It's Not As Easy As It Looks, chapter 3
I leaned off the wall and waited, 3, 2, 1.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Right on cue, I laughed to myself and opened the door, there stood, Tré, Mike and Billie Joe, I hadn't saw all 3 of them together before, I let them in, containing my excitement.
"Tré! Don't it's hers!" Mike shouted, I looked and I saw Tré drinking something.
"What is it?" I asked smiling.
"Baileys" I gasped and ran at Tré, I grabbed the bottle and laughed.. God I loved baileys.
"Mine" I laughed as Tré pouted, I rolled my eyes.
"Tré's" I gave him the bottle and he gave me a massive hug, which i'm sure destroyed all of my organs.
"Tré likes alcohol"
"Why are we speaking in 3rd person?" I asked and Tré shrugged.
"Your my bestest friend" Tré said in a little kids tone and hugging me again.
"Not.. Breathing.. Slowly.. Dying" He quickly let go of me and I coughed.
"Ouch" I mumbled and lay down on the sofa. I tried to get comfy.. Which was very hard considering Tré had just sat on me, then Mike tried to push him off, and when he did Billie Joe sat on me.
"OoOoOoOo comfy"
"It would be.. Considering the layers of fat I have" I mumbled.. My friends cannot shout at me now.
"Your not fat" He laughed poking me, I poked him back and then we started a poking fight, Tré started to poke Mike, which ended up in Tré nearly breaking his finger, he offered him some drink with a cheesy smile.
"Go on Mike.. You know you want to" He laughed as Mike mumbled something and smiled, grabbing the bottle and running off to god knows where.
"Where did he go?" Billie asked.
"Probably to masturbate with it"
"Ew Tré.. I shoulda kept that for myself!"
"Why.. So you can masturbate with it?"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Potato!" I managed to kick him from underneath Billie Joe who was still sitting on me.
"Tré you dipshit!" He tried to be affended and walked off, saying he wanted the baileys back, which left me and Billie Joe alone.
"Uhm.. Hi" He smiled, I nervously chewed my lip and kicked him off.
"Ha ha.. You fell off"
"You pushed me off!"
"I helped you off!" I winked and made him laugh.
A couple of hours later we had talked about everything, and my ass had fallen asleep, Billie was sitting indian style talking about Tré and the rubber chicken, I laughed and nearly choked on my drink laughing.
"Wow, he is stupid" I giggled rolling off the couch and meeting Billie on the floor to fill my glass back up with beer.
"Are ladys supposed to drink this?"
"I don't know, ask them" I laughed again and burped, Billie's eyes widened.
"Wha?!"
"You burped"
"So...?" He looked at me as if I was crazy, I laughed.
"Am I supposed to be sorry for burping?"
"No, it was just a pathetic burp"
"Can you burp the alphabet?"
"No"
"Well your an idiot then" I laughed as Billie pretended to cry.
"I wonder where Tré and Mike went" Billie shrugged.
"We should wait here, till they get back" Billie said poking the floor.
"What has the floor ever done to you?"
"I've hit my head off of it enough times"
"Ha, your own fault for getting drunk"
"Meh" He laughed and filled mine and his beer back up to the top of the glass.
Many hours later (and beers), me and Billie were sitting singing, I was terrible at singing, but seeing as we were both pissed I don't think it mattered.
"Yeshterdayz alls my troubles sheemed so far awashs" I slurred and hiccupped, Billie laughed and impersinated me hiccupping.
"Don't cheek me, Tré's saysh i'm cool"
"Meh flying pig" I pretended to cry and I hit him over the stomach, we were both laying down and he turned to face me.
"Your vewwy prettys" he cooed, stroking my face, it almost seemed that I suddenly turned sober and I panicked, I blushed and I turned to face him.
"What?!"
"I says your vewwy prettys"
"Uh.. Thanks.. But i'm not" I laughed, I really wasn't.
"You aresh"
"Yeah.. Well so are you" I smiled hiccuping again, i'm thankful he didn't make a move on me, afterall I didn't want to be the one to ruin his marriage.
Then I remembered, tommorow.. I looked at the clock.. Well today was the photoshoot, it was in 6 hours.
"FUCK!" I shouted, it woke Billie up, he had dozed off while I was thinking.
"Mhm.. Leave me.. Alone" He moaned.
"Billie the photoshoot is today.. It's like the first day on the job.. Oh fuck i'm gonna be fired"
"I'll.. Get.. Up.. Soon" He said, then he snored again. I left him there, it was either that or drag him to his own suite, I got changed into my PJ's and got into bed, but 20 minutes later the bed sunk next to me, I turned around and almost screamed, but I put my hand over my mouth, it was Billie, what the fuck was he doing in my bed.. He's drunk duh.. I know he wouldn't do this normally would he?
