Life In Paradise, chapter 9
The next morning, I woke up with something fairly heavy on me. I opened my eyes saw Billie Joe, naked, laying on top of my, and then Tre, still dressed on top of him. I was in my underwear and was totally oblivious to what the fuck was going on, or what went on last night! (Ew...scary thoughts!!!!) I started to chuckle a bit and kissed Billie Joe on the lips to wake him up. He opened his eyes with a smile, turned his head, his eyes opened up wide, and he pushed Tre off of him. He quickly got up and nudged Tre in his side with his foot.
“Tre, wake up!� he said.
“Uh? What? Oh god Billie, put it away!� he said turning his head. I started to laugh and Billie grabbed the sheets off of the closest bed to him and wrapped them around him, seeing as how he’s naked. He blushed and helped Tre up. Then Mike came strolling out from the bathroom, with Tiff following. They were both wrapped up in sheets. I raised my eyebrows at Tiff and she tip-toed over to where he clothes were, biting her lower lip. She ran back into the bathroom as Mike sat down on the bed next to us. I then saw Hazel on the floor underneath the bed. She started to laugh as she got out from under there.
“Where’s Daniella?� I asked. Hazel pointed me in the direction of Eric, another resident on the warehouse who was at the hospital that one day. They were both sleeping on the bed. He was on top of her, her laying on her stomach, their arms flopping down over the sides of the twin bed. All the other people at the warehouse were all ready up and running throughout the place, getting ready and all.
Okay, not much happened that day, or the next week. Just to clue you in, we finished the album and it was still on the “waiting� list for the managers at the label. Kerplunk! was finished and their manager was informed that they might be going on tour. Cool, uh?
So back to today, Thursday, me and Billie Joe were sitting on my bed. They lights went out because there was some kind of wind storm. We had candles lit and the fireplace in my room was going. Billie was reading a book out loud to me. He just picked up a copy of The Catcher In The Rye and wanted to read. He said that he was forced to read it in school, but didn’t anyway. We were on the first chapter of the book when I went out to the kitchen to get the pot of water that was boiling over the stove and took it off. I poured the pot into the bathtub and he got undressed and went in. Billie Joe sat with his back to me, and my legs wrapped around him. I was washing his back with a cloth (author’s note: if you’ve looked into my writing on this site, I nicked this scene, well most of it, from my one discontinued story “the dark alley way: part two�). I kissed the back of his neck. The hair that was uneasily shaved off there tickled my lips. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his cheek. He turned his head, rested it on my shoulder, and kissed my chin, missing my mouth. We giggled.
“Hey Natalia?�
“Yeah?�
“Um...well, you know that I love you, right?�
“Yeah.� well jeepers, he loves me!
“Well, I was thinking that maybe we could live together.� oh my god. I never really thought about it before. It took me a long time to answer, but I finally managed to get out:
“I think that’s a great idea.� I said nodding my head a little. No more words were said there. I thought about how this might change things a little, but I loved the idea. I wanted him to move in so bad. The smile that I had inside widened. The smile on my face widened.
two weeks later
we decided that Tre and Mike should move in too because they needed to be around Billie so that they knew what was going on or something like that. I didn’t mind at all, as long as they didn’t walk in on me in the shower. Mike and Tre got the upstairs bedrooms with their own bathroom. It was a humid spring day that we moved their stuff in. I Walked in through the garage door carrying a box of Billie Joe’s clothes when the phone rang. Billie picked it up and started talking.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll tell them.� he said. He hung up. “Oh my god, we’re going on tour!!!!!� he screamed as Mike and Tre walked in. We were all jumping. Then Tiff walked in and we told her the news. It was great and I was so happy for them! This was great! But the only bad news was when Billie said that the tour is a year long and I wouldn’t be able to come. I was pretty bummed but didn’t show it. I was too happy for them to let them know that I was depressed that Billie was leaving me. All by my lonesome....
a week later
Billie Joe, Mike, and Tre were on tour in New York in the moment. Doing multiple shows at different plazas. I called Billie from time to time. I missed him a lot. And, this is kind of gross, but he so deprived, and we had phone sex! (I sit here and laugh just thinking about what that might be like!!??!! LOL... “oh baby, I can’t feel you, but you feel so good and I love the red corset that you’re wearing�...hahaha!)
I was back to gazing up at the ceiling and overfilling the coffee cups at Le Figaro. Stupid me! I almost got fired.
That night, I tried to phone Billie Joe, but Tre said that he was out somewhere and they couldn’t find him!! Shit, fuck, shit! He was gone! Then the doorbell rang. I ran to the door, and saw Billie there. He was leaning over, blood dripping from his mouth.
“Oh my god what happened and what are you doing here?� I asked, pulling him into the house. There were bruises all over his face and scratches all over his arms. We walked over to the bathtub and he got in. He took off his shirt and I examined the wounds in his chest. He was stabbed in the arm and totally beat up. He had a black eye and his lip was burst open. I didn’t know what to feel: guilt, grief, depression, sorrow? I felt all of those at the same time. Then I became angry with myself for not calling him earlier that day. He explained, as I put peroxide on his cuts, that he missed me and caught a plane at 2 am to California. As he was walking back from the airport, he crossed some rather mean characters and they beat him up and took all of his things including his wallet. I turned the water on and he got undressed and sat back down in the tub.
