Call It What You Like - I Don't Care, chapter 4
Bella's P.O.V.
"Ooooooooooooooh! Billie boys got a girl!" Said Tre, sounding like a preppy 5 year old girl.
Yep you guessed right, Tre decide to show up just as me and Billie were kissing.
"Piss off Tre."
"Oooooooooooh!!!!!"
CRASH!
Tre was on the floor.
"OW! What the fuck was that for!?!"
"Just shut up about it Tre," said Billie as I buried my face in my hands from embarrassment.
*A few hours later*
"Bella, wake up... "
"Mrrrnf."
"Come on we're in California and everyone's off the plane."
"Piss off."
I opened my eyes to meet Billie Joe's gorgeous green ones.
"Jesus Christ!" I said and everything came back to me, I was gonna stay with Billie Joe.
He smirked and helped me up.
"Come on, the guys are already in the taxi," he said, picking up my bag and stepping into the aisle.
I took my bag from him and followed out into the airport.
God my mum was going to kill me when I got back; but this was so worth it. I'M STAYING WITH BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!!!!!!!!
A few minutes later, we were dropped off in front of Billie Joe's mansion.
"Well, here it is, hope you like it," he said, opening the door for me.
"Whoa, it's fucking massive!" I exclaimed, stepping into the huge living room.
"Glad you like it. Here I'll show you the guest bedroom."
He led me up a large polished wooden staircase and down a hallway.
"Here you go. It's not much, but it's gonna have to do for ya."
"It's awesome," I said, thinking of my messed up dog box size room at home.
"Well, I like to make my guests feel welcome, but be wary of the bed. Tre sleeps there a lot," he said, grinning.
"Well you can unpack and then you can come downstairs and we'll have something to eat," Billie Joe said, closing the door behind him.
I looked around the room, taking in every detail. I went through the doorway across from the end of the bed and found myself in a bathroom twice as big as the one we had back at home.
I walked back into the bedroom and started unpacking my clothes and stuff.
About 20 minutes later I walked down the stairs to find Billie Joe sprawled out on the couch watching T.V.
As soon as he saw me he switched it off and stood up.
"There's nothing to eat," he announced as I just stared at him thinking about what was happening.
I was in Billie Joe Armstrong's house, I was staying with him for the rest of the summer, this was going to take some getting used to.
Apparently I had started day-dreaming a bit because the next thing I knew Billie Joe was clicking his fingers in front of my face.
"Bella, can you pay attention to me please."
"Oh! Yeah sorry, I was just thinking."
"About... ?"
"Just stuff," I replied lamely.
"Uh-huh. Well listen to me," he grinned, "There's nothing here to eat so I'm gonna have to go out and get something," he said, looking at me.
"Ok," I replied.
"Well do you want to come?" He asked loudly, trying to get me to pay attention.
"Oh! Yeah I'll come. Can I just go and get changed?" I asked him.
"Yeah, sure, I'll wait."
A few minutes later I walked back down stairs wearing black jeans, a black studded belt, a black "American Idiot" t-shirt and I had my long straight black hair in a high pony-tail. Casual but I didn't want to look like a try-hard.
A few minutes later me and Billie were walking out of the super market with a few bags of stuff to eat for the next few nights. On the way back we decided against cooking that night, so we went and got fast food before heading back to his house.
We got back and I went upstairs to have a shower. When I got out I found that I had no decent pajamas to wear, just old track pants with holes in them and ugly old t-shirts. Oh fuck, I don't want to wear that near Billie Joe Armstrong. I heard a knock on my door.
"Are you STILL in there?"
"Yeah hang on," I called back, throwing on a pair of tight black pants and a plain tank top.
I walked out of the room and past Billie who was gawping at my killer cleavage (yeah, well I'm not a slut, I just have a rather large chest)
Billie followed me down the stairs.
We sat on the couch watching T.V until Billie got up.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"I'm gonna have a shower," he replied, walking up the stairs.
I all of a sudden felt very lonely without Billie Joe there, and I had only been with him for one day.
Billie's P.O.V
'God this girl is amazing! She probably thinks I'm a pervert, the way I was staring at her in that sexy tank top; well what would you expect from a guy? She hardly even had her tits in the bloody top!
I had my shower and got changed into my pajamas. I glanced at myself in the mirror, oh God; I couldn't wear that in front of her. I mean, I may be a guy but I still care about what I look like.
I changed into some more presentable clothes and walked back down stairs and sat on the lounge next to her. She was watching a horror movie so I decided to take advantage of the situation. Hehe. I crept up slowly behind her...
