They're Gone, chapter 5
I woke up in a bed with someone's arms wrapped around me. I turned and saw it was Billie Joe. I smiled to myself and fell back asleep.
*10 minutes later; Billie's POV*
I opened my eyes and saw Kayla.
God, she is so cute when she sleeps I thought to myself.
I slowly picked up my head, trying my best not to wake her up. I got out of bed, walked downstairs, and started to make breakfast for us.
I came back up, with a tray full of food on it, slowly opened the door, and set the table down. Then I walked up to her slowly and quietly, preparing for my attack.
I pounced on her and started tickling her madly. She immediately started tickling back, which made it very hard for me to do so.
"Stop... I... Can't... .Breath... " I said as I rolled on to the other side.
"Mmmm... What's that wonderful smell?" Kayla said, eyeing the food.
"Nothing. It's just me." I said jokingly.
*Kayla's POV*
I punched him for saying that.
"Ow! I got a booboo!" Billie shouted, as he fake cried.
"Aww... little baby Billie got hurt. Want mommy to kiss it and make it feel better?" I said in a baby voice.
Billie nodded his head in reply.
I kissed his arm where I hit him gently. Then I jumped over him and grabbed the food.
"It's mine!" I yelled, grabbing some bacon and flinging it at him. He picked it off his shoulder and ate it.
"Mmmm bacon."
"Oh so you like this?" I said as I threw some toast at him.
"Yes. I do actually."
I laughed and tackled him, letting the food fall to the floor.
"Hey! It took me all morning to make that!"
"Well I'll help you make more when I'm done."
With that, I tackled and tickled him.
*Mike's POV*
Ugh. They make me sick. I should be doing that with her. Not Billie. He always gets the girls. The pretty ones at that. And after playing at the Gilman, he gets all the fans, whereas I get one or two ugly freaks.
I tore my gaze away from my window.
"There is still time. Billie never actually asked her out. She can still be mine." I said under my breath.
I walked downstairs, grabbed my bass, and left the house. I went to the park to think of a great song for her.
*Nobody's POV*
Billie got up from the floor, and into his closet. He was going to play a song he wrote just for her.
He sat down on his bed and Kayla sat down next to him. He took a deep breath, tuned up his guitar, and said, "This song's for you."
"We're living in a Repetition
Content in the same old shtick again
Now the routine's turning to contention
Like a production line going
Over and over and over roller coaster
Now I cannot speak
I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words
Choreographed and lack of passion
Prototypes of what we were
Went full circle till I'm nauseous
Taken for granted
Now I waste it, faked it
Ate it, now I hate it
Now I cannot speak
I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words
Now I cannot speak."
Kayla stared at Billie Joe in disbelief. She couldn't believe he had actually taken the time to do something like this for her.
*Kayla's POV*
Wow. Oh my god. How could anyone write me a song? I am way to ugly for that.
I jumped up and hugged him. He was shocked, but accepted my appreciation. He pulled me back after a while and looked me straight in the eyes. I started crying, because I have never had anyone do this for me.
"Kayla, I guess, what I'm trying to say is, well, will you go out with me?"
I stared at him in disbelief.
"You wrote that song, as your way to ask me out?"
He nodded.
"Well Mr. Armstrong, you've got yourself a deal!" I said as I jumped on him.
He laughed and said, "Well I'm glad you're mine now. No one else can take you from me."
I giggled and hugged him. We cuddled for what seemed like hours before the phone rang.
"Hello?" Billie asked.
"Yes, is Miss Corey there?"
"Yea hold on."
"Kayla it's for you." Billie said, placing his hand over the receiver so the woman couldn't hear.
"Ok... ."
"Hello?" I asked.
"Yes, Miss Corey, I am a social worker and I'm here to talk to you about placing you in a foster home."
*10 minutes later; Billie's POV*
I opened my eyes and saw Kayla.
God, she is so cute when she sleeps I thought to myself.
I slowly picked up my head, trying my best not to wake her up. I got out of bed, walked downstairs, and started to make breakfast for us.
I came back up, with a tray full of food on it, slowly opened the door, and set the table down. Then I walked up to her slowly and quietly, preparing for my attack.
I pounced on her and started tickling her madly. She immediately started tickling back, which made it very hard for me to do so.
"Stop... I... Can't... .Breath... " I said as I rolled on to the other side.
"Mmmm... What's that wonderful smell?" Kayla said, eyeing the food.
"Nothing. It's just me." I said jokingly.
*Kayla's POV*
I punched him for saying that.
"Ow! I got a booboo!" Billie shouted, as he fake cried.
"Aww... little baby Billie got hurt. Want mommy to kiss it and make it feel better?" I said in a baby voice.
Billie nodded his head in reply.
I kissed his arm where I hit him gently. Then I jumped over him and grabbed the food.
"It's mine!" I yelled, grabbing some bacon and flinging it at him. He picked it off his shoulder and ate it.
"Mmmm bacon."
"Oh so you like this?" I said as I threw some toast at him.
"Yes. I do actually."
I laughed and tackled him, letting the food fall to the floor.
"Hey! It took me all morning to make that!"
"Well I'll help you make more when I'm done."
With that, I tackled and tickled him.
*Mike's POV*
Ugh. They make me sick. I should be doing that with her. Not Billie. He always gets the girls. The pretty ones at that. And after playing at the Gilman, he gets all the fans, whereas I get one or two ugly freaks.
I tore my gaze away from my window.
"There is still time. Billie never actually asked her out. She can still be mine." I said under my breath.
I walked downstairs, grabbed my bass, and left the house. I went to the park to think of a great song for her.
*Nobody's POV*
Billie got up from the floor, and into his closet. He was going to play a song he wrote just for her.
He sat down on his bed and Kayla sat down next to him. He took a deep breath, tuned up his guitar, and said, "This song's for you."
"We're living in a Repetition
Content in the same old shtick again
Now the routine's turning to contention
Like a production line going
Over and over and over roller coaster
Now I cannot speak
I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words
Choreographed and lack of passion
Prototypes of what we were
Went full circle till I'm nauseous
Taken for granted
Now I waste it, faked it
Ate it, now I hate it
Now I cannot speak
I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words
Now I cannot speak."
Kayla stared at Billie Joe in disbelief. She couldn't believe he had actually taken the time to do something like this for her.
*Kayla's POV*
Wow. Oh my god. How could anyone write me a song? I am way to ugly for that.
I jumped up and hugged him. He was shocked, but accepted my appreciation. He pulled me back after a while and looked me straight in the eyes. I started crying, because I have never had anyone do this for me.
"Kayla, I guess, what I'm trying to say is, well, will you go out with me?"
I stared at him in disbelief.
"You wrote that song, as your way to ask me out?"
He nodded.
"Well Mr. Armstrong, you've got yourself a deal!" I said as I jumped on him.
He laughed and said, "Well I'm glad you're mine now. No one else can take you from me."
I giggled and hugged him. We cuddled for what seemed like hours before the phone rang.
"Hello?" Billie asked.
"Yes, is Miss Corey there?"
"Yea hold on."
"Kayla it's for you." Billie said, placing his hand over the receiver so the woman couldn't hear.
"Ok... ."
"Hello?" I asked.
"Yes, Miss Corey, I am a social worker and I'm here to talk to you about placing you in a foster home."