“Tre, wake up!� he said.
“Uh? What? Oh god Billie, put it away!� he said turning his head. I started to laugh and Billie grabbed the sheets off of the closest bed to him and wrapped them around him, seeing as how he’s naked. He blushed and helped Tre up. Then Mike came strolling out from the bathroom, with Tiff following. They were both wrapped up in sheets. I raised my eyebrows at Tiff and she tip-toed over to where he clothes were, biting her lower lip. She ran back into the bathroom as Mike sat down on the bed next to us. I then saw Hazel on the floor underneath the bed. She started to laugh as she got out from under there.
“Where’s Daniella?� I asked. Hazel pointed me in the direction of Eric, another resident on the warehouse who was at the hospital that one day. They were both sleeping on the bed. He was on top of her, her laying on her stomach, their arms flopping down over the sides of the twin bed. All the other people at the warehouse were all ready up and running throughout the place, getting ready and all.
Okay, not much happened that day, or the next week. Just to clue you in, we finished the album and it was still on the “waiting� list for the managers at the label. Kerplunk! was finished and their manager was informed that they might be going on tour. Cool, uh?
So back to today, Thursday, me and Billie Joe were sitting on my bed. They lights went out because there was some kind of wind storm. We had candles lit and the fireplace in my room was going. Billie was reading a book out loud to me. He just picked up a copy of The Catcher In The Rye and wanted to read. He said that he was forced to read it in school, but didn’t anyway. We were on the first chapter of the book when I went out to the kitchen to get the pot of water that was boiling over the stove and took it off. I poured the pot into the bathtub and he got undressed and went in. Billie Joe sat with his back to me, and my legs wrapped around him. I was washing his back with a cloth (author’s note: if you’ve looked into my writing on this site, I nicked this scene, well most of it, from my one discontinued story “the dark alley way: part two�). I kissed the back of his neck. The hair that was uneasily shaved off there tickled my lips. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his cheek. He turned his head, rested it on my shoulder, and kissed my chin, missing my mouth. We giggled.
“Hey Natalia?�
“Yeah?�
“Um...well, you know that I love you, right?�
“Yeah.� well jeepers, he loves me!
“Well, I was thinking that maybe we could live together.� oh my god. I never really thought about it before. It took me a long time to answer, but I finally managed to get out:
“I think that’s a great idea.� I said nodding my head a little. No more words were said there. I thought about how this might change things a little, but I loved the idea. I wanted him to move in so bad. The smile that I had inside widened. The smile on my face widened.
two weeks later
we decided that Tre and Mike should move in too because they needed to be around Billie so that they knew what was going on or something like that. I didn’t mind at all, as long as they didn’t walk in on me in the shower. Mike and Tre got the upstairs bedrooms with their own bathroom. It was a humid spring day that we moved their stuff in. I Walked in through the garage door carrying a box of Billie Joe’s clothes when the phone rang. Billie picked it up and started talking.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll tell them.� he said. He hung up. “Oh my god, we’re going on tour!!!!!� he screamed as Mike and Tre walked in. We were all jumping. Then Tiff walked in and we told her the news. It was great and I was so happy for them! This was great! But the only bad news was when Billie said that the tour is a year long and I wouldn’t be able to come. I was pretty bummed but didn’t show it. I was too happy for them to let them know that I was depressed that Billie was leaving me. All by my lonesome....
a week later
Billie Joe, Mike, and Tre were on tour in New York in the moment. Doing multiple shows at different plazas. I called Billie from time to time. I missed him a lot. And, this is kind of gross, but he so deprived, and we had phone sex! (I sit here and laugh just thinking about what that might be like!!??!! LOL... “oh baby, I can’t feel you, but you feel so good and I love the red corset that you’re wearing�...hahaha!)
I was back to gazing up at the ceiling and overfilling the coffee cups at Le Figaro. Stupid me! I almost got fired.
That night, I tried to phone Billie Joe, but Tre said that he was out somewhere and they couldn’t find him!! Shit, fuck, shit! He was gone! Then the doorbell rang. I ran to the door, and saw Billie there. He was leaning over, blood dripping from his mouth.
“Oh my god what happened and what are you doing here?� I asked, pulling him into the house. There were bruises all over his face and scratches all over his arms. We walked over to the bathtub and he got in. He took off his shirt and I examined the wounds in his chest. He was stabbed in the arm and totally beat up. He had a black eye and his lip was burst open. I didn’t know what to feel: guilt, grief, depression, sorrow? I felt all of those at the same time. Then I became angry with myself for not calling him earlier that day. He explained, as I put peroxide on his cuts, that he missed me and caught a plane at 2 am to California. As he was walking back from the airport, he crossed some rather mean characters and they beat him up and took all of his things including his wallet. I turned the water on and he got undressed and sat back down in the tub.
