Waiting, chapter 1

"I sit around and watch the tube, but nothing's on.
I change the channels for an hour or two.
Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit, I'm sick of all the same old shit.
In a house with unlocked doors and I'm fucking lazy."

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"C'mon, guys, let me out already!! You know I don't like small spaces..." I called from inside Billie's locker, which I was locked inside of. The rest of them, Mike, Billie, Tré, and Caitlyn, were standing outside of it, laughing and joking about random things. "Pleeeaaassseee?"
"Oh, fine," Billie gave in, opening the locker and letting me out. I tripped over his outstretched leg, landing on Mike and sending us both to the ground with a loud thud.
"Ow, damnit!" Mike groaned from under me, holding his head with his hand and pushing me off him roughly. I brushed myself off and stood up, sticking my tongue out at Billie playfully. "You're heavy when you fall on people!!"
"Yeah, well you weren't exactly a comfy landing mister Pritchard," I teased, grinning as Mike looked at me in annoyance.
"Let's get going, if we get out without any teachers spotting us we can say we were all at home sick," Caitlyn suggested. We followed her quietly through the hallways that led to the entrance of the school, and sneaked out as quickly as we could. Once we were in the clear, everyone spread out, taking in the beautiful summer weather. The sky adorned white, fluffy clouds that seemed to roll by without a care in the world. The sun was bright in the sky, and I smirked as Billie instinctively put on his shades.
"So, where should we go? Sev and then the park maybe?" Tré asked, dragging a stick along the side of a fence as we walked through downtown Rodeo.
"Yeah, sure. I can't think of anything I'd rather do..." Billie said, stretching out his arms and, out of nowhere, slowly placing one of them around Caitlyn's shoulders. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she smiled, and leaned into Billie slightly as we continued walking. Mike, Tré and I exchanged amused smirks behind their backs, grinning to ourselves as we walked towards seven eleven.
Once inside the store, Tré let out his wild side, and started screaming at the top of his lungs, "I WANT SOME FUCKING CANDY, NOOOOWWWWW!!!"
Mike smacked him over the head, proceeding to the coffee section of the convenience store. Tré glared at him, but continued with squealing loudly as he sped into the candy aisle and started grabbing handfuls of candies at a time, stuffing them into his mouth. Billie led Caitlyn, whom he still had his arm around, to the slurpee section to get drinks for themselves, leaving me standing in the middle of the store awkwardly.
"Erin, you fucktard, get your ass over here! They have those little sugary coke bottles you like!!" Tré said loudly, grinning as I skipped over to where he was standing, stepping on the fallen candies scattered on the ground all around his feet. He handed me a fistful of coke bottles, and stuffed another fistful into his own mouth, which was already full of half-chewed candy. I grinned, stuffing mine into my pocket and grabbing some cherry flavored candies to stuff my face with.
"Hey, stop that! You punks better get out of here now, or I'm calling the cops!!" the clerk threatened hesitantly, and I could tell he was scared of us. Tré flipped him off while stuffing some sour soothers into his mouth with his other hand, handing me some gummy bears while he made a huge mess out of the candy boxes.
"C'mon dude, he's harmless. Just let me pay for this latte and we'll go—"
"Oh, no, don't even think about it!! I'm calling the police; now get out of my store! And stop pouring those slurpees everywhere!!" the clerk interrupted Mike, glaring at Billie and Caitlyn as they threw full cups of coke slurpee in all directions. Mike sighed, and said, "C'mon, Billie. I think he's serious. Just grab your slurpees and let's go."
Billie rolled his eyes, leaning into Caitlyn as they grabbed their slurpees and left the store. Mike looked at me expectantly, following Billie out after I nodded understandingly. I stuffed one more handful of coke bottles into my pocket before grabbing Tré's arm and pulling him toward the door.
"Aww, candy pillaging time is over already?" Tré whined, giving me puppy dog eyes and pulling on my arm in an attempt to stop me. I hated it when he did that; it was so cute. I used it all the time on Caitlyn whenever I wanted something from her.
"Yeah, but I grabbed some extras for you. C'mon! Or Mike'll kick your ass again," I said, grinning as we both dashed out of the store with candies flying out of our pockets, and Tré's mouth.
Once we reached the park, Tré and I took spots on the swing set, Mike sat on the wooden border of the sandbox, and Billie sat on the grass, surprisingly with Caitlyn on his lap.
"What the hell happened? All of a sudden you're like, fucking each other!" Tré said, smirking as Billie glared at him coldly.
"No, we're just having... some fun, or whatever... " Billie said, trailing off as everyone but Caitlyn grinned at him suggestively. "What?!"
"Oh, nothing... " Mike said, smiling as he took a sip of his latte. I handed Tré a couple coke bottles, which he started to eat quickly, in exchange for his... shoe.
"Oh, wait a minute, you can't trade me stolen candy for your shoe!! That's not fair! I can't eat your shoe. Even if I tried, it wouldn't taste very good, 'cause your feet smell almost as bad as mine," I said pathetically, but continued holding his shoe as he ate the rest of the candy I handed to him.
