Call It What You Like - I Don't Care, chapter 9
the hospital 2 days later, still Bella's P.O.V
We walked into the room where Tre was still lying peacefully on the hospital bed.
We had been in this room almost all the time except for when we went to eat and go home to sleep.
We both took our seats next to Tre's bed that we had been sitting in for hours at a time.
Mike walked in the door and sat down next to Billie Joe.
For a few minutes we just sat there watching Tre, hoping that he would wake up or at least move.
After a while decided Mike to speak up, he looked up at us and spoke, "You know he probably has way more than a 50% chance of living."
Billie Joe and I looked up at him, surprised by what he had just said.
"What do you mean?" Billie Joe asked him skeptically.
"Well I'm just saying, have you ever known a doctor to look at things positively?"
Billie Joe looked up at him smiling slightly. For some reason that gave us all some hope to hang onto.
About an hour later, Billie Joe's P.O.V
I think Mike may have been right; doctors usually are fairly negative about things. He was probably going to wake up any time soon.
We sat still, watching the motionless Tre and drinking our coffees.
Bella was right next to Tre's bed holding his hand,
I felt a sudden pang of jealousy, Bella was staying with me, she's not supposed to be so friendly with Tre.
A second later I felt sickened with myself, Tre being in a coma was way more important than who's hand Bella was holding right now.
I was just staring absent-mindedly out the small window and sipping my coffee when I heard a gasp from Bella...
Bella's P.O.V
I was sitting watching Billie Joe staring out the window... Not a particularly interesting past time, I mean, you can only stare at a hot rock star for a certain amount of time before you're bored senseless.
I wondered what he was thinking about, he seemed slightly distant with me today, and I think it might have something to do with how much I was worried about Tre.
Well if that was his problem then he would just have to get over it. It's not like we're actually together anyway... yet... I've only known him for a few days.
We're just friends that like to make out and sleep in the same bed...
I suddenly let out a gasp as Tre's hand moved in mine and squeezed it slightly. Billie Joe and Mike's heads shot up at the sound.
"T-Tre just, his hand, just, oh my god," I stuttered as Tre's eyes started to flutter open.
Billie Joe and Mike stood up and moved over to where I was sitting, still holding Tre's hand in mine. Tre's eyes opened slightly and he stared up at us slightly confused about what was going on.
Hell, have I ever mentioned how blue those eyes are...?
Tre's P.O.V
Fuck, this is weird... I'm lying in an uncomfortable bed with Billie Joe and Mike staring down at me and Bellatrix holding my hand.
"What the hell happened?" I asked everyone.
"Oh my god, TRE!!!" shrieked Bella. Billie Joe, Mike and Bella all jumped onto the side of my bed and started hugging me.
Have I ever mentioned how beautiful Bella is... ?
"Um, Billie, do you want me to explain?" Mike asked.
"Nah, it's alright," Billie Joe gulped and began to talk, "Well, um, we thought it would be funny to play a practical joke on you as payback for what you did to our beds so... "
Billie Joe told the rest of the story about how he had fallen on the concrete and the doctor had said that he only had half a chance of living.
After the whole story had been told I looked up at them, stupid doctor, I feel fine.
"Oh, ok." Well I have to admit, that would have been a pretty mad practical joke if I didn't knock myself out."
Everyone smiled at this and hugged me more, god they're acting like retards, did they honestly think that I was going to die?
"Hey Billie... " I smirked as he looked up at me.
"Yeah?"
"You know I'm gonna have to beat the shit out of u for wanting to do that to me."
***
After the retarded doctor announced that he knew I was going to be fine and checked that my head wasn't going to fall off or anything, I was allowed to go.
We all went straight to Billie's place to "celebrate" the fact that I wasn't dead.
Bella's P.O.V
About 3 hours later, to say we were drunk, was one hell of an understatement.
Mike had passed out lying over the edge of the kitchen sink, Tre was passed out upside down in the corner of the bathroom and half the floor was covered in feathers because of the huge pillow fight we had. I guess Tre meant it when he said he going to beat the shit out of Billie Joe.
Billie Joe and I were sitting on the couch trying as hard as we could to focus on the TV screen but we were getting dizzy even when we were just lying still on the couch.
A moment later American Idiot came on the TV. "Hey! Looksh Jillie Boe! Thatsh you!" I yelled as I jumped up and pointed excitedly at the TV screen.
"Hey! It izsh me! Fuck I'm good!" He stated, jumping up and joining me in trying to dance but failing miserably as we crashed into walls and tripped over our own feet.
"Heysh Bella... " Billie Joe pressed his lips softly against mine. After a moment he pulled away and smiled shyly like a 5 year old.
Without thinking (well it was kind of impossible to think considering how drunk I was) I grabbed him and kissed him again. We kept on kissing as we made our way over to couch that didn't have Mike passed out on it.
I snapped back to reality when he slipped his hands under m shirt and began to pull if off.