"Ooooooooooooooh! Billie boys got a girl!" Said Tre, sounding like a preppy 5 year old girl.
Yep you guessed right, Tre decide to show up just as me and Billie were kissing.
"Piss off Tre."
"Oooooooooooh!!!!!"
CRASH!
Tre was on the floor.
"OW! What the fuck was that for!?!"
"Just shut up about it Tre," said Billie as I buried my face in my hands from embarrassment.
*A few hours later*
"Bella, wake up... "
"Mrrrnf."
"Come on we're in California and everyone's off the plane."
"Piss off."
I opened my eyes to meet Billie Joe's gorgeous green ones.
"Jesus Christ!" I said and everything came back to me, I was gonna stay with Billie Joe.
He smirked and helped me up.
"Come on, the guys are already in the taxi," he said, picking up my bag and stepping into the aisle.
I took my bag from him and followed out into the airport.
God my mum was going to kill me when I got back; but this was so worth it. I'M STAYING WITH BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!!!!!!!!
A few minutes later, we were dropped off in front of Billie Joe's mansion.
"Well, here it is, hope you like it," he said, opening the door for me.
"Whoa, it's fucking massive!" I exclaimed, stepping into the huge living room.
"Glad you like it. Here I'll show you the guest bedroom."
He led me up a large polished wooden staircase and down a hallway.
"Here you go. It's not much, but it's gonna have to do for ya."
"It's awesome," I said, thinking of my messed up dog box size room at home.
"Well, I like to make my guests feel welcome, but be wary of the bed. Tre sleeps there a lot," he said, grinning.
"Well you can unpack and then you can come downstairs and we'll have something to eat," Billie Joe said, closing the door behind him.
I looked around the room, taking in every detail. I went through the doorway across from the end of the bed and found myself in a bathroom twice as big as the one we had back at home.
I walked back into the bedroom and started unpacking my clothes and stuff.
About 20 minutes later I walked down the stairs to find Billie Joe sprawled out on the couch watching T.V.
As soon as he saw me he switched it off and stood up.
"There's nothing to eat," he announced as I just stared at him thinking about what was happening.
I was in Billie Joe Armstrong's house, I was staying with him for the rest of the summer, this was going to take some getting used to.
Apparently I had started day-dreaming a bit because the next thing I knew Billie Joe was clicking his fingers in front of my face.
"Bella, can you pay attention to me please."
"Oh! Yeah sorry, I was just thinking."
"About... ?"
"Just stuff," I replied lamely.
"Uh-huh. Well listen to me," he grinned, "There's nothing here to eat so I'm gonna have to go out and get something," he said, looking at me.
"Ok," I replied.
"Well do you want to come?" He asked loudly, trying to get me to pay attention.
"Oh! Yeah I'll come. Can I just go and get changed?" I asked him.
"Yeah, sure, I'll wait."
A few minutes later I walked back down stairs wearing black jeans, a black studded belt, a black "American Idiot" t-shirt and I had my long straight black hair in a high pony-tail. Casual but I didn't want to look like a try-hard.
A few minutes later me and Billie were walking out of the super market with a few bags of stuff to eat for the next few nights. On the way back we decided against cooking that night, so we went and got fast food before heading back to his house.
We got back and I went upstairs to have a shower. When I got out I found that I had no decent pajamas to wear, just old track pants with holes in them and ugly old t-shirts. Oh fuck, I don't want to wear that near Billie Joe Armstrong. I heard a knock on my door.
"Are you STILL in there?"
"Yeah hang on," I called back, throwing on a pair of tight black pants and a plain tank top.
I walked out of the room and past Billie who was gawping at my killer cleavage (yeah, well I'm not a slut, I just have a rather large chest)
Billie followed me down the stairs.
We sat on the couch watching T.V until Billie got up.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"I'm gonna have a shower," he replied, walking up the stairs.
I all of a sudden felt very lonely without Billie Joe there, and I had only been with him for one day.
Billie's P.O.V
'God this girl is amazing! She probably thinks I'm a pervert, the way I was staring at her in that sexy tank top; well what would you expect from a guy? She hardly even had her tits in the bloody top!
I had my shower and got changed into my pajamas. I glanced at myself in the mirror, oh God; I couldn't wear that in front of her. I mean, I may be a guy but I still care about what I look like.
I changed into some more presentable clothes and walked back down stairs and sat on the lounge next to her. She was watching a horror movie so I decided to take advantage of the situation. Hehe. I crept up slowly behind her...
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