Twins, chapter 12
My body shook as I woke from my slumber, to find I was in a hospital. I scrutinized my mind, trying to understand what had occurred in the past twenty four hours. I had woke up at Billie Joe's house, had food, went into his room... read his journal.
I began to sob, only to find it was painful. I went to meet Bekka, under the bridge. Bought some cocaine, and I didn't find Bekka. I sat down, snorted the drug... took my knife, and I passed out. My body continued shaking. I shut my eyes, as I sat up, shaking uncontrollably. I reopened my eyes to discover Billie Joe had materialized in front of my bed.
"Oh Ty I'm so sorry!" he screamed, throwing his arms around me. It took me a moment to realize why he was crying.
He cheated on me. He doesn't love me...
"Get your arms off of me." He was still crying, but did as he was told.
"You don't love me, do you? I know you don't. You wrote it yourself." He looked astonished, but he knew I was right... for the most part, anyway.
"No, that wasn't true, Ty, you have to believe me. I didn't mean to sleep with her!" my eyes widened and I stopped shaking.
The whole world seemed to stop, and I was emotionless. My face was drained, my body leaving this world. The machine I was hooked up to flatlined. My world was over in a matter of minutes. How could this happen?
"I love you..." Billie Joe whispered. The world continued. My heart was beating, but my emotions were gone. I couldn't feel love for him. I could say it, but I couldn't feel it.
"I... I love,.." I passed out.
***
Billie Joe was boiling with rage. How could he let himself do that? Adrienne, did she mean something to him? Who knows. It was all too confusing. He left the hospital, after Ty had passed out. It occurred to him. Did he want to call a girl he loved Tyler? He scrambled his thoughts for a decent nickname for her, and came up with Maria. He collapsed onto his bed, not bothering to close the door.
"She's an outcast, a girl with ambition. I should write her a song..."
The last line in his mind before he fell asleep was, "She's a rebels' forgotten son."
***
I walked out of the hospital with Tre and Mike, who so kindly offered to buy me lunch. We headed towards the oh-so familiar burger shop. After getting something to eat, which was in it's own way, kind of funny, Mike said he had to go meet someone, and Tre and I walked to my house.
"Hey, Ty..."
"Yeah?" I gave him my attention. We arrived at my house, and we sat down in the front lawn.
"Uh, I know this is kind of soon, and you know, it seems like you don't have a very good home life and stuff, and well, I was wondering if you'd like to move in with me..?" my boddy shook for a moment, not from the idea of moving in with Tre, but from the withdrawal of cocaine.
"You know, it's okay if you don't want to-"
"Tre-"
"I mean, I totally understand-"
"Tre-"
"You don't have to if you don't want to-"
"Tre!"
"Yeah?"
"Okay. I'll move in with you," Tre grinned from ear to ear, which was pretty funny. I laughed as I climbed up the tree to my room. Tre helped me pack my most important stuff. Like my journal, which had been mysteriously moved to my desk. I grabbed my clothes, and my makeup, some other random objects, like my prized possesion... my first pair of drumsticks. I wasn't much of a drummer, but it was my life.
"You ready?" I nodded my head as Tre started towards the window. I followed him.
"I'll go out, you pass me your backpack, and everything else," I nodded. Tre climbed out, and I threw my stuff down. He caught it, and I climbed out. We walked to Tre's house.
"Tre?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks, for everything."
"No problem."
"Hey, uh, where do you live, anyway?" he laughed and we continued walking.
***
When I entered Tre's house, it smelled of beer and marijuana.
"Where am I staying?" Tre lead me to an extra bedroom furnished with a bed and a few shelves. We set my stuff down and I sat on my new bed. I sighed.
"What's wrong?" Tre sat down next to me. It bothered me how close he sat.
"I don't know, Tre, but my life feels so empty. I'm missing something and I don't know what." Tre looked me in the eye, his hands now cupping mine. I closed my eyes as I knew what was going to happen. He leaned in, and our lips touched. I didn't resist, as the void was now gone.
