It's Not As Easy As It Looks, chapter 14
I sighed as my closed my eyes looking in the mirror, my face had lost all pigmentation, I was grey and I looked like shit. I flushed the toilet and wiped my mouth with toilet paper, I threw it in the waste bin and gargled some tap water.
"You feeling any better?" Billie shouted from the living room, I groaned, of course I wasn't better, it was 3 pm and I had been practically glued to the toilet throwing up my guts, I'm pretty sure there was nothing left in there.
"I'm not having any more drinks" I stumbled into the living room and shook my head.
"No I'm not any better dumbass," I smirked sitting next to him.
"I bet I smell of puke."
"Hardly you've took about 15 showers."
"Because the smell of puke makes me sick again..fuck, I hate being sick."
"Mhm," Billie nodded in agreement.
"I'm so glad I have a good alcohol tolerance..unlike you"
"Thanks." I rolled my eyes and playfully hit him.
"Be nice, I'm ILL!" Billie laughed and got off the couch.
"You hungry ill?"
"What?" Not getting what he was playing at.
"I said...are you hungry ill?"
"Er..no, I feel sick still"
"So? You have nothing in your stomach."
"If I have anything I'll just throw it back up."
"Oookay then."
"Why did you call me ill?"
"Well you said you were ill..."
"Ohh," I said narrowing my eyes at the older man.
"Pathetic." He walked off into the small kitchen in the suite as I yawned and stretched out, I lay down on the couch and sighed.
"Why is it that when I get pissed with you lot, something always happens to me."
"Err." Billie Joe projected from the kitchen.
"'Cause it just does?" I rolled my eyes, he was SO smart. He came back in with a packet of crisps and a chocolate bar, I groaned and lay on my stomach.
"Go to sleep, you might feel better when you wake up"
"Yeah, I suppose," I said and walked into the tiny bedroom, I fell asleep as soon as I hit the pillow, letting my light snores fill the room.
***
"Don't tell me to shut up!" I groaned, grabbing the pillow and putting over my head to drown out the voices.
"Tré, get your ass back in here!" Mike shouted, I heard the door slam twice, I winced both times, peering over my blanket to see Billie standing there with an oblivious face. He turned to look at me and smiled when he saw me awake.
"What the hell?" I croaked, Billie walked into the bedroom and sat down on the end of the bed.
"Tré was goofing around, Mike told him to shut up before he woke you up, because he has a hangover so he knows you have one that's way worse, then Tré decided to act like a fucking dick and shout really loud, then Mike and Tré started arguing, then Tré..stormed out" I snorted, getting out of the bed with the crack of my back.
"What weaners"
"Weaners?" I nodded, grinning like an idiot.
"Yeh, weaners, ya know?"
"Uh..Yeh" Billie narrowed his eyebrows, then rubbed his forehead.
"Today has been Soo boring"
"What time is it?"
"Like 7 or so," I whimpered, not liking this day anymore.
"Grr. Can't this day just be over?"
"Do you feel sick anymore?"
"Nah not really...but I am realllllly hungry."
"What do ya want?"
"Hmm..pasta."
"How do you expect me to get that?"
"I don't, you just asked...I'll go to the shops, bound to be something in L.A that sells pasta."
"I'll go with you."
"Ok Mr. Bodyguard." After awhile of waiting for Billie to leave so I could get changed, I rolled my eyes and pushed him off the bed.
"Leave you perv!" I pointed outside and Billie laughed, I rolled my eyes once again before shutting the door, muttering 'men' under my breath and going to my suitcase to get changed. I never unpack because I hate re-packing.
So we left the hotel, leaving Mike and Tré bickering in the hall, and set off to find a local shop to buy some..pasta. It was just another craving I had.
We finally got to a convenient store and I changed my mind, I packed the trolly full of junk food whilst Billie looked at me raising his eye brow cautiously.
"Er...should I even ask?"
"I feel like pigging out, I have nothing left in my stomach and pasta is boring now."
"Right"
"I hope I have enough money," I mumbled, fiddling with my purse and seeing I had a 20 dollar note.
"Eh...let's pray," Billie sighed as we got to the till, all my junk food came too 30 dollars something, I huffed, luckily Billie brought his money and lent me it, meaning I'd give it him back once I got back to the hotel and got my money from my suitcase.
"Thanks." I smiled at Billie as I payed the cashier, we walked out the shops and Billie offered to carry the bags, I shook my head and walked on, we got back and I heaved the bags down onto the table.
