Chumps And Chumpettes, chapter 18
I jumped on the sofa next to Billie Joe, and he kissed me on the forehead.
"Can we watch a DVD?" I asked him.
"Aw, alright then." He replied, ruffling my hair gently.
"It's my turn to choose a film!" I squealed.
"Okay then, but just don't choose anything crappy."
"I never choose anything crappy!"
"Do too! What about that time you chose that really bad one... What was it, 'Mean Girls' or something?"
"What's even more crappy is the fact that you have it in you house."
"It's Mike's, I swear!" He said putting his hand over his heart.
"Whatever." I said, grinning. I got up off the sofa and bent down on the floor to sift through the DVD pile. "How about... Signs?" I inquired.
"But... It's so very predictable!"
"How can you call it predictable in any way whatsoever?"
"I don't wanna watch it!"
"Okaaay... How about Harry Potter?"
"Which one?"
"The first."
"Alright! Yeah, put it on!" Billie whooped with joy. I sighed and put it in the player.
As the opening music started up, we moved in closer and hugged tight.
When the film had finished, I looked up at him for a while. He was sleeping soundly. I smiled and continued to gaze at his features, studying his soft jaw line and outlined eyes. In the soft glow of the dimmed lights, he looked even more handsome than usual.
"Please stop staring at me while I'm trying to sleep." Billie murmured.
"How the hell did you know?" I asked, bashing him with a pillow.
"I had my eyes open a little bit." He said, returning the favour with a slightly larger pillow.
"That's not fair." I said, hitting his head with the pillow. "Hey, you got eyeliner on my cushion. And hair gel."
"So that means you not only screwed up my eyeliner, but my hair too?"
"Well, it hasn't changed much."
"Hmph." Billie said.
Suddenly, we both heard the doorbell ring and we swung round.
"Did you order a pizza or something?" Billie asked me.
"After that big meal we just had? No way." I replied, shaking my head fiercely.
"Right. I wonder what it could be then?"
"Dunno. Maybe it's a teenie."
"Don't even joke about such things." He said seriously.
"Okay, I understand." I said.
"I'll go get it." Billie said, and he got up and went to the door.
I amused myself by reading a discarded magazine.
Billie soon came back, with a pale face.
"Who was it?" I asked, worried.
"Oh, it was no one." He answered hurriedly.
"Okay." I said. I suddenly caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. It was Billie's hand putting something in his pocket.
"I think I'm going to go to bed now." Billie said.
"It's pretty early though."
"I know, I'm quite tired."
"Okay. See you in the morning."
"G'night." He muttered and made his way up the stairs.
"Night." I replied.
I knew something was wrong, and it had something to do with whatever he slipped in his pocket. I had to find out what it was.
"Can we watch a DVD?" I asked him.
"Aw, alright then." He replied, ruffling my hair gently.
"It's my turn to choose a film!" I squealed.
"Okay then, but just don't choose anything crappy."
"I never choose anything crappy!"
"Do too! What about that time you chose that really bad one... What was it, 'Mean Girls' or something?"
"What's even more crappy is the fact that you have it in you house."
"It's Mike's, I swear!" He said putting his hand over his heart.
"Whatever." I said, grinning. I got up off the sofa and bent down on the floor to sift through the DVD pile. "How about... Signs?" I inquired.
"But... It's so very predictable!"
"How can you call it predictable in any way whatsoever?"
"I don't wanna watch it!"
"Okaaay... How about Harry Potter?"
"Which one?"
"The first."
"Alright! Yeah, put it on!" Billie whooped with joy. I sighed and put it in the player.
As the opening music started up, we moved in closer and hugged tight.
When the film had finished, I looked up at him for a while. He was sleeping soundly. I smiled and continued to gaze at his features, studying his soft jaw line and outlined eyes. In the soft glow of the dimmed lights, he looked even more handsome than usual.
"Please stop staring at me while I'm trying to sleep." Billie murmured.
"How the hell did you know?" I asked, bashing him with a pillow.
"I had my eyes open a little bit." He said, returning the favour with a slightly larger pillow.
"That's not fair." I said, hitting his head with the pillow. "Hey, you got eyeliner on my cushion. And hair gel."
"So that means you not only screwed up my eyeliner, but my hair too?"
"Well, it hasn't changed much."
"Hmph." Billie said.
Suddenly, we both heard the doorbell ring and we swung round.
"Did you order a pizza or something?" Billie asked me.
"After that big meal we just had? No way." I replied, shaking my head fiercely.
"Right. I wonder what it could be then?"
"Dunno. Maybe it's a teenie."
"Don't even joke about such things." He said seriously.
"Okay, I understand." I said.
"I'll go get it." Billie said, and he got up and went to the door.
I amused myself by reading a discarded magazine.
Billie soon came back, with a pale face.
"Who was it?" I asked, worried.
"Oh, it was no one." He answered hurriedly.
"Okay." I said. I suddenly caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. It was Billie's hand putting something in his pocket.
"I think I'm going to go to bed now." Billie said.
"It's pretty early though."
"I know, I'm quite tired."
"Okay. See you in the morning."
"G'night." He muttered and made his way up the stairs.
"Night." I replied.
I knew something was wrong, and it had something to do with whatever he slipped in his pocket. I had to find out what it was.
