Chumps And Chumpettes, chapter 12
"Oh come on Tré," I said, frowning. "Me and Billie are together, okay?"
"Like, officially?"
"Well... " I thought about it. "Well, we've kissed. I don't know, but still."
"Please?" He whispered. "It'll be really nice, I promise."
"Tré!" I retorted, pushing him.
"Fine." He replied, and he looked quite pissed off to be honest. He turned to walk away.
"Tré, wait... " I started.
"I wish I had saved you instead of Billie, you know." He said, and with that, he leant in and stole a soft kiss. I didn't even try to stop him.
"Our secret, right?" I whispered.
"Yup." He answered. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got to go and pretend that I can't find you. Bye." He said, and then he saluted and ran off, out of the bushes.
I touched my lips, which were still tingling slightly. I started to panic: What had I done? What would Billie say? I decided that Tré was right, it needs to be kept a secret. And it can't happen again. And it won't.
I heard the three boys gather again just inside the French windows.
"Did either of you guys find her?" I heard Billie ask.
"Nah-uh"
"Nope, sorry." I heard Tré say.
"We've gotta find her! I owe her big time." I heard Billie say.
"Well, we're pretty sure that she isn't in the house... So how about if we... " And then all I could hear was a series of whispers from Mike. I became a little concerned, but was confident that I could outsmart them, whatever they tried to throw at me.
*1 hour later*
"Oh God, I am so bored. And hungry. And thirsty." I muttered to myself. I decided enough was enough. They will have probably eaten all the cream by now anyway. I got out of my hiding place and brushed several leaves off of myself. I walked over to the French windows and pushed, but they were locked.
"Mike? Tré? Billie?"
Behind the windows, I saw all three jump out, and Billie jangled the keys in my face from behind the safety of the glass.
Billie held up a hand written note;
'If you want to come in, you have to accept that you will be creamed. ' It was then signed with all of their names, and there was a picture of a can of whipped cream in the bottom corner.
I banged my hands in frustration against the glass and then shook my head like a child.
Billie smiled and scribbled another note.
'Hope you don't mind rain then' It said.
I looked at him with a sort of: 'How stupid are you? There isn't even a cloud in the sky' look.
Tré laughed evilly and then ran out of the room. I mouthed the word 'what? ' at Billie and Mike, but they just smiled smugly.
Then the sprinklers started up, at full blast, and swept towards me.
I banged on the windows again, and then sighed in defeat.
I shrugged; better water than cream.
Billie frowned and rubbed his chin, pondering. Mike whispered something in his ear and Billie smiled and wrote on another piece of paper.
'You realize there's no food out there, right? You're not coming in until you let me win'
I thought about it for a second... No food? Damn... I was hungry. And at least cream was food.
"Fine" I mouthed, and Billie cupped his hand to his ear, as if to say 'I can't hear you'. "FINE!" I yelled at the top of my voice and he opened the windows and smiled.
"Tré, turn off the sprinklers." Billie said.
I glared at him and folded my arms together. "I want food now."
Tré handed me a slice of bread.
"Go and sit down in the living room." Mike said, pointing. With a sigh, I walked slowly towards the living room and flopped onto the sofa.
"Let's get this over with, please!" I shouted towards the kitchen.
"With pleasure." Billie said, jumping out from behind the doorframe and squirting cream at me. With a squeal, I curled up in a ball and covered my face with a cushion. Soon, I felt the cushion being ripped from my grasp, and Tré and Mike each held down an arm while Billie proceeded to cover my face and hair with whipped cream. I tried desperately to wiggle away from the nozzle, but damn, they were pretty strong.
All the time, Billie was muttering: "I'll teach you to muck up my eyeliner with whipped cream."
"No one gets away with that!" Shouted Mike.
Tré hooted like a monkey and occasionally laughed sinisterly.
"Billie! Stop it! I'll get you for this!" I yelled, my voice muffled by the cream.
"Billie! I'll get your teddy bear! I know where he is!"
Billie looked shocked for a second and then signaled to Mike and Tré to stop hooting. He leant in close to my now cream covered face and whispered; "How do you know about Cuddles?"
"Oh, I know, Billie Joe Armstrong." I said, looking him in his fearful eyes.
I squirmed out of Mike and Tré's grip while they were still looking confused and ran towards the bathroom.
I tried to wash some of the cream out of my hair, but it was stubbornly staying sticky.