"Well I think that's enough sugary food to last the week."
"Er...to feed the country more like."
"Well..I could eat for the country," I laughed and grabbed some Oreo's from the bag.
"Time to eat till my stomach explodes."
"Can I help?" Billie smirked, I nodded and he grabbed some sweets, we both sat down on the couch, munching away at the food when a knock on the door made me jumped. I sighed, walking up to the door and opening it.
"God Mike is such a bitch!" Tré moaned walking into the room.
"Er...hello?"
"Can I stay here? I'll sleep on the couch."
"I sleep on the couch..." I stated as Billie raised his eyebrow.
"What's wrong with the bed?"
"Eh...you sleep in it?"
"Oh," he said sitting down again.
"Well...the floor! Hell I'll sleep with Billie, ya see, sharing a room with Mike and Brittney is a no no, they have both kicked me out!"
"Why? Why did I even bother asking?!"
"They said I'm annoying."
"I wonder why..." I said with a sarcastic tone.
"I don't know, please? Pretty please?!"
"Can't you apologise?"
"Hell no!" I rolled my eyes and looked to Billie.
"Fine, sleep on the couch...I'll...sleep in the bed."
"Oh my god! Thank you!" he said jumping on me, sending me flying to the floor.
"Get off me!" I yelled pushing him up so I could breath.
"Weirdo."
"Freak," I gasped and put my hand where my heart should be.
"Ouch, that really hurt."
"Yeah, it should have."
"Be careful or I'll make you sleep with Billie" He squealed like a little girl and kept quiet.
"I'm gonna explore the town bye!" On his way out, he cooed 'oh sweets!', took a handful and ran out the door.
"My sweets!" I narrowed my eyes and sighed.
"Evil" I muttered and looked to Billie.
"Howdy."
"Er. Hi." Billie waved nervously before turning on the Tv.
"WAIT!" I shouted, Billie stopped flicking through the channels.
"2 down" He flicked it twice down and his own face appeared on screen.
"Ah, no way!" He changed it back over and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Fine." After 2 hours, the sun had finally set and it was 10 pm.
"Where's Tré?"
"Don't know. Don't care"
"You're so kind."
"Yeh yeh."
"So..."
"Hmm" I thought, trying to get a conversation started.
"So, what did you do on the last day of college?"
"Uh...nothing."
"Seriously?"
"I partied.."
"Did you get drunk? Stoned?"
"Sorta."
"Oh your life is so exciting." Billie rolled his eyes and I snorted.
"Yup." More silence. God this was boring.
"So...we going home in the morning?"
"Yes, then getting on a plane to England straight after."
"Ugh...just great," I sighed, rubbing my eyes and yawning.
"I'm going to pretend I have jet lag and go to bed early," I laughed as Billie went into the bedroom and shut the door.
"Eh...I kinda have a hangover...and I'm really bored..." I mumbled and went to the bedroom door, I knocked quietly as Billie opened it just in his boxers, he blushed as I smirked.
"I'm tired..."
"Oh."
***
I was poked awake, I snapped my hand and slapped Billie's finger away.
"Leave me alone," I cried nuzzling my head back into the pillow.
"We have to leave if now if ya wanna get to England."
"Sure do," I sighed sitting up straight, I got changed and made sure I hadn't left anything in the hotel room, me, Billie and Tré left and met Mike and Brittany outside.
"What took so long?!"
"Girls," Billie giggled as he hopped into the massive car waiting for us, I left my luggage for the driver to put in and hopped in, sitting next to Billie Joe. All through the drive I tried to get to sleep, but Tré was once again being way to load so I decided to stay up and just watch his stupidity. After a 4 ½ hour drive back to Oakland we reached Billie's house, where I had left my luggage for the week in England, I swopped the suitcases and Billie grabbed his, we stepped back in the car, dropping Mike, Tré and Brittany off, I decided I wanted to see Haushinka who was staying in the Cater. After that the driver took us to Oakland's airport, where we went through the usual measures and everything, we got on the plane and sat on our seats. Great. A row of fucking 3. I called window, so Billie was going to be stuck with someone sitting next to him. After 5 minutes the plane was full and a teenage girl was sitting next to Billie Joe, blasting her iPod on full blast, I looked to Billie and smiled at his face, he shook his head and sunk in his seat.
