Say Cheese!, chapter 3
"Yeah?" he replied, adjusting himself where he was sat, as he was about to fall off the bed.
I hesitated before replying.
"Doesn't matter." I sighed, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.
He nodded, sighing slightly. We had an awkward silence. I don't know why though, it's pretty confusing.
"I like your hair." he muttered after a few moments. I smiled.
"Thanks." I grinned, twirling a strand of my green hair around another finger. He smiled and I smiled back.
"Have you got a boyfriend?" he asked. Talk about randomness. I shook my head.
"Though, I did fancy someone."
He nodded, looking quite serious for some reason.
"Billie, are you alright?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Nothing, you just seem a bit, a bit funny."
He grinned.
"So, you're now officially Mike's baby sister."
I smirked back at him.
"Yeah. I'm dead proud. Wouldn't have liked to be anyone else's but his."
We both laughed.
"I got an idea."
"What?" he asked, looking almost scared at what the reply was going to be. I jumped off the bed and into Mike's room.
%Billie Joe's POV%
She jumped off the bed and ran off across the hall. I followed, just to make sure she didn't do anything stupid. By accident I mean. She seemed like he clumsy, funny, weird, though cute kinda type.
Just as I stepped foot in my best mates room, a really loud sound filled my ears. Yeah, you guessed it, the scream.
Cleo was jumping around on Mike's bed like some kind of freak, so I, being the really sane person I am, joined her.
We were jumping around for god knows how long, but after a while, she collapsed. Not like fainted or anything, just decided to sit down, so just collapsed. I stopped jumping and sat next to her.
"You okay?"
I saw her mouth 'what' back to me. The music was too loud. Smiling, I repeated what I'd just said.
"YOU OKAY?"
She shook her head, meaning that she couldn't hear me. Grinning, I leant over and turned the music off.
"I said, are you okay?"
"Oh yeah. I'm fine, just need a bit of a rest, that's all. Worn out." he replied, fanning herself with her hand to cool herself down. The next thing she said puzzled me.
"Wendy, I'm not in the mood. Go away. Maybe later."
I looked at her. She smiled back.
"Umm . . . Who's Wendy?"
"Oh, Wendy. She's my friend."
I looked at her, confused.
"She just happens to be invisible." she added, smirking. I nodded, smiling slightly. She really is worse than I thought.
"You see, when you live in a house with six other kids and a single parent and not one of them loves you, it really puts you down. So, Ta Da, that's where Wendy comes in. Solved all my problems. Well, maybe not all of them, but the one about me being lonely. I know, I know. If you wanna leave and never see me again, the doors over there. If you think I'm a freak, I'll show you the door. That's what everyone else has done. No-one usually comes within a few meters of me. They all think I'm a weirdo, a freak. A loser. I am.."
I felt so sorry for her. I could see she was on the verge of tears.
"Come here." I muttered as tears began to fall down her face. I pulled her into a hug. God, poor thing.
%Cleo's POV%
I was lying on Mike's bed, with my head on Billie's chest, bawling my guts out, again. He'd get sick of me sometime soon. They all do. Just treat you nice 'cos you're new. Even though I new he would, I still hoped he wouldn't. I was beginning to like it here. Mike was amazing. Billie Joe the same. I hoped they wouldn't hate me. But, still, it was gonna happen. Within a week. No kidding.
"Sorry." I sniffed, pulling away and sitting up.
He shook his head.
"Don't be. It's not your fault." he replied, smiling weakly. I wiped away a tear and smiled back.
"I'M BACK!" yelled a voice from downstairs. Mike. We heard him come up the stairs and walk into my room.
"Hello?" he asked, looking around my room.
"Mikey boy, we're in here." cried Billie Joe, waving in his direction, even though Mike couldn't see him.
"Oh. What you doing?" he asked, laying four pizza boxes down on the end of the bed.
"Well," I began, "First, we were dancing and listening to music... "
"Screaming." corrected Billie. I smiled.
"Okay, we were dancing and listening to screaming. Then I decided to take a break, and Billie joined me, then I got all emotional and then you came back."
"Oh, okay. You alright now?"
I nodded.
"Well, I'm hungry. Less chat. More eating!" cried Billie, grabbing one of the boxes, opening it and taking a slice. He took a bite, and was about to take another when I grabbed it off him and took a bite. He looked at me.
"Hey, that's my bit. Get your own."