"Billie J-Joes, No, we shouldn'tsh." I stuttered while he was still slowly pulling my shirt over my head.
"Whys not Bella?" He asked looking kind of hurt. "Doesn't you like me?"
"Billie Joes I do like you, its just tat I've only known you for... " Damn it concentrated takes so much effort when you're this dunk. I started to count on my fingers, "1, 2... ah fuck it... I've only known you for less than a week."
"So?" He asked me before grabbing me and pulling me up against him again. E kept his ands firmly around my back and pressed his lips roughly against mine.
"Billie Joe... I really don't want to... " He kissed me again this time sliding his hands under my shirt.
I didn't really feel that drunk anymore with what was going on... Billie Joe was trying to force me into it... I knew we would both regret it if we did. But Billie Joe was drunk so there was no telling him that. And he was really starting to scare me.
I still felt a bit week and dizzy from all the alcohol I had consumed earlier. I gathered up all the strength I could and pushed him roughly back onto the couch pulling my shirt back down onto my body.
By this time the sun was starting to rise. Yes, Billie Joe and I stayed sober for a lot longer than Tre and Mike, they had been passed out for about 5 hours now.
"What the fuck was that for?!" Billie Joe shouted at me, trying to satnd up but only falling back down on the couch.
I started crying; he was really scaring me now. Hopefully Tre or Mike would wake up soon, but then again they would probably beat the shit out of Billie Joe when they found out what he had done.
"I'm sorry Billie," I sobbed but there was no use apologizing now. He had completely passed out lying back on the couch with his mouth wide open and his feet hanging over the edge.
I sat in the corner and cried my eyes out for about half an hour before I heard foot steps behind me. T was Tre... Oh shit...
"Bella, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" God, he looked like crap... and probably felt worse.
I sobbed and told him the whole story. By the time I had finished explaining he looked absolutely furious and I felt like I was about to pass out; I hadn't slept for 20 hours.
"Don't get mad at him though Tre, he was drunk and I don't blame him so you shouldn't" I looked up at Tre as I said this, he looked very doubtful about it but decide that if I wasn't mad at Billie Joe then he shouldn't be either.
Tre wrapped his arms around me and rocked me back and fourth as I continued to sob into his shoulder. After I had been crying for another 10 minutes Tre gently put his hand under my chin and lifted my face up. I looked into his eyes and was pretty much hypnotized, and I'm not gonna blame this one on the alcohol either.
Just as he opened his mouth to say something I covered his lips with mine...
We walked into the room where Tre was still lying peacefully on the hospital bed.
We had been in this room almost all the time except for when we went to eat and go home to sleep.
We both took our seats next to Tre's bed that we had been sitting in for hours at a time.
Mike walked in the door and sat down next to Billie Joe.
For a few minutes we just sat there watching Tre, hoping that he would wake up or at least move.
After a while decided Mike to speak up, he looked up at us and spoke, "You know he probably has way more than a 50% chance of living."
Billie Joe and I looked up at him, surprised by what he had just said.
"What do you mean?" Billie Joe asked him skeptically.
"Well I'm just saying, have you ever known a doctor to look at things positively?"
Billie Joe looked up at him smiling slightly. For some reason that gave us all some hope to hang onto.
About an hour later, Billie Joe's P.O.V
I think Mike may have been right; doctors usually are fairly negative about things. He was probably going to wake up any time soon.
We sat still, watching the motionless Tre and drinking our coffees.
Bella was right next to Tre's bed holding his hand,
I felt a sudden pang of jealousy, Bella was staying with me, she's not supposed to be so friendly with Tre.
A second later I felt sickened with myself, Tre being in a coma was way more important than who's hand Bella was holding right now.
I was just staring absent-mindedly out the small window and sipping my coffee when I heard a gasp from Bella...
Bella's P.O.V
I was sitting watching Billie Joe staring out the window... Not a particularly interesting past time, I mean, you can only stare at a hot rock star for a certain amount of time before you're bored senseless.
I wondered what he was thinking about, he seemed slightly distant with me today, and I think it might have something to do with how much I was worried about Tre.
Well if that was his problem then he would just have to get over it. It's not like we're actually together anyway... yet... I've only known him for a few days.
We're just friends that like to make out and sleep in the same bed...
I suddenly let out a gasp as Tre's hand moved in mine and squeezed it slightly. Billie Joe and Mike's heads shot up at the sound.
"T-Tre just, his hand, just, oh my god," I stuttered as Tre's eyes started to flutter open.
Billie Joe and Mike stood up and moved over to where I was sitting, still holding Tre's hand in mine. Tre's eyes opened slightly and he stared up at us slightly confused about what was going on.
Hell, have I ever mentioned how blue those eyes are...?
Tre's P.O.V
Fuck, this is weird... I'm lying in an uncomfortable bed with Billie Joe and Mike staring down at me and Bellatrix holding my hand.