"I hate flying," I mumbled, Billie Joe's ears perked up as he turned to face me.
"Hmm?"
"I hate flying, it's not that I'm scared, it's just really boring."
"Yeh."
"Last time I went on a plane they had a movie playing."
"Which one?"
"I can't remember, I was 15."
"10 years ago...? Pfft."
"What? I can't remember last week," I laughed as me and Billie chatted for awhile. Soon after something in my brain sparked as I remembered something from two nights ago, Billie Joe hesitated, before placing a hand on the side of my cheek, pressing his lips to mine softly. My eyes widened...why did I forget? How could I forget?!
"Uh Billie..?"
"Yeah?"
"About...ya know, at the Grammies? What was that about?"
"Uh, us winning?"
"I mean...the kiss," I said quietly, blushing.
"Oh."
"We-"
"Would you like some tea? Or something?"
"Er, I'll have a coffee please." Whilst Billie told them his order, I sighed and went back to staring out the window, I heard a scream and quickly turned my head back around.
"I'm so sorry!" The air hostess cried as the teenagers face went a violent shade of red.
"Oh my God! You bunch of freaks!" She stormed off to the toilets dripping of hot coffee, leaving me rather confused, Billie turned to face me, holding in a laugh.
"So..as you were saying?"
"Oh Yeh I-"
"Crew be prepared for landing, passengers please sit back down in your seats, turn off all electricity equipment including cell phones, pagers, laptops and CD players, please fasten your seat belts and make sure your tables are packed away and locked, please make sure all compartments above your head are locked and please be ready for landing in Birmingham airport, the wind is quite strong so we may experience some turbulence, the temperature in Birmingham is a cold 9 Celsius, it is fairly cloudy and drizzling, I don't think we will be seeing the some anytime soon today" I groaned listening to the pilot of the air plane, giving up totally on Billie Joe and looking out the window to find us getting closer to land. To home. Once the plane had landed I looked out the window then to Billie.
"We're here..and it's raining"
"Good old Birmingham" I laughed as I un did my seat belt and got out of my chair, my back cracked a few times as I stumbled off the plane.
"The most fun part of the journey...collecting your luggage" I sighed, Billie shrugged as we walked into a small room where we stood in a line ready to show our passports, we got through..of course and headed to where our luggage was being departed to, Billie Joe managed to pick up both our suitcases, luckily none had been lost or misplaced.
"So...what ya wanna do first? I mean I don't want to go home straight away."
"Your old place maybe? Or a tour of Cannock?"
"Er...if you want, it's not that great though," I laughed as we walked out the doors and into the coldness of England, the cab was waiting for us like we had hoped, we put our luggage away and hopped in the back.
"So..are you over here for a holiday?" The cab driver asked, looking in the rear view mirror.
"Yeh sorta," I laughed and looked away.
"Leaving where...California did you say?"
"Yep."
"And coming to Cannock, it's a big leap."
"I used to live here...just visiting friends."
"Oh," the cab driver replied, for the rest of the journey me and Billie just simply fell asleep in the cab, the driver was boring us too much and jet lag is a bitch, after the 45 minute journey from Birmingham to Cannock, we finally got to my shitty home town. The taxi driver dropped us off at my old house, I payed the man as Billie went to get our suitcases, the cab driver drove off as I plucked my old home keys out of my jacket and placed them into my door.
I looked back to Billie who was dragging both of our suitcases behind, I left the door open for him and closed it, I turned and around and cried out.
Oh no.
The house had been trashed, my TV, my radio..my clothes for some reason, were all gone.
"DAMMIT!" I yelled at the top of my voice.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck." I scratched my cheek, shaking my head.
"Just great, come on, let's go."
"Where we gonna stay?"
"Jaz's place."
"Okie dokey," he smiled as he continued to drag our suitcases out the door.
"It's not a long walk. I can't stay there. Fuck, why would someone do that?" I felt my eyes sting with tears as I just carried on walking down the road.
***
Knocking on the door to a familiar house, I wiped my self down and put on a rather fake smile. Jasmine opened her door and screamed.
"Oh my God! Get in here!" she shouted. As I glanced to Billie, raising my eyebrow. He shrugged and we walked inside, I sat on her couch and sighed.
"My house is trashed, can we stay here for a week?" I laughed nervously as she narrowed her eyebrows.
"You leave without saying good bye, live in America, come home and want me to give you a place to say?" I bowed my head and sighed.
