A Taste of Fate, chapter 3

*BILLIE JOE'S POV*

Yawning, I got up and began to walk to the bathroom. I made a small groaning noise, stretching my arms toward the ceiling and darting my eyes around to make sure no one was around. Then I ever so casually scratched my balls, which were itchy as hell for some reason. I snickered to myself, picturing it from someone else's point of view. The small chuckle turned into a full on 'laughing my ass off' type of thing, to the point where I fell off the toilet when I sat on it and began rolling on the floor, pounding the ground with my fists. Suddenly I heard someone clear their throat awkwardly from the other side of the door. I froze, my eyes wide.

"Um... Billie Joe?" I heard someone say. Still giggling, I replied

"Yea?" she laughed.

"Can I... come in?" she asked. I heard her lean on the door, sighing impatiently.

"Uh... sure," I replied, quickly pulling my pants up and messing up my hair 'the right way' in the mirror. Kay walked in with an odd smirk on her face and handed me a roll of toilet paper.

"Thought you might need this..." she snickered. I blushed furiously, grabbing it and throwing it behind me quickly, mumbling a

"Thanks." she giggled again, then clearing her throat awkwardly. I looked up at the ceiling, then back down to my feet.

"Uh, sooo... " she half whispered, looking amused.

"What's so goddamn funny?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"Oh... its just... we're in a bathroom...just shooting the shit..." she giggled. I laughed heartily, sitting on the now closed toilet seat. She got a very serious look and turned to me.

"Hey... can I... uh... talk to you maybe?" she asked, looking anxious.

"Sure kid," I replied, smiling. She smiled back, taking a breath.

"Well... I really like Patrick...and I don't know who I can talk to about it," she said. I looked up at her; surprised she was talking to me about this. I then smiled, nodding.

"I can tell...you guys look really good together... I mean really good...I don't know... you don't really look alike, but you just go together...kinda like puzzle pieces."

"Goddamn, you're cheesy," she laughed.

"I know, it's pretty sad," she laughed again, running her hand through her hair.

"But that's how I am too, so it's ok," she shrugged, getting up and putting her hands in her pockets.

"How did you know Adrienne was the one for you?" she suddenly asked, looking thoughtful.

"Well...from the first time I saw her... you just kinda know...it's like those little guys that sit on your shoulder...they tell you," I said, crossing my legs and beginning to swing them.

"I know what you mean..." she replied.

"Yea...it's just a, you know... this feeling... you know how it feels to be in love with someone?" I asked, looking into her eyes intently.

"Definitely," she responded.

"Well...take that feeling and mix it with this feeling of happiness...happiness, so much you're practically drowning in it...this feeling of just amazement... and you just feel like, 'oh god, they're the one,'" she nodded, smiling.

"I can tell he really really likes me too...I mean he was like in a trance, just staring at me," she finished, smiling.

"Can't really blame him, you're pretty awesome for an adolescent," I joked, rubbing her head playfully. Her mouth dropped open.

"How dare you call me a child... you ASS!" she yelled playfully, promptly flipping me off. I laughed with her, opening the door as she walked out.

"Thanks, Billie..." she said, smiling at me again.

"No problem...go talk to him though," I replied, nodding towards him. He was sitting on the couch all alone, staring at Pete and Sam, who were laughing together and smiling. I heard her gasp, and she turned to me with a look of hurt on her face.

"He looks so...sad, incomplete..." she said, frowning. "Damnit, its like I wanna make all his pain just go away..."

"Go talk to him, I guarantee he'll be thrilled. I think he's swooning over you," I replied, giving her a push. She turned around again and smiled at me, waving. I smiled and waved back, watching her sit down next to Patrick. His face immediately broke into a huge smile, and he turned to her, giving her his full attention. They started laughing, touching each other on the arms as they told jokes and talked. I smiled and laughed, going back into the bathroom, but not before grabbing a newspaper.

"Young love..." I muttered to myself.


*BILLY'S POV*

I sighed, walking around the bus and seeing everyone be fucking happy with each other. Kay and Patrick were still talking and laughing, looking like they were having the time of their lives. So were Pete and Sam, and there was apparent chemistry between them too. I sighed again, walking alone into the bathroom to fix my 'problem.'

"Goddamnit, where do they keep the lube in this place?" I muttered, throwing shit out of the cabinets.

"AHA!" I yelled in satisfaction, finding a handy tube of lube in the drawer. As I was having my fun, I heard someone walk by and held my breath, stopping my hand for a second and putting my ear to the door. The footsteps went away quickly, and I gladly continued. I heard a loud, short laugh from Patrick, which made me sigh in frustration.

"Goddamn inconsiderate bastards...I mean come on I'm TRYING to have some fun here!" I grumbled angrily, wiping my dick off and sitting on the toilet. I started to sob quietly. Fuck, I'm pathetic.

"Why does nobody love me?" I cried sadly, to hear a timid knock on the door.

"What?" I said irritably.

"Billy...I love you," I heard Kay whisper softly. She walked in, smiling at me sadly. As I got up, she hugged me tightly, giving me a friendly kiss on the cheek.