"I would, but when it's someone else's, it tastes better."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." agreed Mike, grabbing Billie's slice, which was now mine, out of my hand and stuffing it in his mouth.
I looked offended.
"Right, I am now resigning from the position of baby sister, Michael. I am appalled." I cried, faking a posh English accent.
"Oh no. Cleo, here, have a new piece." he cried, passing me a new bit.
"No, you have it."
He shrugged and was about to eat it when I snatched it out of his grip.
He was about to protest, when I interrupted him.
"See, now it tastes better cos technically, it's not mine." I grinned, and started eating.
Within the hour, all the pizzas were gone.
"Well, I am officially stuffed." announced Mike, patting his stomach.
"Me too." agreed Billie.
"Me three."
Suddenly, my phone rang. Puzzled about who'd want to ring me, I pulled it out of my jeans pocket and read the screen. 'Tom calling'. I smiled.
"I'm just gonna get this." I muttered, excusing myself to my room. Mike nodded, still nibbling on the remains in the box, and Billie looked slightly confused, but then nodded as well.
I walked into my room and hit the answer button.
"Hello?"
"Hey, is this Cleo?"
"Sure is."
"It's Tom. How are you? Are they nice? Have you made friends?"
"I'm brilliant. They're really, really nice. I think I have, yeah."
"That's great babe. Have you got any brothers or sisters?"
"Yeah, as far as I know, I've got a brother who's the same age but a few days
older."
"What's he called?"
"Mike."
"Is he nice?"
"He's ace."
"Anyone else?"
"Well, he's got a friend called Billie Joe."
"Is he nice?"
"He's brilliant. Really genuine."
"You fancy him, don't you."
"No."
"Cleo, I am not stupid. It's like that time when we made out at that party and then you said that you didn't fancy me, but you, didn't you."
"That's different."
"Look, we'll have to meet up sometime. You'll have to show me you new brother
and your lurver."
"I don't fancy him."
"Whatever."
"Okay, maybe I do fancy Billie a little bit but . ."
%Billie Joe's POV%
Did I just hear right? Or is my mind playing tricks on me again? Did she just say (I quote) 'Okay, maybe I do fancy Billie a little bit'?
Right, all I'm doing is going to check she's okay. Make sure she hasn't got upset or anything. Then I get to her door and hear that. That's good. No it's not. Yes it is. Do I fancy her? Maybe I do. Hell, Billie, shut up, you've known the girl five minutes. Still, she's nice. Billie shut up. Shut up, shut up shut up!
Okay, calm. Deep breaths.
%Cleo's POV%
I finished my conversation with Tom, and hung up. Just before I did, the door creaked open and Billie Joe walked in. My heart almost stopped. Did he hear me? I hope not. But, I hope he did at the same time. He looked up from the floor and smiled at me. I blushed. Damn you, Cleo. Stop blushing. Okay, that made me blush even more. I probably look like a tomato right now.
"Umm . . . Did you hear me?" I stuttered. He bit his lip and nodded. Okay, this is the point where I'm supposed to die. The ground is supposed to open up and swallow me whole.
"Sorry." I muttered, hardly loud enough for him to hear. He blushed slightly, still biting his lip. I was startled when I heard Mike shout out from the other room.
I walked quite quickly past him, avoiding eye contact. He followed me. After entering Mike's room, my eyes settled on someone trying to climb out the window.
"Umm ... Mike . . . What exactly are you doing?" I asked, still trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Umm . . . Trying to climb out the window to clean the bricks?"
"No, he's trying to paint a watercolor of the opposite side of the street." butted in Billie Joe. I grinned.
"Actually, children, I am trying to see into next door's bedroom." corrected Mike.
I frowned.
"Mike, I'll just let you know how paedophilic you just sounded then." I began.
"Very." finished Billie Joe.
"Well, I can't reach, so . . . Step back . . . I'm getting out."
We both stepped back as Mike tried ( and failed) to get back into his room.
"Right, Billie, what's plan B?" Billie furrowed his eyebrows.
"I thought we were going onto plan M?"
"Okay, plan M. What is it?"
"Scream very loudly so someone will call the police and come and arrest us."
I smirked.
"Okay, maybe not. Is there a plan N?"
"Yes, we just push you out."