"Billie go to your own suite" I whispered but he just wrapped his arms around my waist and fell back to sleep.
Now I start to wonder where the fuck Tré went, cause I now felt very uncomfortable.
***
I woke up and groaned, I tried to roll onto my side to look at my clock but someone was holding me back.. Dare I look next to me?
I did and I felt like screaming again, I poked Billie Joe and he mumbled something, I couldn't help but crack a smile.
"Wake up" I snapped.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, WAKE THE FUCK UP!" I yelled in his ear, he blinked and then groaned holding his head.
"Why won't you let me sleep"
"1. This is my bed, 2. This is my suite, 3. Your gonna make me late for work, 4. Your gonna be late for the photoshoot and 5. I have a fucking headache!"
"Your not a morning person" He said sitting up.
"You only jus noticed?"
"I have only known you for a day so yeah uhm.. And what am I doing in your bed?"
"Well, we got drunk and you thought it was okay to sleep in here"
"Sorry"
"It was okay.. If you was on the floor I would feel guilty, so I don't mind you sleeping here for one night" I sighed and got out of bed.
"I'm getting changed, so don't come in the bathroom!"
"Okie dokie" He smiled as he stood up and brushed himself down, he got his coat and sat down on the sofa. I gave him a weird look.
"What?!"
"Your going there like that?"
"Like what?"
"With the clothes you had on the day before?"
"Uh yeah, they make me all pretty there.. And uh.. What time is Wade picking us up?"
"10" I heard Billie mumble shit to himself.
"What's wrong?" I said stepping out of the bathroom with my black jeans and red and black stripey jumper on.
"It's 12" I bit my lip and looked at my phone, 20 missed calls, all from Wade, I looked at Billie Joe, I didn't know whether to be angry at him or not.
"Well, you can't do the photoshoot without me, so everyone's gonna have to wait till i'm there, so technically your not really late" He laughed because he had just confused himself and he also had a point.
"I guess Wade was fed up of waiting.. And Mike and Tré probably left.. Let's catch a cab"
"Okay" I grabbed my stuff and prayed that my first day on this job wasn't going to be my last.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Right on cue, I laughed to myself and opened the door, there stood, Tré, Mike and Billie Joe, I hadn't saw all 3 of them together before, I let them in, containing my excitement.
"Tré! Don't it's hers!" Mike shouted, I looked and I saw Tré drinking something.
"What is it?" I asked smiling.
"Baileys" I gasped and ran at Tré, I grabbed the bottle and laughed.. God I loved baileys.
"Mine" I laughed as Tré pouted, I rolled my eyes.
"Tré's" I gave him the bottle and he gave me a massive hug, which i'm sure destroyed all of my organs.
"Tré likes alcohol"
"Why are we speaking in 3rd person?" I asked and Tré shrugged.
"Your my bestest friend" Tré said in a little kids tone and hugging me again.
"Not.. Breathing.. Slowly.. Dying" He quickly let go of me and I coughed.
"Ouch" I mumbled and lay down on the sofa. I tried to get comfy.. Which was very hard considering Tré had just sat on me, then Mike tried to push him off, and when he did Billie Joe sat on me.
"OoOoOoOo comfy"
"It would be.. Considering the layers of fat I have" I mumbled.. My friends cannot shout at me now.
"Your not fat" He laughed poking me, I poked him back and then we started a poking fight, Tré started to poke Mike, which ended up in Tré nearly breaking his finger, he offered him some drink with a cheesy smile.
"Go on Mike.. You know you want to" He laughed as Mike mumbled something and smiled, grabbing the bottle and running off to god knows where.
"Where did he go?" Billie asked.
"Probably to masturbate with it"
"Ew Tré.. I shoulda kept that for myself!"
"Why.. So you can masturbate with it?"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Potato!" I managed to kick him from underneath Billie Joe who was still sitting on me.
"Tré you dipshit!" He tried to be affended and walked off, saying he wanted the baileys back, which left me and Billie Joe alone.
"Uhm.. Hi" He smiled, I nervously chewed my lip and kicked him off.
"Ha ha.. You fell off"
"You pushed me off!"
"I helped you off!" I winked and made him laugh.
A couple of hours later we had talked about everything, and my ass had fallen asleep, Billie was sitting indian style talking about Tré and the rubber chicken, I laughed and nearly choked on my drink laughing.