"I'm so sorry...I just forgot all my morals when I ran."
"Why did you?"
"I was scared of what my life was turning into, so I-I went another way...all the way to the US of fucking A."
"You're just a bitch," Jaz whispered, I shot my head to look at her, throwing an angry look at her.
"What the fuck?! I came here for your help and you shoot me in the foot?! Some fucking friend you are."
"Some friend you are leaving without any notice...I mean you coulda called or something to tell me you'd gone"
"I came back here to simply say sorry to my friends and properly say goodbye, same with my parents...and you know the fuck what?"
"What?" Jaz grumbled, I stood up, getting closer to her face.
"Good fucking bye." I left her house as well, wiping more tears..so much for closure.
"Well, that didn't go too well," Billie sighed, setting himself down on the park bench we had just reached.
"This whole trip isn't going too well to tell you the truth, I'm already starting to feel like I should never have gone" Billie sighed once again and look up to me, I started to pace up and down, biting my lip.
"I know where I can go"
"Where?"
"My best friend Raych's house, she already knows about me moving to America"
"How?"
"When I got fired, I called her and asked if she could sell my house over here, but only I can do that, which I will do tomorrow, but I need to just sort out this mess first" I rubbed my forehead and sat down next to Billie, I lent my head onto his shoulder, we stayed quiet for a few minutes before I whimpered softly.
"Hey," Billie said looking to me and lifting my head up.
"I'm sure things will get better." I looked into his eyes and smiled.
"I don't see how, but thanks for trying to help."
"Well I got you to smile, that was a start." I nodded then stood up.
"Shall we go?"
"Sure." Billie and I grabbed our suitcases and started to walk to Raych's, which wasn't that far away either.
***
I knocked on the oak door to Raych's beautiful home, she opened up after awhile, cradling a baby girl in her arms.
"Heya" I smiled at her, she smiled back and opened up the door even more to let me and Billie Joe through.
"Guest room's round there-"
"What? How did you know?"
"Jaz called saying your house was trashed and that she wouldn't let you crash her place, but I'm kind, I forgive...unlike some," she sighed, putting the baby into a crib.
"So, I hope you enjoy your stay, but please don't make too much noise whilst Lily is sleeping."
"We won't," I laughed, throwing my hands up into the air.
"Well then, welcome to your temporary home."
"You feeling any better?" Billie shouted from the living room, I groaned, of course I wasn't better, it was 3 pm and I had been practically glued to the toilet throwing up my guts, I'm pretty sure there was nothing left in there.
"I'm not having any more drinks" I stumbled into the living room and shook my head.
"No I'm not any better dumbass," I smirked sitting next to him.
"I bet I smell of puke."
"Hardly you've took about 15 showers."
"Because the smell of puke makes me sick again..fuck, I hate being sick."
"Mhm," Billie nodded in agreement.
"I'm so glad I have a good alcohol tolerance..unlike you"
"Thanks." I rolled my eyes and playfully hit him.
"Be nice, I'm ILL!" Billie laughed and got off the couch.
"You hungry ill?"
"What?" Not getting what he was playing at.
"I said...are you hungry ill?"
"Er..no, I feel sick still"
"So? You have nothing in your stomach."
"If I have anything I'll just throw it back up."
"Oookay then."
"Why did you call me ill?"
"Well you said you were ill..."
"Ohh," I said narrowing my eyes at the older man.
"Pathetic." He walked off into the small kitchen in the suite as I yawned and stretched out, I lay down on the couch and sighed.
"Why is it that when I get pissed with you lot, something always happens to me."
"Err." Billie Joe projected from the kitchen.
"'Cause it just does?" I rolled my eyes, he was SO smart. He came back in with a packet of crisps and a chocolate bar, I groaned and lay on my stomach.
"Go to sleep, you might feel better when you wake up"
"Yeah, I suppose," I said and walked into the tiny bedroom, I fell asleep as soon as I hit the pillow, letting my light snores fill the room.
***
"Don't tell me to shut up!" I groaned, grabbing the pillow and putting over my head to drown out the voices.
"Tré, get your ass back in here!" Mike shouted, I heard the door slam twice, I winced both times, peering over my blanket to see Billie standing there with an oblivious face. He turned to look at me and smiled when he saw me awake.
"What the hell?" I croaked, Billie walked into the bedroom and sat down on the end of the bed.