"No . . . don't you dare . . ." began Mike. Unfortunately, me and Billie had already ran up to his ass and pushed. Mike made a really funny sound; kinda like a cross between a scream, shout, laugh and cry. Amazing I know. When he finally unwedged him self from in between the two window frames, he went hurtling towards the ground, which just happened to be concrete. Then there was another loud noise, somewhere between a groan and the thud when something breakable hits something really hard. I gasped, running over to the window and looking out. Fortunately, the sight that greeted me wasn't as horrific as I'd thought. Mike was sat grasping his leg, on the concrete, holding his middle finger in the air in mine and Billie Joe's direction. Smiling, I shouted down to him.
"Ooopppps!"
His eyes met mine and he gave me the evils. I smiled, as Billie Joe's head appeared next to mine.
"Have a nice trip?" Mike gave him the finger.
"Fine, see ya next fall!" That sure is one lame joke.
"Guys. No offence, but my leg is gonna fall off any minute now, and you're stood there thinking of lame gags. Maybe a little help?" I smiled.
"Sure, big bro. Be down any minute now."
With that, I jumped off the bed, ran into my room, pulled on my 'Ramones' hoody and ran outside. Sure enough, Mike had not moved an inch from the spot I'd last seen him in. Bending down next to him and touching his leg, he cried out in pain.
"Well, my diagnosis is that it's broken. We should get you to hospital." I muttered, biting my lip.
%Billie Joe's POV%
I followed Cleo downstairs and out the front door. When I arrived, she was bent down next to him, and it looked like she was trying to pull his leg off, as Mike was screaming in pain. Grinning, I joined them.
"Come on now, Doctor Cleo, I think Mr Mike has had enough treatment. A sane doctor wouldn't go a miss."
She sighed, standing up as Mike gripped his leg again.
"How far's the hospital away?" she asked, hands on hips.
"I dunno. About half and hour."
"Well, you grab his feet, I'll get his shoulders, then we'll walk. Should be able to make it by half ten."
"Half an hour in like, a really fast car." I corrected, smirking at her. She looked at me sighed, then her eyes drifted to my left and a large grin began to appear on her face.
"What?"
I turned around to see a small, sparkly, pink electric scooter. It took me a few moments to realize what she was thinking.
I suppose we would have looked a little silly, three of us, on a sparkly, pink scooter, riding through the park. I was, of course, driving, with Cleo on my back and Mike sat in the tiny basket a the front. We did get a few funny looks from the people out at half ten at night, but, hey, what d'you expect.
"Hey Mike?" yelled Cleo, as we turned a corner, leaving the park.
"What!" cried Mike back.
"Why the hell did you have a pink scooter anyway?"
"I dunno. Maybe sometimes I felt like a ride."
At that, I had a laughing fit, driving the scooter into a tree. Mike let out this girly scream, grasping his leg, rocking. I managed to pick the scooter up and put him back in the basket.
Within the hour, we were at A&E.
"Michael Pritchard?" said a young nurse, walking into the waiting room. She had a wheelchair.
Mike raised his hand, and she came over and wheeled him off somewhere, as Mike was in a bit of a mood with us.
That just left me and Cleo.
"I need to take a leak." I muttered, standing up and walking off to the little boys room.
%Cleo's POV%
He got up and walked off to the loo's, hands in his pockets. I sighed, then had a wonderful idea. I watched him go in, then waited a few moments. Then, I got up and followed him. I mean, it's not every day that you go into a mens toilet, well, obviously, it is if you're a man, but, hey! I quickly observed the room, and noticed smoke coming from one of the cubicles. That Must be him I thought, unless, wait, you don't wanna know. I went to the cubicle next to his and stood on the toilet seat. Standing on my tiptoes, I could just see over the top of the wall. Sure enough, I saw the top of his head. Bending down for impact, then I straightened my legs out, making myself go flying over the wall.
I opened my eyes to see where I was. I was greeted by a pair of green eyes. Billie.
"Cleo? What the hell was that?"
"Tada." I muttered, beginning to smile. He had a joint hanging out the side of his mouth.
"Can I have some?"
He nodded, passing me it. I took a drag.
"Mmmm."
Between us, we finished it within a few minutes. I was still sat on his knee for no apparent reason. I jumped up and went to unlock the door. Pulling the lock, it wouldn't move.
"Umm . . . Billie, I hate to tell you this, but we're stuck."
"Whatever."
"No seriously."
He got up and pulled it himself.
"Shit."
