Running Away With Billie Joe, chapter 7
The next morning, we woke up and got into our very first fight.
Billie was now deciding against building a house. He claimed that if we started a new life, someone will eventually find out.
“Billie Joe Armstrong,� I looked deep into his eyes, “...I promise you that no-one would find out about us. We are on a vacant beach and no-one knows that we’re here.�
“NO! I’m not doing it!� he shouted. That was the first time that he shouted at me. It made me feel unwanted and alone. Tears started to roll down my cheeks.
“Oh, god, I’m sorry.� he said and made his way over to hug me but I slapped his hands away. I wasn’t that easy!
“Billie, I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to leave this. We live in a barn. I’m 14 now. When we met I was 13. That much time as gone by. I sick and tired of living here and ‘keeping a low profile’ and damnit, if you’re not going to agree with me, then I’ll just have to...� but I stopped myself. I was about to say that I’d leave him. I didn’t want to see his face when I said that. I ran out the door and walked out to the water. I walked out to the shallow end and stood there, sobbing. I thought about leaving him before, but it has never been tried. I guess I was in love with him. Over the past months, I had just been telling him that I loved him whenever he said it first. But this was the first time that I had ever admitted it to myself. Billie Joe came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. His cold touch made me shiver.
“If you want to leave, you can.� he said. I didn’t answer. I needed time to think about what I was going to say to him. “If you don’t love me, just say it.� he tried again. I turned around and hugged him as tightly as I could.
“I do love you, Billie Joe, I do!� I said. He put his arms around me and kissed my forehead. That was the first time in a long time that he kissed me somewhere on my face. Even when I was pregnant, he only kissed my stomach.
“Come on. Let’s go back in the house.�
By noon, we drove out to the town to pick up a few things. And you would of never guessed who we saw there. Adrienne! Adrienne as in Adie (80)! Adrienne as in Billie Joe’s wife, Adrienne! It turns out that she was visiting her sister that lived in the next town over. Billie Joe told me to wait in the car, so I did. I guessed that they talked about what happened to make Adie want to leave him. I knew that he was still in love with her, maybe more than me, and knew that nothing would change that.
15 minutes later, Billie came back to car. I could tell that he was fustrated and angry, so I didn’t bother to ask.
That night, Billie came up to me, which I was sitting next to the camp fire, didn’t say anything, just started kissing me randomly. He got on top of me, and pulled off his shirt. Then he kissed my neck a buch of times, really started to slobber on me. He ripped off my shirt (literally! I know that it’s a bit cliche but it happened.) He started licking my boobs and stomach. It tickled a little, but I didn’t mind, and I started to laugh. He picked up his head, folded his arms, and rested on top of my chest. He just looked at me with this sexy, i-want-you stare. I laughed even louder and went back to kissing me. (Now, the last time we had sex, I ended up being pregnant, so we learned from our mistakes and were well protected now.)
Billie was now deciding against building a house. He claimed that if we started a new life, someone will eventually find out.
“Billie Joe Armstrong,� I looked deep into his eyes, “...I promise you that no-one would find out about us. We are on a vacant beach and no-one knows that we’re here.�
“NO! I’m not doing it!� he shouted. That was the first time that he shouted at me. It made me feel unwanted and alone. Tears started to roll down my cheeks.
“Oh, god, I’m sorry.� he said and made his way over to hug me but I slapped his hands away. I wasn’t that easy!
“Billie, I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to leave this. We live in a barn. I’m 14 now. When we met I was 13. That much time as gone by. I sick and tired of living here and ‘keeping a low profile’ and damnit, if you’re not going to agree with me, then I’ll just have to...� but I stopped myself. I was about to say that I’d leave him. I didn’t want to see his face when I said that. I ran out the door and walked out to the water. I walked out to the shallow end and stood there, sobbing. I thought about leaving him before, but it has never been tried. I guess I was in love with him. Over the past months, I had just been telling him that I loved him whenever he said it first. But this was the first time that I had ever admitted it to myself. Billie Joe came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. His cold touch made me shiver.
“If you want to leave, you can.� he said. I didn’t answer. I needed time to think about what I was going to say to him. “If you don’t love me, just say it.� he tried again. I turned around and hugged him as tightly as I could.
“I do love you, Billie Joe, I do!� I said. He put his arms around me and kissed my forehead. That was the first time in a long time that he kissed me somewhere on my face. Even when I was pregnant, he only kissed my stomach.
“Come on. Let’s go back in the house.�
By noon, we drove out to the town to pick up a few things. And you would of never guessed who we saw there. Adrienne! Adrienne as in Adie (80)! Adrienne as in Billie Joe’s wife, Adrienne! It turns out that she was visiting her sister that lived in the next town over. Billie Joe told me to wait in the car, so I did. I guessed that they talked about what happened to make Adie want to leave him. I knew that he was still in love with her, maybe more than me, and knew that nothing would change that.
15 minutes later, Billie came back to car. I could tell that he was fustrated and angry, so I didn’t bother to ask.
That night, Billie came up to me, which I was sitting next to the camp fire, didn’t say anything, just started kissing me randomly. He got on top of me, and pulled off his shirt. Then he kissed my neck a buch of times, really started to slobber on me. He ripped off my shirt (literally! I know that it’s a bit cliche but it happened.) He started licking my boobs and stomach. It tickled a little, but I didn’t mind, and I started to laugh. He picked up his head, folded his arms, and rested on top of my chest. He just looked at me with this sexy, i-want-you stare. I laughed even louder and went back to kissing me. (Now, the last time we had sex, I ended up being pregnant, so we learned from our mistakes and were well protected now.)