"Tré was goofing around, Mike told him to shut up before he woke you up, because he has a hangover so he knows you have one that's way worse, then Tré decided to act like a fucking dick and shout really loud, then Mike and Tré started arguing, then Tré..stormed out" I snorted, getting out of the bed with the crack of my back.
"What weaners"
"Weaners?" I nodded, grinning like an idiot.
"Yeh, weaners, ya know?"
"Uh..Yeh" Billie narrowed his eyebrows, then rubbed his forehead.
"Today has been Soo boring"
"What time is it?"
"Like 7 or so," I whimpered, not liking this day anymore.
"Grr. Can't this day just be over?"
"Do you feel sick anymore?"
"Nah not really...but I am realllllly hungry."
"What do ya want?"
"Hmm..pasta."
"How do you expect me to get that?"
"I don't, you just asked...I'll go to the shops, bound to be something in L.A that sells pasta."
"I'll go with you."
"Ok Mr. Bodyguard." After awhile of waiting for Billie to leave so I could get changed, I rolled my eyes and pushed him off the bed.
"Leave you perv!" I pointed outside and Billie laughed, I rolled my eyes once again before shutting the door, muttering 'men' under my breath and going to my suitcase to get changed. I never unpack because I hate re-packing.
So we left the hotel, leaving Mike and Tré bickering in the hall, and set off to find a local shop to buy some..pasta. It was just another craving I had.
We finally got to a convenient store and I changed my mind, I packed the trolly full of junk food whilst Billie looked at me raising his eye brow cautiously.
"Er...should I even ask?"
"I feel like pigging out, I have nothing left in my stomach and pasta is boring now."
"Right"
"I hope I have enough money," I mumbled, fiddling with my purse and seeing I had a 20 dollar note.
"Eh...let's pray," Billie sighed as we got to the till, all my junk food came too 30 dollars something, I huffed, luckily Billie brought his money and lent me it, meaning I'd give it him back once I got back to the hotel and got my money from my suitcase.
"Thanks." I smiled at Billie as I payed the cashier, we walked out the shops and Billie offered to carry the bags, I shook my head and walked on, we got back and I heaved the bags down onto the table.
"Well I think that's enough sugary food to last the week."
"Er...to feed the country more like."
"Well..I could eat for the country," I laughed and grabbed some Oreo's from the bag.
"Time to eat till my stomach explodes."
"Can I help?" Billie smirked, I nodded and he grabbed some sweets, we both sat down on the couch, munching away at the food when a knock on the door made me jumped. I sighed, walking up to the door and opening it.
"God Mike is such a bitch!" Tré moaned walking into the room.
"Er...hello?"
"Can I stay here? I'll sleep on the couch."
"I sleep on the couch..." I stated as Billie raised his eyebrow.
"What's wrong with the bed?"
"Eh...you sleep in it?"
"Oh," he said sitting down again.
"Well...the floor! Hell I'll sleep with Billie, ya see, sharing a room with Mike and Brittney is a no no, they have both kicked me out!"
"Why? Why did I even bother asking?!"
"They said I'm annoying."
"I wonder why..." I said with a sarcastic tone.
"I don't know, please? Pretty please?!"
"Can't you apologise?"
"Hell no!" I rolled my eyes and looked to Billie.
"Fine, sleep on the couch...I'll...sleep in the bed."
"Oh my god! Thank you!" he said jumping on me, sending me flying to the floor.
"Get off me!" I yelled pushing him up so I could breath.
"Weirdo."
"Freak," I gasped and put my hand where my heart should be.
"Ouch, that really hurt."
"Yeah, it should have."
"Be careful or I'll make you sleep with Billie" He squealed like a little girl and kept quiet.
"I'm gonna explore the town bye!" On his way out, he cooed 'oh sweets!', took a handful and ran out the door.
"My sweets!" I narrowed my eyes and sighed.
"Evil" I muttered and looked to Billie.
"Howdy."
"Er. Hi." Billie waved nervously before turning on the Tv.
"WAIT!" I shouted, Billie stopped flicking through the channels.
"2 down" He flicked it twice down and his own face appeared on screen.
"Ah, no way!" He changed it back over and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Fine." After 2 hours, the sun had finally set and it was 10 pm.
"Where's Tré?"
"Don't know. Don't care"
"You're so kind."
"Yeh yeh."
"So..."
"Hmm" I thought, trying to get a conversation started.