"What the hell happened?" I asked everyone.
"Oh my god, TRE!!!" shrieked Bella. Billie Joe, Mike and Bella all jumped onto the side of my bed and started hugging me.
Have I ever mentioned how beautiful Bella is... ?
"Um, Billie, do you want me to explain?" Mike asked.
"Nah, it's alright," Billie Joe gulped and began to talk, "Well, um, we thought it would be funny to play a practical joke on you as payback for what you did to our beds so... "
Billie Joe told the rest of the story about how he had fallen on the concrete and the doctor had said that he only had half a chance of living.
After the whole story had been told I looked up at them, stupid doctor, I feel fine.
"Oh, ok." Well I have to admit, that would have been a pretty mad practical joke if I didn't knock myself out."
Everyone smiled at this and hugged me more, god they're acting like retards, did they honestly think that I was going to die?
"Hey Billie... " I smirked as he looked up at me.
"Yeah?"
"You know I'm gonna have to beat the shit out of u for wanting to do that to me."
***
After the retarded doctor announced that he knew I was going to be fine and checked that my head wasn't going to fall off or anything, I was allowed to go.
We all went straight to Billie's place to "celebrate" the fact that I wasn't dead.
Bella's P.O.V
About 3 hours later, to say we were drunk, was one hell of an understatement.
Mike had passed out lying over the edge of the kitchen sink, Tre was passed out upside down in the corner of the bathroom and half the floor was covered in feathers because of the huge pillow fight we had. I guess Tre meant it when he said he going to beat the shit out of Billie Joe.
Billie Joe and I were sitting on the couch trying as hard as we could to focus on the TV screen but we were getting dizzy even when we were just lying still on the couch.
A moment later American Idiot came on the TV. "Hey! Looksh Jillie Boe! Thatsh you!" I yelled as I jumped up and pointed excitedly at the TV screen.
"Hey! It izsh me! Fuck I'm good!" He stated, jumping up and joining me in trying to dance but failing miserably as we crashed into walls and tripped over our own feet.
"Heysh Bella... " Billie Joe pressed his lips softly against mine. After a moment he pulled away and smiled shyly like a 5 year old.
Without thinking (well it was kind of impossible to think considering how drunk I was) I grabbed him and kissed him again. We kept on kissing as we made our way over to couch that didn't have Mike passed out on it.
I snapped back to reality when he slipped his hands under m shirt and began to pull if off.
"Billie J-Joes, No, we shouldn'tsh." I stuttered while he was still slowly pulling my shirt over my head.
"Whys not Bella?" He asked looking kind of hurt. "Doesn't you like me?"
"Billie Joes I do like you, its just tat I've only known you for... " Damn it concentrated takes so much effort when you're this dunk. I started to count on my fingers, "1, 2... ah fuck it... I've only known you for less than a week."
"So?" He asked me before grabbing me and pulling me up against him again. E kept his ands firmly around my back and pressed his lips roughly against mine.
"Billie Joe... I really don't want to... " He kissed me again this time sliding his hands under my shirt.
I didn't really feel that drunk anymore with what was going on... Billie Joe was trying to force me into it... I knew we would both regret it if we did. But Billie Joe was drunk so there was no telling him that. And he was really starting to scare me.
I still felt a bit week and dizzy from all the alcohol I had consumed earlier. I gathered up all the strength I could and pushed him roughly back onto the couch pulling my shirt back down onto my body.
By this time the sun was starting to rise. Yes, Billie Joe and I stayed sober for a lot longer than Tre and Mike, they had been passed out for about 5 hours now.
"What the fuck was that for?!" Billie Joe shouted at me, trying to satnd up but only falling back down on the couch.
I started crying; he was really scaring me now. Hopefully Tre or Mike would wake up soon, but then again they would probably beat the shit out of Billie Joe when they found out what he had done.
"I'm sorry Billie," I sobbed but there was no use apologizing now. He had completely passed out lying back on the couch with his mouth wide open and his feet hanging over the edge.
I sat in the corner and cried my eyes out for about half an hour before I heard foot steps behind me. T was Tre... Oh shit...
"Bella, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" God, he looked like crap... and probably felt worse.
I sobbed and told him the whole story. By the time I had finished explaining he looked absolutely furious and I felt like I was about to pass out; I hadn't slept for 20 hours.
"Don't get mad at him though Tre, he was drunk and I don't blame him so you shouldn't" I looked up at Tre as I said this, he looked very doubtful about it but decide that if I wasn't mad at Billie Joe then he shouldn't be either.
Tre wrapped his arms around me and rocked me back and fourth as I continued to sob into his shoulder. After I had been crying for another 10 minutes Tre gently put his hand under my chin and lifted my face up. I looked into his eyes and was pretty much hypnotized, and I'm not gonna blame this one on the alcohol either.
Just as he opened his mouth to say something I covered his lips with mine...
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