came his responce.

I sighed "Stop acting ghetto, Bill."

"Whatchoo talkin' 'bout, homie?" he continued to act like the truely pathetic person he is.

Then, the phone rang.

"Billie, please answer that. And talk normally," I couldn't stress the word enough.

"Dun worry 'bout dat. I will speak like muh true self!"

And without further hesitation, he ran to the phone.

"Waz crackin', dogg?"

I slapped my hand to my forhead and sighed, wishing I had never let him answer the damn phone.

Billie Joe Armstrong is a complete idiot I thought to myself and shook my head.

"Aww, yup! Becca's wight hee," he handed me the phone with a stupid smile.

"Thank you," I mumbled sarcasticlly.

"No prob, biznitch."

I rolled my eyes and pressed my ear to the reciever, "Hello?"

"Becca? Who was that?" my confused Mom's voice lingered in my ear.

"Oh...uhm...do you remember Billie Joe?" I said and slapped him with a dish towel. He let out a yelp and started to pout.

After thinking carefully for a moment she said, "Yes! Oh, my goodness...what a trouble maker!" she laughed and sighed, "Well, what about him?"

I smiled, stifling a laugh. Billie Joe definetly was, if anything, a 'trouble maker'.

"That was him who answered the phone. Acting like the fool he is."

I heard my Mother gasp, "Oh, my! I haven't seen him in years!"

I looked over at Billie. Who is it? he mouthed.

"One second," I said into the phone and pressed it up against my shoulder.

"It's my Mom," Billie's eyes widened, "I told you you shouldn't have answered the phone like that."

"Oops."

I smiled and shook my head while placing the phone back to my ear, "So why'd you call?"

"I just wanted to see how you were doing and tell you that Dan is coming to Oakland on Tuesday. He'll be staying for 2 weeks, blah, blah, blah..."

I didn't hear the rest. For that moment, I was incapable of doing anything but just standing there.

Billie Joe must've seen the horrified expression on my face; he placed his hand on my arm and gave me a concerned look.

It felt as if my whole world crumbled to pieces around me.

My safe, stable world.