"Well if you want your candy back, you'll have to get it yourself," Tré said slyly, opening his mouth wide to reveal a bunch of chewed up, slimy candies. I grinned, and without hesitating I stuffing my hand into his mouth and took a handful of gooey candy out into my hand. Mike shot me a disgusted look, and Tré just looked at me, his eyebrow raised curiously.
"I can see you'd be good at dares... wanna play, uhh, dare or dare?" Tré asked stupidly, smiling innocently as I thought over what he said carefully. Dare or dare? What the hell?
"Yeah, sure! Okay, you dare me, then I dare you." I said, grinning as he nodded in agreement.
"Okay, let's see... I dare you to eat the candy you just took out of my mouth!" Tré said. I nodded, stuffing the saliva-covered candy into my mouth and chewing it slowly, just to gross out Mike more than he already was.
"Oh, come on! You guys are sick bastards, if you ask me... " Mike said, giving us both horrified looks. I slowly swallowed the candy, licking my lips and smirking at Tré who was staring at me intently.
"I guess that's what it would be like kissing you, huh?" I teased, puckering my lips and making kissing gestures at Tré.
"Alright, you win that round. Now dare me!!" Tré said excitedly, squirming in his swing like a little kid.
"Okay, I dare you to give Mike a frenchie!" I dared, saying it quietly enough so only Tré could hear me. He looked at me suspiciously for a moment, before nodding and slowly getting up out of his seat. He tiptoed over to Mike, who was drinking his coffee, and suddenly jumped on him, their lips colliding roughly. I watched, laughing, as Mike dropped his coffee in surprise and was knocked over, Tré on his stomach, kissing the shit out of the poor guy. As soon as it began, it was over, and Tré leapt off of Mike and back to his swing, leaving Mike lying on the ground, eyes wide with surprise.
"Did that really just happen?" he asked, not moving from his spread-eagled position on the playground gravel.
"Yep!" I laughed, watching as Mike sat up and spat violently at the ground, trying to get every drop of spit out of his mouth.
"Fucking perverted shit head... " Mike spat, washing his mouth out with what remained of his spilled coffee. Without meaning to I turned to Billie and Caitlyn, who were kissing. ... wait, they were KISSING! Holy shit, they were kissing! My two best friends were making out right in front of us!
"Whooooaaaaa, where the FUCK did that come from?!" I exclaimed, noticing that Billie's hand was inching it's way up Caitlyn's back under her shirt. Tré smirked perversely, which was really creepy considering it was over Caitlyn and Billie, and Mike looked at them in shock after he had finished spitting his coffee all over the ground. After a moment of continuing their kiss, they broke apart and looked at us angrily.
"What the fuck, guys? Can't we get some privacy here? Stop staring at us!" Caitlyn cried, both of them breathing heavily and holding each other closely. Yeah, that was a bit too much for me.
"Okay, PLEASE just answer this one question: since when did you guys like each other? You were nearly riding each other in the middle of a fucking playground!" Mike asked, eyes wide with surprise at what we were witnessing.
"What, is there something wrong with this? Okay, fine, we've 'liked' each other for a while. But we didn't tell you because this is exactly how you'd react!!" Billie explained, tightening his hold on Caitlyn slightly. I giggled quietly, and so did Tré, and Mike snorted indignantly as he stood up from his position on the gravel.
"Well, I'm gonna go home. I need to hurl a few times before I can get this Tré taste out of my mouth. Shots at Billie's tonight?" Mike said, kicking his coffee cup away and brushing himself off.
"Yeah, sure. Just as long as Tré doesn't puke on my TV again," Billie replied, and I watched as Mike walked away in the direction of Billie's house. For the past year or so Mike had been living in Billie's garage, which made band practices really convenient. Tré was still at his father's house, and Caitlyn and I were currently... well, we really didn't have anywhere to go. I had run away from home when I was twelve, and Caitlyn's adoptive parents abandoned her. We were lucky to have each other, and the guys, back then. Every few nights we'd switch between staying at Billie's house and Tré's house, and occasionally we'd stay at Laurie's house, which was down the street from Tré's. He was the head of Lookout! Records, and Tré used to be the drummer in his band. Now, however, Tré was with Billie and Mike in Green Day. But Laurie didn't seem to mind at all, and was planning on recording them sometime soon.
I noticed Billie and Caitlyn had started kissing again, so I got up from my swing and looked at Tré.
"Can I go to your house? I'd rather not be at Billie's while he's getting it on with Caitlyn, and Mike's puking his brains out all over the place," I asked, giving him puppy dog eyes and fluttering my eyelashes.
"Yeah, sure. Let's go now, I don't wanna be here when a bunch of little kids walk by and see two sixteen year olds having sex on their playground," Tré said, shivering at the thought. So we headed towards Tré's house, a trail of stolen candies scattered about behind us.