The Man Is My God, chapter 7
So there we were, making out. You don't know how much I just wanted to give it to her, but you know, I only just met the girl. Just after we were "done" or whatever, I felt something sharp in my back. I had been laying on a freaking drum stick from none other than...you guessed it. Tre Cool. Man, I was really getting sick of his little pranks. Kelsea got up and sat on the couch, and I followed.
"Thanks," was all she said.
"Um, haha. You're welcome?" I didn't know what to say. I'd never been given a thank you after something like that. I just laughed under my breath, but Kelsea noticed.
"What? What are you laughing at?"
"Cause you said thank you."
"Oh. Well, sorry...It's just that...I've never felt so....oh gosh what's the word?"
"Um, felt so good?"
"No, I mean I've never felt so warm inside. Like ... I know this is gonna sound stupid but, loved. I've never felt so 'loved' in my life." Kelsea looked down, like she was embarrassed or something. I felt sort of bad because I had just laughed at her.
"Wow. I'm sorry. I-I didn't know." What now? I already fucked up once. "Wanna talk about it?" TALK about it? What was I a fucking psychiatrist?
"That would be nice," Kelsea smiled.
"Okay," I said in astonishment. I didn't think she would want to actually talk.
"Well, it all started when I was-" Kelsea started.
Oh my God. He... cares... about me. Billie wants to talk about my problems. He's so sensitive and sweet! But, I feel kind of pathetic talking about my life story. I'm sure he doesn't really want to hear my sob story. Or maybe he does...Anyway, I started out.
"Well, it all started when I was five. My parents divorced each other and..." I stopped. I wanted to cry. I had to tell him though.
"Hey, you ok? Don't cry, babe." Billie put his arm around me. And did he just call me babe? Aw!
"I'm ok. Anyway, my-my dad he-he shot my-my mom," I stuttered, a lot trying to get it out of my mouth. It was a terrible day.
"And so that's when CPS decided I would belong to them. I've gone through at least 25 foster families since then. I rebelled a lot. So that's why I went through so many. Then one day I mugged someone at gun point and went to jail for like two days. That's how I ended up here. Cause CPS was sick of finding me a family." I finished my blabbering and just looked at Billie.
"Wow. That is tough. My dad died when I was 10. He died of cancer to his esophagus."
"Oh," I said. I felt sorry for him. How could I possibly compare my life to his? I felt like a jerk complaining so much about my problems.
"Hey, don't cry! Haha. Let's change the subject. How about llamas?"
"Hahahaha! What? Llamas? Where in the hell did that come from?" He made me laugh. I loved him. And I had to let him know that. But not now. Not right now.
"Hey, Kelsea?"
"Yea, Billie?"
"I love you." Oh my God! He beat me to it! He said it! He said it first! A discreet smile slowly crept on my face.
"I love you, too," I whispered. And he kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Thanks," was all she said.
"Um, haha. You're welcome?" I didn't know what to say. I'd never been given a thank you after something like that. I just laughed under my breath, but Kelsea noticed.
"What? What are you laughing at?"
"Cause you said thank you."
"Oh. Well, sorry...It's just that...I've never felt so....oh gosh what's the word?"
"Um, felt so good?"
"No, I mean I've never felt so warm inside. Like ... I know this is gonna sound stupid but, loved. I've never felt so 'loved' in my life." Kelsea looked down, like she was embarrassed or something. I felt sort of bad because I had just laughed at her.
"Wow. I'm sorry. I-I didn't know." What now? I already fucked up once. "Wanna talk about it?" TALK about it? What was I a fucking psychiatrist?
"That would be nice," Kelsea smiled.
"Okay," I said in astonishment. I didn't think she would want to actually talk.
"Well, it all started when I was-" Kelsea started.
Oh my God. He... cares... about me. Billie wants to talk about my problems. He's so sensitive and sweet! But, I feel kind of pathetic talking about my life story. I'm sure he doesn't really want to hear my sob story. Or maybe he does...Anyway, I started out.
"Well, it all started when I was five. My parents divorced each other and..." I stopped. I wanted to cry. I had to tell him though.
"Hey, you ok? Don't cry, babe." Billie put his arm around me. And did he just call me babe? Aw!
"I'm ok. Anyway, my-my dad he-he shot my-my mom," I stuttered, a lot trying to get it out of my mouth. It was a terrible day.
"And so that's when CPS decided I would belong to them. I've gone through at least 25 foster families since then. I rebelled a lot. So that's why I went through so many. Then one day I mugged someone at gun point and went to jail for like two days. That's how I ended up here. Cause CPS was sick of finding me a family." I finished my blabbering and just looked at Billie.
"Wow. That is tough. My dad died when I was 10. He died of cancer to his esophagus."
"Oh," I said. I felt sorry for him. How could I possibly compare my life to his? I felt like a jerk complaining so much about my problems.
"Hey, don't cry! Haha. Let's change the subject. How about llamas?"
"Hahahaha! What? Llamas? Where in the hell did that come from?" He made me laugh. I loved him. And I had to let him know that. But not now. Not right now.
"Hey, Kelsea?"
"Yea, Billie?"
"I love you." Oh my God! He beat me to it! He said it! He said it first! A discreet smile slowly crept on my face.
"I love you, too," I whispered. And he kissed me lightly on the lips.
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