So that left me and Billie. Alone. Together. In an enclosed space.
I hesitated before replying.
"Doesn't matter." I sighed, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.
He nodded, sighing slightly. We had an awkward silence. I don't know why though, it's pretty confusing.
"I like your hair." he muttered after a few moments. I smiled.
"Thanks." I grinned, twirling a strand of my green hair around another finger. He smiled and I smiled back.
"Have you got a boyfriend?" he asked. Talk about randomness. I shook my head.
"Though, I did fancy someone."
He nodded, looking quite serious for some reason.
"Billie, are you alright?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Nothing, you just seem a bit, a bit funny."
He grinned.
"So, you're now officially Mike's baby sister."
I smirked back at him.
"Yeah. I'm dead proud. Wouldn't have liked to be anyone else's but his."
We both laughed.
"I got an idea."
"What?" he asked, looking almost scared at what the reply was going to be. I jumped off the bed and into Mike's room.
%Billie Joe's POV%
She jumped off the bed and ran off across the hall. I followed, just to make sure she didn't do anything stupid. By accident I mean. She seemed like he clumsy, funny, weird, though cute kinda type.
Just as I stepped foot in my best mates room, a really loud sound filled my ears. Yeah, you guessed it, the scream.
Cleo was jumping around on Mike's bed like some kind of freak, so I, being the really sane person I am, joined her.
We were jumping around for god knows how long, but after a while, she collapsed. Not like fainted or anything, just decided to sit down, so just collapsed. I stopped jumping and sat next to her.
"You okay?"
I saw her mouth 'what' back to me. The music was too loud. Smiling, I repeated what I'd just said.
"YOU OKAY?"
She shook her head, meaning that she couldn't hear me. Grinning, I leant over and turned the music off.
"I said, are you okay?"
"Oh yeah. I'm fine, just need a bit of a rest, that's all. Worn out." he replied, fanning herself with her hand to cool herself down. The next thing she said puzzled me.
"Wendy, I'm not in the mood. Go away. Maybe later."
I looked at her. She smiled back.
"Umm . . . Who's Wendy?"
"Oh, Wendy. She's my friend."
I looked at her, confused.
"She just happens to be invisible." she added, smirking. I nodded, smiling slightly. She really is worse than I thought.
"You see, when you live in a house with six other kids and a single parent and not one of them loves you, it really puts you down. So, Ta Da, that's where Wendy comes in. Solved all my problems. Well, maybe not all of them, but the one about me being lonely. I know, I know. If you wanna leave and never see me again, the doors over there. If you think I'm a freak, I'll show you the door. That's what everyone else has done. No-one usually comes within a few meters of me. They all think I'm a weirdo, a freak. A loser. I am.."
I felt so sorry for her. I could see she was on the verge of tears.
"Come here." I muttered as tears began to fall down her face. I pulled her into a hug. God, poor thing.
%Cleo's POV%
I was lying on Mike's bed, with my head on Billie's chest, bawling my guts out, again. He'd get sick of me sometime soon. They all do. Just treat you nice 'cos you're new. Even though I new he would, I still hoped he wouldn't. I was beginning to like it here. Mike was amazing. Billie Joe the same. I hoped they wouldn't hate me. But, still, it was gonna happen. Within a week. No kidding.
"Sorry." I sniffed, pulling away and sitting up.
He shook his head.
"Don't be. It's not your fault." he replied, smiling weakly. I wiped away a tear and smiled back.
"I'M BACK!" yelled a voice from downstairs. Mike. We heard him come up the stairs and walk into my room.
"Hello?" he asked, looking around my room.
"Mikey boy, we're in here." cried Billie Joe, waving in his direction, even though Mike couldn't see him.
"Oh. What you doing?" he asked, laying four pizza boxes down on the end of the bed.
"Well," I began, "First, we were dancing and listening to music... "
"Screaming." corrected Billie. I smiled.
"Okay, we were dancing and listening to screaming. Then I decided to take a break, and Billie joined me, then I got all emotional and then you came back."
"Oh, okay. You alright now?"
I nodded.
"Well, I'm hungry. Less chat. More eating!" cried Billie, grabbing one of the boxes, opening it and taking a slice. He took a bite, and was about to take another when I grabbed it off him and took a bite. He looked at me.
"Hey, that's my bit. Get your own."
