Life In Paradise, chapter 5
So I followed Billie Joe into the “bathroom� and sat on the toilet seat! He as looking into the mirror. I couldn’t understand what he was so pissed about, but he took my hand and lead me out of there! He was walking pretty fast and nearly pulled my arm out of the socket! We got back into my car and drove off. I didn’t bother to ask him why he wanted to run away like that! It was to no use! And I knew how much he hated it when I asked to many questions. It’s so funny how I’ve only been dating him for two weeks and know so much about him! He was in love with me and I in love with him! Like Romeo and Juliet! But, our parents don’t hate each other and we don’t kill ourselves in the end! Well, at least I don’t think so...
“I can’t believe that they did that! After I told them not to!� he sounded so pissed. I wanted to calm him down so that he wouldn’t do anything stupid.
“What?� I asked quietly.
“Nevermind.� he replied, but started up again, “it’s just that they just had to buy drugs and drinks and had to have a concert over there. Right where the police could find them!� I didn’t understand just what he meant, but obviously it wasn’t to smart to do what they did, whatever that might be. He looked at me with this longing look and grabbed my hand. But, he wasn’t watching the road! We heard a loud beeping and looked up. A pair of circular lights were coming at us. Billie Joe tried to swerve around but the pair of lights (which turned out to be a delivery truck for UPS or something) hit us and the car turned all the way around and hit the wall of a store. I banged my head on the glass and that was the last thing that I could remember.
I woke up pleasantly in a hospital bed. I was so relieved to see Billie Joe standing by my bed waiting for me to wake up. He ran up and hugged me as my eyes opened. Mike and Tre and a few other guys I didn’t know were standing or sitting in the room. All eyes were watching me, just seeing if I was gonna pass out again. I found out later that the other guys were residents of the warehouse were Billie Mike and Tre lived. They lived in there with them and had little bands of their own. Billie apologized to me like a b’jillion times when I finally told him to stop. The room was crowded with flowers from Hazel, Tiff, Daniella (would you look at that, one of my character’s name is Daniella! Just like my fan, but with a diff spelling or something), Billie, Mike, and Tre! The other guys were just there for Billie and Me and condoled us. I was out for a full twenty-four hours and Billie jadn’t left my side since the accident. He wasn’t hurt badly, just a broken arm and a few scratches on his cheek. Well, to me he was hurt badly, but to him it was “nothing.�
About three days later the hospital let me out. I had both arms broken and had to have a breathing thing-ee because my lungs were stabbed with the glass from the windshield. I was able to walk, but Billie Joe asked for a wheelchair so that he could push me around. As for him, he wasn’t able to play his guitar, which he was completely pissed about, but didn’t complain. All he would say is that he is “so lucky that I didn’t die!� he carried me around the house, like up and down the stairs that let out into the livingroom from the kitchen. He would carry me to my bed, which was on the first floor so that I could walk, but he insisted on carrying me! Every night he would hold me close to him and not let go. Whenever he felt that I needed him, like, for instants, making a cup of coffee, which I could do perfectly, he would just do everything for me. It’s like having a slave (no I’m not considering him my slave boy!) that knows what you want ahead of time! He would even assist me in the bathroom, and I hate to say it, but I surely didn’t need him in there! Colour me embarrassed! But I understood that he was just trying to help out because he felt guilty about the accident. He would rarely go back to the warehouse, and when he did, it was for the guys or to pack more clothes for staying over night. Mike and Tre came over to “babysit� me once, which I didn’t quite like, and neither did they. I knew that they felt as if I was pulling Billie away from them, so I decided to talk to them about it.
“Look, I know that you don’t like me because Billie is spending so much time with me, and I fully understand, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.� I confessed.
“No, we are perfectly fine.� Mike said with a smile as he dat down to watch t.v. I was so sure that he was faking it, but didn’t bother. They knew that I was there if they wanted to talk, so I would let them come to me. And I was so happy when Tre said something. I was sitting at the kitchen table and he came up to get beer. He walked over to me and sat down.
“Hey, I understand that you need Billie right now because of the...� but I cut him off.