"So, what did you do on the last day of college?"
"Uh...nothing."
"Seriously?"
"I partied.."
"Did you get drunk? Stoned?"
"Sorta."
"Oh your life is so exciting." Billie rolled his eyes and I snorted.
"Yup." More silence. God this was boring.
"So...we going home in the morning?"
"Yes, then getting on a plane to England straight after."
"Ugh...just great," I sighed, rubbing my eyes and yawning.
"I'm going to pretend I have jet lag and go to bed early," I laughed as Billie went into the bedroom and shut the door.
"Eh...I kinda have a hangover...and I'm really bored..." I mumbled and went to the bedroom door, I knocked quietly as Billie opened it just in his boxers, he blushed as I smirked.
"I'm tired..."
"Oh."
***
I was poked awake, I snapped my hand and slapped Billie's finger away.
"Leave me alone," I cried nuzzling my head back into the pillow.
"We have to leave if now if ya wanna get to England."
"Sure do," I sighed sitting up straight, I got changed and made sure I hadn't left anything in the hotel room, me, Billie and Tré left and met Mike and Brittany outside.
"What took so long?!"
"Girls," Billie giggled as he hopped into the massive car waiting for us, I left my luggage for the driver to put in and hopped in, sitting next to Billie Joe. All through the drive I tried to get to sleep, but Tré was once again being way to load so I decided to stay up and just watch his stupidity. After a 4 ½ hour drive back to Oakland we reached Billie's house, where I had left my luggage for the week in England, I swopped the suitcases and Billie grabbed his, we stepped back in the car, dropping Mike, Tré and Brittany off, I decided I wanted to see Haushinka who was staying in the Cater. After that the driver took us to Oakland's airport, where we went through the usual measures and everything, we got on the plane and sat on our seats. Great. A row of fucking 3. I called window, so Billie was going to be stuck with someone sitting next to him. After 5 minutes the plane was full and a teenage girl was sitting next to Billie Joe, blasting her iPod on full blast, I looked to Billie and smiled at his face, he shook his head and sunk in his seat.
"I hate flying," I mumbled, Billie Joe's ears perked up as he turned to face me.
"Hmm?"
"I hate flying, it's not that I'm scared, it's just really boring."
"Yeh."
"Last time I went on a plane they had a movie playing."
"Which one?"
"I can't remember, I was 15."
"10 years ago...? Pfft."
"What? I can't remember last week," I laughed as me and Billie chatted for awhile. Soon after something in my brain sparked as I remembered something from two nights ago, Billie Joe hesitated, before placing a hand on the side of my cheek, pressing his lips to mine softly. My eyes widened...why did I forget? How could I forget?!
"Uh Billie..?"
"Yeah?"
"About...ya know, at the Grammies? What was that about?"
"Uh, us winning?"
"I mean...the kiss," I said quietly, blushing.
"Oh."
"We-"
"Would you like some tea? Or something?"
"Er, I'll have a coffee please." Whilst Billie told them his order, I sighed and went back to staring out the window, I heard a scream and quickly turned my head back around.
"I'm so sorry!" The air hostess cried as the teenagers face went a violent shade of red.
"Oh my God! You bunch of freaks!" She stormed off to the toilets dripping of hot coffee, leaving me rather confused, Billie turned to face me, holding in a laugh.
"So..as you were saying?"
"Oh Yeh I-"
"Crew be prepared for landing, passengers please sit back down in your seats, turn off all electricity equipment including cell phones, pagers, laptops and CD players, please fasten your seat belts and make sure your tables are packed away and locked, please make sure all compartments above your head are locked and please be ready for landing in Birmingham airport, the wind is quite strong so we may experience some turbulence, the temperature in Birmingham is a cold 9 Celsius, it is fairly cloudy and drizzling, I don't think we will be seeing the some anytime soon today" I groaned listening to the pilot of the air plane, giving up totally on Billie Joe and looking out the window to find us getting closer to land. To home. Once the plane had landed I looked out the window then to Billie.
"We're here..and it's raining"
"Good old Birmingham" I laughed as I un did my seat belt and got out of my chair, my back cracked a few times as I stumbled off the plane.
"The most fun part of the journey...collecting your luggage" I sighed, Billie shrugged as we walked into a small room where we stood in a line ready to show our passports, we got through..of course and headed to where our luggage was being departed to, Billie Joe managed to pick up both our suitcases, luckily none had been lost or misplaced.