"I would, but when it's someone else's, it tastes better."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." agreed Mike, grabbing Billie's slice, which was now mine, out of my hand and stuffing it in his mouth.
I looked offended.
"Right, I am now resigning from the position of baby sister, Michael. I am appalled." I cried, faking a posh English accent.
"Oh no. Cleo, here, have a new piece." he cried, passing me a new bit.
"No, you have it."
He shrugged and was about to eat it when I snatched it out of his grip.
He was about to protest, when I interrupted him.
"See, now it tastes better cos technically, it's not mine." I grinned, and started eating.
Within the hour, all the pizzas were gone.
"Well, I am officially stuffed." announced Mike, patting his stomach.
"Me too." agreed Billie.
"Me three."
Suddenly, my phone rang. Puzzled about who'd want to ring me, I pulled it out of my jeans pocket and read the screen. 'Tom calling'. I smiled.
"I'm just gonna get this." I muttered, excusing myself to my room. Mike nodded, still nibbling on the remains in the box, and Billie looked slightly confused, but then nodded as well.
I walked into my room and hit the answer button.
"Hello?"
"Hey, is this Cleo?"
"Sure is."
"It's Tom. How are you? Are they nice? Have you made friends?"
"I'm brilliant. They're really, really nice. I think I have, yeah."
"That's great babe. Have you got any brothers or sisters?"
"Yeah, as far as I know, I've got a brother who's the same age but a few days
older."
"What's he called?"
"Mike."
"Is he nice?"
"He's ace."
"Anyone else?"
"Well, he's got a friend called Billie Joe."
"Is he nice?"
"He's brilliant. Really genuine."
"You fancy him, don't you."
"No."
"Cleo, I am not stupid. It's like that time when we made out at that party and then you said that you didn't fancy me, but you, didn't you."
"That's different."
"Look, we'll have to meet up sometime. You'll have to show me you new brother
and your lurver."
"I don't fancy him."
"Whatever."
"Okay, maybe I do fancy Billie a little bit but . ."
%Billie Joe's POV%
Did I just hear right? Or is my mind playing tricks on me again? Did she just say (I quote) 'Okay, maybe I do fancy Billie a little bit'?
Right, all I'm doing is going to check she's okay. Make sure she hasn't got upset or anything. Then I get to her door and hear that. That's good. No it's not. Yes it is. Do I fancy her? Maybe I do. Hell, Billie, shut up, you've known the girl five minutes. Still, she's nice. Billie shut up. Shut up, shut up shut up!
Okay, calm. Deep breaths.
%Cleo's POV%
I finished my conversation with Tom, and hung up. Just before I did, the door creaked open and Billie Joe walked in. My heart almost stopped. Did he hear me? I hope not. But, I hope he did at the same time. He looked up from the floor and smiled at me. I blushed. Damn you, Cleo. Stop blushing. Okay, that made me blush even more. I probably look like a tomato right now.
"Umm . . . Did you hear me?" I stuttered. He bit his lip and nodded. Okay, this is the point where I'm supposed to die. The ground is supposed to open up and swallow me whole.
"Sorry." I muttered, hardly loud enough for him to hear. He blushed slightly, still biting his lip. I was startled when I heard Mike shout out from the other room.
I walked quite quickly past him, avoiding eye contact. He followed me. After entering Mike's room, my eyes settled on someone trying to climb out the window.
"Umm ... Mike . . . What exactly are you doing?" I asked, still trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Umm . . . Trying to climb out the window to clean the bricks?"
"No, he's trying to paint a watercolor of the opposite side of the street." butted in Billie Joe. I grinned.
"Actually, children, I am trying to see into next door's bedroom." corrected Mike.
I frowned.
"Mike, I'll just let you know how paedophilic you just sounded then." I began.
"Very." finished Billie Joe.
"Well, I can't reach, so . . . Step back . . . I'm getting out."
We both stepped back as Mike tried ( and failed) to get back into his room.
"Right, Billie, what's plan B?" Billie furrowed his eyebrows.
"I thought we were going onto plan M?"
"Okay, plan M. What is it?"
"Scream very loudly so someone will call the police and come and arrest us."
I smirked.
"Okay, maybe not. Is there a plan N?"
"Yes, we just push you out."