I began to sob, only to find it was painful. I went to meet Bekka, under the bridge. Bought some cocaine, and I didn't find Bekka. I sat down, snorted the drug... took my knife, and I passed out. My body continued shaking. I shut my eyes, as I sat up, shaking uncontrollably. I reopened my eyes to discover Billie Joe had materialized in front of my bed.
"Oh Ty I'm so sorry!" he screamed, throwing his arms around me. It took me a moment to realize why he was crying.
He cheated on me. He doesn't love me...
"Get your arms off of me." He was still crying, but did as he was told.
"You don't love me, do you? I know you don't. You wrote it yourself." He looked astonished, but he knew I was right... for the most part, anyway.
"No, that wasn't true, Ty, you have to believe me. I didn't mean to sleep with her!" my eyes widened and I stopped shaking.
The whole world seemed to stop, and I was emotionless. My face was drained, my body leaving this world. The machine I was hooked up to flatlined. My world was over in a matter of minutes. How could this happen?
"I love you..." Billie Joe whispered. The world continued. My heart was beating, but my emotions were gone. I couldn't feel love for him. I could say it, but I couldn't feel it.
"I... I love,.." I passed out.
***
Billie Joe was boiling with rage. How could he let himself do that? Adrienne, did she mean something to him? Who knows. It was all too confusing. He left the hospital, after Ty had passed out. It occurred to him. Did he want to call a girl he loved Tyler? He scrambled his thoughts for a decent nickname for her, and came up with Maria. He collapsed onto his bed, not bothering to close the door.
"She's an outcast, a girl with ambition. I should write her a song..."
The last line in his mind before he fell asleep was, "She's a rebels' forgotten son."
***
I walked out of the hospital with Tre and Mike, who so kindly offered to buy me lunch. We headed towards the oh-so familiar burger shop. After getting something to eat, which was in it's own way, kind of funny, Mike said he had to go meet someone, and Tre and I walked to my house.
"Hey, Ty..."
"Yeah?" I gave him my attention. We arrived at my house, and we sat down in the front lawn.
"Uh, I know this is kind of soon, and you know, it seems like you don't have a very good home life and stuff, and well, I was wondering if you'd like to move in with me..?" my boddy shook for a moment, not from the idea of moving in with Tre, but from the withdrawal of cocaine.
"You know, it's okay if you don't want to-"
"Tre-"
"I mean, I totally understand-"
"Tre-"
"You don't have to if you don't want to-"
"Tre!"
"Yeah?"
"Okay. I'll move in with you," Tre grinned from ear to ear, which was pretty funny. I laughed as I climbed up the tree to my room. Tre helped me pack my most important stuff. Like my journal, which had been mysteriously moved to my desk. I grabbed my clothes, and my makeup, some other random objects, like my prized possesion... my first pair of drumsticks. I wasn't much of a drummer, but it was my life.
"You ready?" I nodded my head as Tre started towards the window. I followed him.
"I'll go out, you pass me your backpack, and everything else," I nodded. Tre climbed out, and I threw my stuff down. He caught it, and I climbed out. We walked to Tre's house.
"Tre?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks, for everything."
"No problem."
"Hey, uh, where do you live, anyway?" he laughed and we continued walking.
***
When I entered Tre's house, it smelled of beer and marijuana.
"Where am I staying?" Tre lead me to an extra bedroom furnished with a bed and a few shelves. We set my stuff down and I sat on my new bed. I sighed.
"What's wrong?" Tre sat down next to me. It bothered me how close he sat.
"I don't know, Tre, but my life feels so empty. I'm missing something and I don't know what." Tre looked me in the eye, his hands now cupping mine. I closed my eyes as I knew what was going to happen. He leaned in, and our lips touched. I didn't resist, as the void was now gone.