"Don't worry about it...you'll find somebody who loves you," she said, giving me a bit of hope.

"You really think so?" I said, looking up hopefully. Smiling, she replied,

"Of course...how could somebody not love you?" my heart suddenly felt lifted, and I hugged her tightly again, causing her to grunt in discomfort.

"Billy... love you and all but... I kinda need to breathe... " she said in a muffled voice. I laughed, thanking her kindly. Suddenly, we heard a sob from behind
us. Kay turned around quickly to see Patrick running away from the door with a hurt expression on his face.

"Shit," Kay mumbled, her face pale.

"I wonder how much of that he just saw... "she said worriedly, giving me a look. I let her go quickly as she ran out.

*KAY'S POV*

I ran quickly over to the trembling lump on the couch that was Patrick. I laid my head on his back, which was shaking with every loud sob. Each one sent a wave of sadness through me.

"Patrick..." I said sadly, trying to make him get up. He finally looked up at me, his face red and tear streaked.

"Why...why...I know you don't belong to me...b-but...we were just..." he said, his lip trembling and his face twisting into another painful sob. I started crying with him, laying my head down next to his and bravely crashing my lips onto his for the first time. He stared at me in shock.

"No... please don't lead me on..." he said, trembling and burying his head into the couch cushions again, hiccupping. I picked his head up again, shaking mine.

"I would never lead anyone on, it's disgusting, sluttish, and horrible." I said sincerely, kissing him sweetly again.

"Billy...he's gay..." I said, between kisses. I looked at him, but before I could do anything, he had captured my mouth in his, tackling me onto the couch as I giggled uncontrollably.

"He just needed some romantic help," I said, out of breath. He put his finger to my mouth, going in for another breathtaking kiss. Five minutes later, we were still making out on the couch, regardless of the many people who kept walking by. Finally we stopped, gasping for breath and red-faced.

"You guys look like you're getting along," Tre said in amusement. I grinned breathlessly, nodding.

"I'll give you lovebirds some privacy," He mumbled, smiling and walking away with a wink and a wave. Patrick turned to me, looking very nervous. I smiled, saying

"How can I help you?" he laughed nervously, scooting a little closer to me. My heart was caught in my throat. Was he about to ask me what I think he was about to ask me? He moved impossibly closer by the second, fumbling for his words. He finally sighed and began to speak softly.

"Can I...can I ask you a question?" he gulped. I smiled softly, nodding. I saw him shake a little, moving closer so our legs were almost touching.

"Well...I like you a lot...I mean, I've never felt this way about anyone before," he said, taking a breath. I leaned closer, saying

"I'm listening." he closed his eyes for a second, apparently trying to muster up some courage.

"I want you to know, no matter what you say, I won't laugh or be a bitch... unless you told me you had like three penises or something" I joked to ease the tension a little. His eyes twinkled a little as he laughed, and he screwed his face up in concentration.

"Ok, I'm just gunna do this before I shit my pants..." he said, making me laugh. Taking another long breath, he quickly said,

"well...I was...uh...wondering...if you'd... bemygirlfriend," he said, wincing. I
responded by connecting our lips and softly pushing him down on the couch again. I felt him sigh happily and continue with the kiss.

"Is that a yes?" he asked hopefully.

"Oh shut up," I replied, laughing and kissing him again. We made out on that couch for who knows how long, and I enjoyed every fucking minute of it. It was a feeling I hadn't had in a long time, when I kissed him. I had only felt it with one other person. It was definitely a special kind of feeling. When we finally decided to stop, we stared at each other in breathless satisfaction. Seeing the adorable look on his face, I tackled him again and went in for another kiss. Taken aback, he giggled and wrapped his warm arms around me gently. After we had once again had enough of kissing, we lay on the couch in each other's arms, watching TV. I sighed, smiling and nuzzling into him as he wrapped his arms around me.
It was the most comfortable silence I had ever been in. the only sounds were other people in the bus talking, coughing, laughing, etc... and the sound of one of us laughing at something on the TV every few seconds. I smiled up at him and slowly kissed his bottom lip, and before I knew it, we were making out again.

"Holy...shit..." I said breathlessly.

"We...have...to...breathe...sometime..." he replied by cupping my face in his hands and kissing me deeply, and goddamnit it never fails to make my heart melt.

"How do you manage to be so damn sweet?" I asked him, breaking the kiss. He shrugged, laying down and patting his stomach invitingly. I gladly accepted, lying down with a happy sigh. He played with my hair absentmindedly as I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I'm tired," I said in a muffled voice. He just ruffled my hair and kissed my ear, making me smile. With great difficulty, I looked up and kissed him deeply.

"God, I love kissing you," I said laughing.

"Me too," he said breathlessly, wrapping his arms around me and returning the kiss passionately. I smiled, my chin on his chest as I looked into his eyes.

"You do know you just said you love kissing yourself," I smirked with a 'what the fuck' kind of face. He laughed, flipping me off playfully. I laughed back, letting my eyes close slowly. I saw him smile and kiss the tip of my nose, whispering

"Sweet dreams" and wrapping his arms around me again.