"No . . . don't you dare . . ." began Mike. Unfortunately, me and Billie had already ran up to his ass and pushed. Mike made a really funny sound; kinda like a cross between a scream, shout, laugh and cry. Amazing I know. When he finally unwedged him self from in between the two window frames, he went hurtling towards the ground, which just happened to be concrete. Then there was another loud noise, somewhere between a groan and the thud when something breakable hits something really hard. I gasped, running over to the window and looking out. Fortunately, the sight that greeted me wasn't as horrific as I'd thought. Mike was sat grasping his leg, on the concrete, holding his middle finger in the air in mine and Billie Joe's direction. Smiling, I shouted down to him.
"Ooopppps!"
His eyes met mine and he gave me the evils. I smiled, as Billie Joe's head appeared next to mine.
"Have a nice trip?" Mike gave him the finger.
"Fine, see ya next fall!" That sure is one lame joke.
"Guys. No offence, but my leg is gonna fall off any minute now, and you're stood there thinking of lame gags. Maybe a little help?" I smiled.
"Sure, big bro. Be down any minute now."
With that, I jumped off the bed, ran into my room, pulled on my 'Ramones' hoody and ran outside. Sure enough, Mike had not moved an inch from the spot I'd last seen him in. Bending down next to him and touching his leg, he cried out in pain.
"Well, my diagnosis is that it's broken. We should get you to hospital." I muttered, biting my lip.
%Billie Joe's POV%
I followed Cleo downstairs and out the front door. When I arrived, she was bent down next to him, and it looked like she was trying to pull his leg off, as Mike was screaming in pain. Grinning, I joined them.
"Come on now, Doctor Cleo, I think Mr Mike has had enough treatment. A sane doctor wouldn't go a miss."
She sighed, standing up as Mike gripped his leg again.
"How far's the hospital away?" she asked, hands on hips.
"I dunno. About half and hour."
"Well, you grab his feet, I'll get his shoulders, then we'll walk. Should be able to make it by half ten."
"Half an hour in like, a really fast car." I corrected, smirking at her. She looked at me sighed, then her eyes drifted to my left and a large grin began to appear on her face.
"What?"
I turned around to see a small, sparkly, pink electric scooter. It took me a few moments to realize what she was thinking.
I suppose we would have looked a little silly, three of us, on a sparkly, pink scooter, riding through the park. I was, of course, driving, with Cleo on my back and Mike sat in the tiny basket a the front. We did get a few funny looks from the people out at half ten at night, but, hey, what d'you expect.
"Hey Mike?" yelled Cleo, as we turned a corner, leaving the park.
"What!" cried Mike back.
"Why the hell did you have a pink scooter anyway?"
"I dunno. Maybe sometimes I felt like a ride."
At that, I had a laughing fit, driving the scooter into a tree. Mike let out this girly scream, grasping his leg, rocking. I managed to pick the scooter up and put him back in the basket.
Within the hour, we were at A&E.
"Michael Pritchard?" said a young nurse, walking into the waiting room. She had a wheelchair.
Mike raised his hand, and she came over and wheeled him off somewhere, as Mike was in a bit of a mood with us.
That just left me and Cleo.
"I need to take a leak." I muttered, standing up and walking off to the little boys room.
%Cleo's POV%
He got up and walked off to the loo's, hands in his pockets. I sighed, then had a wonderful idea. I watched him go in, then waited a few moments. Then, I got up and followed him. I mean, it's not every day that you go into a mens toilet, well, obviously, it is if you're a man, but, hey! I quickly observed the room, and noticed smoke coming from one of the cubicles. That Must be him I thought, unless, wait, you don't wanna know. I went to the cubicle next to his and stood on the toilet seat. Standing on my tiptoes, I could just see over the top of the wall. Sure enough, I saw the top of his head. Bending down for impact, then I straightened my legs out, making myself go flying over the wall.
I opened my eyes to see where I was. I was greeted by a pair of green eyes. Billie.
"Cleo? What the hell was that?"
"Tada." I muttered, beginning to smile. He had a joint hanging out the side of his mouth.
"Can I have some?"
He nodded, passing me it. I took a drag.
"Mmmm."
Between us, we finished it within a few minutes. I was still sat on his knee for no apparent reason. I jumped up and went to unlock the door. Pulling the lock, it wouldn't move.
"Umm . . . Billie, I hate to tell you this, but we're stuck."
"Whatever."
"No seriously."
He got up and pulled it himself.
"Shit."
So that left me and Billie. Alone. Together. In an enclosed space.
