“Who Would've Thought Getting Knocked Down Would End So Well?”, chapter 22
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Sara looked at Drew, Billie Joe, Mike, Tre, and I strangely. "Did I miss something?"
"Leave it to us to stop what we're doing half way to celebrate that fact," Mike shook his head.
Sara broke into a smile. "You mean you guys actually forgot you were supposed to be moving Amelia's stuff into Billie Joe's house today?" She looked at us incredulously, suspicious that we were pulling her leg. When she realized we were not joking, she raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Seriously?"
Tre pouted, folding his arms across his chest. "It's not our fault, we smoked." Sara laughed.
"And it was a great day," I said in a failed attempt to defend our incompetence.
"Uh-huh" was all Sara could say.
I sighed heavily. "Come on guys, let's get back to work." Tre, Mike, Billie Joe, and Drew dragged themselves out of their seats and followed me outside.
"What do we have left to do?" Mike was scratching his head, trying to keep up. I gave him a look.
"Hmm... let's see... drive the loaded truck over to Billie Joe's, then unload all my belongings. Unpack." It was discouraging, even to myself, but it had to be done. Everyone groaned since they had all promised to help me until everything was unpacked.
"See you guys at the house. Don't take ten years to get there, when we get bored, we get into trouble," Tre smirked.
"Besides, we're heading straight to the house," Mike added. Tre and Mike hopped into the moving truck and took off.
Billie Joe, Drew and I walked to the driveway. When we had arrived at Billie Joe's Ford Fairlane, Billie Joe stood in front of the car, fishing for the car keys in his pants pocket. "Unh... hmm... almost... right there... got it!" Billie Joe held up his keys triumphantly. Drew and I snickered. "What?" He looked confused so we decided to enlighten him.
"Uh, well, you sounded... and looked..." Drew trailed off.
"Sounded and looked like what?"
"Like, like you were... pleasuring yourself, with your hand shoved deep into your pocket and all. Plus the moaning, of course." Drew cleared his throat and turned towards the house so he could laugh. I could not hold it in; I erupted with laughter also. Once I'd regained control of myself, I leaned against the car to catch my breath. Billie Joe rolled his eyes at us.
"There's nothing wrong with a little healthy public masturbation. Haven't you ever seen a Green Day concert? I jerk off in front of tens of thousands!"
"You mean you fake it."
Billie Joe looked at Drew, raising his eyebrows. "Sometimes. Besides, Amelia, you've seen my sex face, especially when you..."
Drew raised a hand in an attempt to stop Billie Joe from finishing his sentence. "I don't want to know. This discussion has taken a disturbing turn."
It was my turn to roll my eyes. "I hate to break up this engrossing conversation, but we are getting sidetracked - again. We have to unload the truck. Mike and Tre are probably already at your house, wondering where we are."
"Fine master."
And with that, Drew pretended to bow to me, arms raised in the air. Billie Joe chuckled at our bickering as he unlocked the doors and we got into the car. We drove the short distance to Billie Joe's - and my - house. I rolled down the window and stuck my head out slightly to feel the cool breeze on my face, my hair dancing in the wind. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
Drew and Billie Joe were talking but I was not paying attention to them. I opened my eyes to gaze upon the houses whizzing by, the children playing on the streets. I loved this city. It was so different from where I'd come from, with its freezing winters, short summers and a lifetime supply of unpleasant memories from my childhood. It was also a strange feeling that I no longer had to speak French. I sighed loudly.
"What's wrong, babe?" Billie Joe glanced at me then looked back at the road.
"Nothing. I just realized that I haven't spoken French in over a year. It's a bit weird since I used to have to speak it every day." I thought back to that time, realizing how much I must have forgotten.
"You speak French? Well, I guess it makes sense. Say something."
I cleared my throat. I did not know what to say. I looked to Drew for help but he shook his head; he was not going to help me. I think he erased all knowledge of French the second we stepped on the plane to California. His French was terrible anyway.
"Ok," I began slowly. "Quand nous arrivons à la maison, j'ai une surprise pour toi... quand nous sommes seuls... dans la chambre à coucher." I paused to look at Billie Joe. Through my peripheral vision, I could see Drew smirking.
"What does that mean? It sounded sexy."
"You'll just have to find out later. And Drew can't tell you either. My French is a bit rusty so I think what I said was right, but I'm not positive."
Billie Joe looked confused, Drew looked amused and I grinned mischievously. Billie Joe was still begging me to tell him what I'd said when we arrived at the house. We stepped out of the car and walked towards the house. I looked around for Mike and Tre but I did not see them, and I did not see the moving truck. Strange.