“I don’t need Billie that much. He babies me like, well...a baby!�
“Yeah, so anyway, I was just wondering if you could get him to call more. It makes the group feel better if he calls. Then we know that he hasn’t run away again.�
“Ran away?� I asked confused.
“Yeah, when you guys like first started dating, he ran away from us and from you. He just needed to be alone. And since he realized he loved you, he’s stuck around more. He used to run away all the time.�
“All the time?�
“Yeah, it just one of those things where he needs to be alone. You know, clear his head, get his mind off of music for a while.�
“Oh.� I said and Tre walked back down stairs and sat back down on the couch. I escaped (that’s how hard it is to get out of) from my wheelchair and walked into my room, sat down on the bed and wrote. I just wrote my mind down on paper. It was a song about a kid that is like Billie, runs away all the time, and has a hard time cooping with things. Then I wrote a part two, saying how he’s accepted who he is. It had such a nice melody to it.
When Billie got back, Mike and Tre left. Billie’s arm wasn’t in full recovery, but he sawed off the cast anyway. He went into my room.
“Hey babe.� wow, he never called me “babe� before. Well it was about time!
“Hi! Hey, could you play this song on my guitar?� I asked handing him my newly written song.
“Yeah sure!� he answered taking it from my hands. He picked up my guitar from the corner and tuned it a bit. It started the song started to sing the words that were written down on that paper. The song flowed through the air. His voice was so sweet and it soothed my mind. The words were so well written and the song fit Billie’s description so. After the song was done, Billie put the guitar down and laid down on the bed with me. He kissed my forehead took off his shirt. My cast on my left arm accidently hit him in the head and he both started to giggle. He kissed my neck like a thousand times eventually moved his way down, taking off my shirt, to my cleavage. (It’s funny! Me and my friend Jenn were just talking about how she was showing off her cleavage so that reminded me of her. Oh, by the way, that was an Author’s Note!) He took off my pants and underwear, kissing me...well, down there. Then he kneeled on his knees and put my foot on his shoulder, kissing my calves and toes. It tickled and I tried my hardest not to laugh, but I couldn’t resist. He started to laugh too and crawled back over me. He just looked into my eyes. Okay, so forget what I said before about “not letting love consume me� that’s a bunch of bullshit at this moment. I knew that this would be the era of a new beginning for me. Everybody I know have always hated every single boyfriend and now everybody I know loves Billie.
“I can’t believe that they did that! After I told them not to!� he sounded so pissed. I wanted to calm him down so that he wouldn’t do anything stupid.
“What?� I asked quietly.
“Nevermind.� he replied, but started up again, “it’s just that they just had to buy drugs and drinks and had to have a concert over there. Right where the police could find them!� I didn’t understand just what he meant, but obviously it wasn’t to smart to do what they did, whatever that might be. He looked at me with this longing look and grabbed my hand. But, he wasn’t watching the road! We heard a loud beeping and looked up. A pair of circular lights were coming at us. Billie Joe tried to swerve around but the pair of lights (which turned out to be a delivery truck for UPS or something) hit us and the car turned all the way around and hit the wall of a store. I banged my head on the glass and that was the last thing that I could remember.