With a sigh, I looked up at my reflection, and I wondered what was going to happen to me.
"Like, officially?"
"Well... " I thought about it. "Well, we've kissed. I don't know, but still."
"Please?" He whispered. "It'll be really nice, I promise."
"Tré!" I retorted, pushing him.
"Fine." He replied, and he looked quite pissed off to be honest. He turned to walk away.
"Tré, wait... " I started.
"I wish I had saved you instead of Billie, you know." He said, and with that, he leant in and stole a soft kiss. I didn't even try to stop him.
"Our secret, right?" I whispered.
"Yup." He answered. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got to go and pretend that I can't find you. Bye." He said, and then he saluted and ran off, out of the bushes.
I touched my lips, which were still tingling slightly. I started to panic: What had I done? What would Billie say? I decided that Tré was right, it needs to be kept a secret. And it can't happen again. And it won't.
I heard the three boys gather again just inside the French windows.
"Did either of you guys find her?" I heard Billie ask.
"Nah-uh"
"Nope, sorry." I heard Tré say.
"We've gotta find her! I owe her big time." I heard Billie say.
"Well, we're pretty sure that she isn't in the house... So how about if we... " And then all I could hear was a series of whispers from Mike. I became a little concerned, but was confident that I could outsmart them, whatever they tried to throw at me.
*1 hour later*
"Oh God, I am so bored. And hungry. And thirsty." I muttered to myself. I decided enough was enough. They will have probably eaten all the cream by now anyway. I got out of my hiding place and brushed several leaves off of myself. I walked over to the French windows and pushed, but they were locked.
"Mike? Tré? Billie?"
Behind the windows, I saw all three jump out, and Billie jangled the keys in my face from behind the safety of the glass.
Billie held up a hand written note;
'If you want to come in, you have to accept that you will be creamed. ' It was then signed with all of their names, and there was a picture of a can of whipped cream in the bottom corner.
I banged my hands in frustration against the glass and then shook my head like a child.
Billie smiled and scribbled another note.
'Hope you don't mind rain then' It said.
I looked at him with a sort of: 'How stupid are you? There isn't even a cloud in the sky' look.
Tré laughed evilly and then ran out of the room. I mouthed the word 'what? ' at Billie and Mike, but they just smiled smugly.
Then the sprinklers started up, at full blast, and swept towards me.
I banged on the windows again, and then sighed in defeat.
I shrugged; better water than cream.
Billie frowned and rubbed his chin, pondering. Mike whispered something in his ear and Billie smiled and wrote on another piece of paper.
'You realize there's no food out there, right? You're not coming in until you let me win'
I thought about it for a second... No food? Damn... I was hungry. And at least cream was food.
"Fine" I mouthed, and Billie cupped his hand to his ear, as if to say 'I can't hear you'. "FINE!" I yelled at the top of my voice and he opened the windows and smiled.
"Tré, turn off the sprinklers." Billie said.
I glared at him and folded my arms together. "I want food now."
Tré handed me a slice of bread.
"Go and sit down in the living room." Mike said, pointing. With a sigh, I walked slowly towards the living room and flopped onto the sofa.
"Let's get this over with, please!" I shouted towards the kitchen.
"With pleasure." Billie said, jumping out from behind the doorframe and squirting cream at me. With a squeal, I curled up in a ball and covered my face with a cushion. Soon, I felt the cushion being ripped from my grasp, and Tré and Mike each held down an arm while Billie proceeded to cover my face and hair with whipped cream. I tried desperately to wiggle away from the nozzle, but damn, they were pretty strong.
All the time, Billie was muttering: "I'll teach you to muck up my eyeliner with whipped cream."
"No one gets away with that!" Shouted Mike.
Tré hooted like a monkey and occasionally laughed sinisterly.
"Billie! Stop it! I'll get you for this!" I yelled, my voice muffled by the cream.
"Billie! I'll get your teddy bear! I know where he is!"
Billie looked shocked for a second and then signaled to Mike and Tré to stop hooting. He leant in close to my now cream covered face and whispered; "How do you know about Cuddles?"
"Oh, I know, Billie Joe Armstrong." I said, looking him in his fearful eyes.
I squirmed out of Mike and Tré's grip while they were still looking confused and ran towards the bathroom.
I tried to wash some of the cream out of my hair, but it was stubbornly staying sticky.
With a sigh, I looked up at my reflection, and I wondered what was going to happen to me.