"Wow, he is stupid" I giggled rolling off the couch and meeting Billie on the floor to fill my glass back up with beer.
"Are ladys supposed to drink this?"
"I don't know, ask them" I laughed again and burped, Billie's eyes widened.
"Wha?!"
"You burped"
"So...?" He looked at me as if I was crazy, I laughed.
"Am I supposed to be sorry for burping?"
"No, it was just a pathetic burp"
"Can you burp the alphabet?"
"No"
"Well your an idiot then" I laughed as Billie pretended to cry.
"I wonder where Tré and Mike went" Billie shrugged.
"We should wait here, till they get back" Billie said poking the floor.
"What has the floor ever done to you?"
"I've hit my head off of it enough times"
"Ha, your own fault for getting drunk"
"Meh" He laughed and filled mine and his beer back up to the top of the glass.
Many hours later (and beers), me and Billie were sitting singing, I was terrible at singing, but seeing as we were both pissed I don't think it mattered.
"Yeshterdayz alls my troubles sheemed so far awashs" I slurred and hiccupped, Billie laughed and impersinated me hiccupping.
"Don't cheek me, Tré's saysh i'm cool"
"Meh flying pig" I pretended to cry and I hit him over the stomach, we were both laying down and he turned to face me.
"Your vewwy prettys" he cooed, stroking my face, it almost seemed that I suddenly turned sober and I panicked, I blushed and I turned to face him.
"What?!"
"I says your vewwy prettys"
"Uh.. Thanks.. But i'm not" I laughed, I really wasn't.
"You aresh"
"Yeah.. Well so are you" I smiled hiccuping again, i'm thankful he didn't make a move on me, afterall I didn't want to be the one to ruin his marriage.
Then I remembered, tommorow.. I looked at the clock.. Well today was the photoshoot, it was in 6 hours.
"FUCK!" I shouted, it woke Billie up, he had dozed off while I was thinking.
"Mhm.. Leave me.. Alone" He moaned.
"Billie the photoshoot is today.. It's like the first day on the job.. Oh fuck i'm gonna be fired"
"I'll.. Get.. Up.. Soon" He said, then he snored again. I left him there, it was either that or drag him to his own suite, I got changed into my PJ's and got into bed, but 20 minutes later the bed sunk next to me, I turned around and almost screamed, but I put my hand over my mouth, it was Billie, what the fuck was he doing in my bed.. He's drunk duh.. I know he wouldn't do this normally would he?
"Billie go to your own suite" I whispered but he just wrapped his arms around my waist and fell back to sleep.
Now I start to wonder where the fuck Tré went, cause I now felt very uncomfortable.
***
I woke up and groaned, I tried to roll onto my side to look at my clock but someone was holding me back.. Dare I look next to me?
I did and I felt like screaming again, I poked Billie Joe and he mumbled something, I couldn't help but crack a smile.
"Wake up" I snapped.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, WAKE THE FUCK UP!" I yelled in his ear, he blinked and then groaned holding his head.
"Why won't you let me sleep"
"1. This is my bed, 2. This is my suite, 3. Your gonna make me late for work, 4. Your gonna be late for the photoshoot and 5. I have a fucking headache!"
"Your not a morning person" He said sitting up.
"You only jus noticed?"
"I have only known you for a day so yeah uhm.. And what am I doing in your bed?"
"Well, we got drunk and you thought it was okay to sleep in here"
"Sorry"
"It was okay.. If you was on the floor I would feel guilty, so I don't mind you sleeping here for one night" I sighed and got out of bed.
"I'm getting changed, so don't come in the bathroom!"
"Okie dokie" He smiled as he stood up and brushed himself down, he got his coat and sat down on the sofa. I gave him a weird look.
"What?!"
"Your going there like that?"
"Like what?"
"With the clothes you had on the day before?"
"Uh yeah, they make me all pretty there.. And uh.. What time is Wade picking us up?"
"10" I heard Billie mumble shit to himself.
"What's wrong?" I said stepping out of the bathroom with my black jeans and red and black stripey jumper on.
"It's 12" I bit my lip and looked at my phone, 20 missed calls, all from Wade, I looked at Billie Joe, I didn't know whether to be angry at him or not.
"Well, you can't do the photoshoot without me, so everyone's gonna have to wait till i'm there, so technically your not really late" He laughed because he had just confused himself and he also had a point.
"I guess Wade was fed up of waiting.. And Mike and Tré probably left.. Let's catch a cab"
"Okay" I grabbed my stuff and prayed that my first day on this job wasn't going to be my last.