"Leave it to us to stop what we're doing half way to celebrate that fact," Mike shook his head.
Sara broke into a smile. "You mean you guys actually forgot you were supposed to be moving Amelia's stuff into Billie Joe's house today?" She looked at us incredulously, suspicious that we were pulling her leg. When she realized we were not joking, she raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Seriously?"
Tre pouted, folding his arms across his chest. "It's not our fault, we smoked." Sara laughed.
"And it was a great day," I said in a failed attempt to defend our incompetence.
"Uh-huh" was all Sara could say.
I sighed heavily. "Come on guys, let's get back to work." Tre, Mike, Billie Joe, and Drew dragged themselves out of their seats and followed me outside.
"What do we have left to do?" Mike was scratching his head, trying to keep up. I gave him a look.
"Hmm... let's see... drive the loaded truck over to Billie Joe's, then unload all my belongings. Unpack." It was discouraging, even to myself, but it had to be done. Everyone groaned since they had all promised to help me until everything was unpacked.
"See you guys at the house. Don't take ten years to get there, when we get bored, we get into trouble," Tre smirked.
"Besides, we're heading straight to the house," Mike added. Tre and Mike hopped into the moving truck and took off.
Billie Joe, Drew and I walked to the driveway. When we had arrived at Billie Joe's Ford Fairlane, Billie Joe stood in front of the car, fishing for the car keys in his pants pocket. "Unh... hmm... almost... right there... got it!" Billie Joe held up his keys triumphantly. Drew and I snickered. "What?" He looked confused so we decided to enlighten him.
"Uh, well, you sounded... and looked..." Drew trailed off.
"Sounded and looked like what?"
"Like, like you were... pleasuring yourself, with your hand shoved deep into your pocket and all. Plus the moaning, of course." Drew cleared his throat and turned towards the house so he could laugh. I could not hold it in; I erupted with laughter also. Once I'd regained control of myself, I leaned against the car to catch my breath. Billie Joe rolled his eyes at us.
"There's nothing wrong with a little healthy public masturbation. Haven't you ever seen a Green Day concert? I jerk off in front of tens of thousands!"
"You mean you fake it."
Billie Joe looked at Drew, raising his eyebrows. "Sometimes. Besides, Amelia, you've seen my sex face, especially when you..."
Drew raised a hand in an attempt to stop Billie Joe from finishing his sentence. "I don't want to know. This discussion has taken a disturbing turn."
It was my turn to roll my eyes. "I hate to break up this engrossing conversation, but we are getting sidetracked - again. We have to unload the truck. Mike and Tre are probably already at your house, wondering where we are."
"Fine master."
And with that, Drew pretended to bow to me, arms raised in the air. Billie Joe chuckled at our bickering as he unlocked the doors and we got into the car. We drove the short distance to Billie Joe's - and my - house. I rolled down the window and stuck my head out slightly to feel the cool breeze on my face, my hair dancing in the wind. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
Drew and Billie Joe were talking but I was not paying attention to them. I opened my eyes to gaze upon the houses whizzing by, the children playing on the streets. I loved this city. It was so different from where I'd come from, with its freezing winters, short summers and a lifetime supply of unpleasant memories from my childhood. It was also a strange feeling that I no longer had to speak French. I sighed loudly.
"What's wrong, babe?" Billie Joe glanced at me then looked back at the road.
"Nothing. I just realized that I haven't spoken French in over a year. It's a bit weird since I used to have to speak it every day." I thought back to that time, realizing how much I must have forgotten.
"You speak French? Well, I guess it makes sense. Say something."
I cleared my throat. I did not know what to say. I looked to Drew for help but he shook his head; he was not going to help me. I think he erased all knowledge of French the second we stepped on the plane to California. His French was terrible anyway.
"Ok," I began slowly. "Quand nous arrivons à la maison, j'ai une surprise pour toi... quand nous sommes seuls... dans la chambre à coucher." I paused to look at Billie Joe. Through my peripheral vision, I could see Drew smirking.
"What does that mean? It sounded sexy."
"You'll just have to find out later. And Drew can't tell you either. My French is a bit rusty so I think what I said was right, but I'm not positive."
Billie Joe looked confused, Drew looked amused and I grinned mischievously. Billie Joe was still begging me to tell him what I'd said when we arrived at the house. We stepped out of the car and walked towards the house. I looked around for Mike and Tre but I did not see them, and I did not see the moving truck. Strange.