I woke up pleasantly in a hospital bed. I was so relieved to see Billie Joe standing by my bed waiting for me to wake up. He ran up and hugged me as my eyes opened. Mike and Tre and a few other guys I didn’t know were standing or sitting in the room. All eyes were watching me, just seeing if I was gonna pass out again. I found out later that the other guys were residents of the warehouse were Billie Mike and Tre lived. They lived in there with them and had little bands of their own. Billie apologized to me like a b’jillion times when I finally told him to stop. The room was crowded with flowers from Hazel, Tiff, Daniella (would you look at that, one of my character’s name is Daniella! Just like my fan, but with a diff spelling or something), Billie, Mike, and Tre! The other guys were just there for Billie and Me and condoled us. I was out for a full twenty-four hours and Billie jadn’t left my side since the accident. He wasn’t hurt badly, just a broken arm and a few scratches on his cheek. Well, to me he was hurt badly, but to him it was “nothing.�
About three days later the hospital let me out. I had both arms broken and had to have a breathing thing-ee because my lungs were stabbed with the glass from the windshield. I was able to walk, but Billie Joe asked for a wheelchair so that he could push me around. As for him, he wasn’t able to play his guitar, which he was completely pissed about, but didn’t complain. All he would say is that he is “so lucky that I didn’t die!� he carried me around the house, like up and down the stairs that let out into the livingroom from the kitchen. He would carry me to my bed, which was on the first floor so that I could walk, but he insisted on carrying me! Every night he would hold me close to him and not let go. Whenever he felt that I needed him, like, for instants, making a cup of coffee, which I could do perfectly, he would just do everything for me. It’s like having a slave (no I’m not considering him my slave boy!) that knows what you want ahead of time! He would even assist me in the bathroom, and I hate to say it, but I surely didn’t need him in there! Colour me embarrassed! But I understood that he was just trying to help out because he felt guilty about the accident. He would rarely go back to the warehouse, and when he did, it was for the guys or to pack more clothes for staying over night. Mike and Tre came over to “babysit� me once, which I didn’t quite like, and neither did they. I knew that they felt as if I was pulling Billie away from them, so I decided to talk to them about it.
“Look, I know that you don’t like me because Billie is spending so much time with me, and I fully understand, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.� I confessed.
“No, we are perfectly fine.� Mike said with a smile as he dat down to watch t.v. I was so sure that he was faking it, but didn’t bother. They knew that I was there if they wanted to talk, so I would let them come to me. And I was so happy when Tre said something. I was sitting at the kitchen table and he came up to get beer. He walked over to me and sat down.
“Hey, I understand that you need Billie right now because of the...� but I cut him off.
“I don’t need Billie that much. He babies me like, well...a baby!�
“Yeah, so anyway, I was just wondering if you could get him to call more. It makes the group feel better if he calls. Then we know that he hasn’t run away again.�
“Ran away?� I asked confused.
“Yeah, when you guys like first started dating, he ran away from us and from you. He just needed to be alone. And since he realized he loved you, he’s stuck around more. He used to run away all the time.�
“All the time?�
“Yeah, it just one of those things where he needs to be alone. You know, clear his head, get his mind off of music for a while.�
“Oh.� I said and Tre walked back down stairs and sat back down on the couch. I escaped (that’s how hard it is to get out of) from my wheelchair and walked into my room, sat down on the bed and wrote. I just wrote my mind down on paper. It was a song about a kid that is like Billie, runs away all the time, and has a hard time cooping with things. Then I wrote a part two, saying how he’s accepted who he is. It had such a nice melody to it.
When Billie got back, Mike and Tre left. Billie’s arm wasn’t in full recovery, but he sawed off the cast anyway. He went into my room.
“Hey babe.� wow, he never called me “babe� before. Well it was about time!
“Hi! Hey, could you play this song on my guitar?� I asked handing him my newly written song.
“Yeah sure!� he answered taking it from my hands. He picked up my guitar from the corner and tuned it a bit. It started the song started to sing the words that were written down on that paper. The song flowed through the air. His voice was so sweet and it soothed my mind. The words were so well written and the song fit Billie’s description so. After the song was done, Billie put the guitar down and laid down on the bed with me. He kissed my forehead took off his shirt. My cast on my left arm accidently hit him in the head and he both started to giggle. He kissed my neck like a thousand times eventually moved his way down, taking off my shirt, to my cleavage. (It’s funny! Me and my friend Jenn were just talking about how she was showing off her cleavage so that reminded me of her. Oh, by the way, that was an Author’s Note!) He took off my pants and underwear, kissing me...well, down there. Then he kneeled on his knees and put my foot on his shoulder, kissing my calves and toes. It tickled and I tried my hardest not to laugh, but I couldn’t resist. He started to laugh too and crawled back over me. He just looked into my eyes. Okay, so forget what I said before about “not letting love consume me� that’s a bunch of bullshit at this moment. I knew that this would be the era of a new beginning for me. Everybody I know have always hated every single boyfriend and now everybody I know loves Billie.