"So...what ya wanna do first? I mean I don't want to go home straight away."
"Your old place maybe? Or a tour of Cannock?"
"Er...if you want, it's not that great though," I laughed as we walked out the doors and into the coldness of England, the cab was waiting for us like we had hoped, we put our luggage away and hopped in the back.
"So..are you over here for a holiday?" The cab driver asked, looking in the rear view mirror.
"Yeh sorta," I laughed and looked away.
"Leaving where...California did you say?"
"Yep."
"And coming to Cannock, it's a big leap."
"I used to live here...just visiting friends."
"Oh," the cab driver replied, for the rest of the journey me and Billie just simply fell asleep in the cab, the driver was boring us too much and jet lag is a bitch, after the 45 minute journey from Birmingham to Cannock, we finally got to my shitty home town. The taxi driver dropped us off at my old house, I payed the man as Billie went to get our suitcases, the cab driver drove off as I plucked my old home keys out of my jacket and placed them into my door.
I looked back to Billie who was dragging both of our suitcases behind, I left the door open for him and closed it, I turned and around and cried out.
Oh no.
The house had been trashed, my TV, my radio..my clothes for some reason, were all gone.
"DAMMIT!" I yelled at the top of my voice.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck." I scratched my cheek, shaking my head.
"Just great, come on, let's go."
"Where we gonna stay?"
"Jaz's place."
"Okie dokey," he smiled as he continued to drag our suitcases out the door.
"It's not a long walk. I can't stay there. Fuck, why would someone do that?" I felt my eyes sting with tears as I just carried on walking down the road.
***
Knocking on the door to a familiar house, I wiped my self down and put on a rather fake smile. Jasmine opened her door and screamed.
"Oh my God! Get in here!" she shouted. As I glanced to Billie, raising my eyebrow. He shrugged and we walked inside, I sat on her couch and sighed.
"My house is trashed, can we stay here for a week?" I laughed nervously as she narrowed her eyebrows.
"You leave without saying good bye, live in America, come home and want me to give you a place to say?" I bowed my head and sighed.
"I'm so sorry...I just forgot all my morals when I ran."
"Why did you?"
"I was scared of what my life was turning into, so I-I went another way...all the way to the US of fucking A."
"You're just a bitch," Jaz whispered, I shot my head to look at her, throwing an angry look at her.
"What the fuck?! I came here for your help and you shoot me in the foot?! Some fucking friend you are."
"Some friend you are leaving without any notice...I mean you coulda called or something to tell me you'd gone"
"I came back here to simply say sorry to my friends and properly say goodbye, same with my parents...and you know the fuck what?"
"What?" Jaz grumbled, I stood up, getting closer to her face.
"Good fucking bye." I left her house as well, wiping more tears..so much for closure.
"Well, that didn't go too well," Billie sighed, setting himself down on the park bench we had just reached.
"This whole trip isn't going too well to tell you the truth, I'm already starting to feel like I should never have gone" Billie sighed once again and look up to me, I started to pace up and down, biting my lip.
"I know where I can go"
"Where?"
"My best friend Raych's house, she already knows about me moving to America"
"How?"
"When I got fired, I called her and asked if she could sell my house over here, but only I can do that, which I will do tomorrow, but I need to just sort out this mess first" I rubbed my forehead and sat down next to Billie, I lent my head onto his shoulder, we stayed quiet for a few minutes before I whimpered softly.
"Hey," Billie said looking to me and lifting my head up.
"I'm sure things will get better." I looked into his eyes and smiled.
"I don't see how, but thanks for trying to help."
"Well I got you to smile, that was a start." I nodded then stood up.
"Shall we go?"
"Sure." Billie and I grabbed our suitcases and started to walk to Raych's, which wasn't that far away either.
***
I knocked on the oak door to Raych's beautiful home, she opened up after awhile, cradling a baby girl in her arms.
"Heya" I smiled at her, she smiled back and opened up the door even more to let me and Billie Joe through.
"Guest room's round there-"
"What? How did you know?"
"Jaz called saying your house was trashed and that she wouldn't let you crash her place, but I'm kind, I forgive...unlike some," she sighed, putting the baby into a crib.
"So, I hope you enjoy your stay, but please don't make too much noise whilst Lily is sleeping."
"We won't," I laughed, throwing my hands up into the air.
"Well then, welcome to your temporary home."
