Billie and Amanda, chapter 12
3 months later
"Mom, I'm going to Mike's!" Amanda screamed from upstairs.
She was going out with Mike on a regular basis and she helped the band out sometimes on second guitar. Amanda had put on an AC/DC shirt and ripped jeans and some converse. She had her dark blonde hair back in a messy bun. She was just applying some eyeliner when her mom called back -" NO YOU'RE NOT YOU SAID YOU'D WATCH YOUR LITTLE SISTER!"
Amanda's mom was really overprotective of her younger sister, Alex, ever since that accident with Cassie. Her mom walked into her room.
"You said you'd watch her," she said.
"No I didn't," Amanda said back. "Mom, she can watch herself, she's 14, for fuck's sake, going on 15!" Amanda looked at her mom in disbelief.
"Do not use that kind of language with me!" her mother yelled.
"Jeez, calm down!" Amanda said.
"Look I'm going, Alex will be fine, I promise," Amanda said, grabbing her guitar and walking out the door.
"Teenagers," her mother scoffed.
"I heard that!" Amanda yelled back.
***
Amanda walked over to the boys house they shared. She loved it. She couldn't wait until she got her own place. Amanda walked into the garage, where Mike was performing a bass solo. Tre was banging his drums to the beat. Billie was nowhere in sight. Mike finally finished and dropped to his knees, playing the last note.
"Thank you California!" he yelled. Amanda put her guitar down and tackled him. They were both on the floor laughing when Billie walked in, with a beer in his hand. He turned right around and walked back into the house.
"What's his deal?" Amanda wondered out loud.
"Oh, he caught Rachael with another guy so they broke up last night," Tre answered, with a smile on his face.
"Oh, and why are you so happy about that? You have something for Billie?" Amanda teased.
"No," Tre shrugged, "I'm just happy that bitch is out of the house, I can walk around naked again."
Mike and Amanda laughed while Tre performed a drum solo.
"So is Billie gunna play?" Amanda asked setting up her guitar. Mike shrugged.
"He'll probably be down after a while. He locked himself in his room this morning and wouldn't come out," Mike finished. After a while he added,
"He usually does this if he's writing a song. He'll lock himself in his room and only comes out to eat. It's different now, he hasn't eaten anything and he won't talk to us, and we're his best friends."
Together the three played a couple songs from the Ramones, the Clash, Operation Ivy and of course some of their own songs. After about 3 hours of playing, Amanda thought it would be good for Mike to go check on Billie.
"Just go check if he's alright," Amanda begged Mike.
"He's your best friend, he'll listen," she added.
"Alright," Mike replied, putting his hands up in defeat," I'll go check on him." Mike put his bass away and walked into the house. Tre laughed.
"What?" Amanda asked.
"There's no way he'll talk to Mike," Tre said.
"And why's that?" Amanda said, strumming her guitar.
"Because he wants you," Tre said pointing at her.
"What?" Amanda said in disbelief. Tre put a hand to his mouth dramatically.
"Oh no, I've said too much," he said in monotone. It was silent for a while and then Tre broke the silence.
"You know, for such a smart girl, you're pretty blind to see what's right in front of you," he said.
At that moment Mike walked in. "He won't talk to me," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "He won't even open the fucking door."
Amanda looked over at Tre who gave her a reassuring nod.
"Lemme go try," she said, unsurely.
"Good luck," Mike said, grabbing his bass.
***
Amanda walked up the steps to Billie's room. She didn't know how to face him. Did he really like her? Amanda walked up to his door, took a deep breath, and knocked softly.
"Go away," Billie commanded. He sounded upset.
"Billie it's Amanda," she told him, " you wanna talk?" She waited hopefully. No answer.
"Look I'll be downstairs if you need me, OK?" she walked away slowly. As if right on cue, the door clicked open. Amanda turned around and walked into his room. She had never been in it before. It was covered with posters and there were clothes lying everywhere. Kinda like my room, Amanda thought. Amanda locked the door and walked in. Billie was lying on his bed. Amanda sat down next to him. They sat in silence for a while.
"Bitch cheated on me," Billie said.
"Ya I heard, I'm so sorry," Amanda replied. Billie sat up.
"No you're not, you've got the perfect life. You've got a boyfriend who likes you a lot. You're in a band. You'll get to go to college on a scholarship most likely. You're smart. You're beautiful... " he trailed off.
Tre had been right.
"I love you Amanda," Billie said, looking into her eyes. She looked straight into his green eyes.
"I-I-" Words escaped Amanda.
"Look I'll understand if you hate me and all but, I can't control my emotions anymore, I-I want you, Amanda, I need you," Billie spoke softly. Amanda hugged Billie.
"I love you too," she whispered as she rested her head on Billie's chest.
"Really?" Billie asked, extremely surprised.
"Yeah but we can't, go out or anything..." Amanda said sadly.
"Why not?" Billie was beginning to kiss her softly on her neck. She pulled away and looked him straight in his eyes.
"Because, I'm with Mike, and I can't risk my heart being broken again by you. You don't even know how much you hurt me when you ditched me for Rachael... " Amanda was crying softly now. She got up and walked toward the door.
"Fuck, Amanda, I just told you I loved you, and I do. Why can't you understand?" Billie said sadly.
"I do understand, Billie, you don't," she told him softly, walking out.
"PLEASE AMANDA GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE!" he yelled, as she walked through the door. Amanda closed the door quietly and leaned on it, eyes closed. When she opened them she saw Mike standing there.
"Did, did, you hear-" Amanda stuttered.
"Ya I heard it all," Mike said. He didn't look mad. Amanda and Mike walked into his room and sat down on his bed.
"Look, I think it's better if we just break up," he said.
"But why-" Amanda began, but was cut off by him.
"Billie's my best friend and I want you to give him one more chance, please," he said.
"I can't do this to him, he's crazy about you. Yesterday in his room I found a notebook filled with love lyrics. He writes your name all over his stuff. He can't live without you. Please, give him another chance."
"I can't Mike, I'm sorry," Amanda said, and ran downstairs, grabbed her guitar, and walked home. While she walking she was sure she had seen Billie watching her through his window.
***
Christmas Eve. It was Christmas Eve. Christmas was Amanda's favorite holiday, and she was spending it with her favorite people-Mike, Kaely, Tre, and Billie. Ever since that little "incident" between Billie and Amanda, things hadn't been exactly the same. Amanda looked over at Billie. He was holding a beer and talking to Tre about something. He looked so hot, Amanda just wanted to go hug him. But she couldn't.
Amanda excused herself and went out into the backyard. It was so peaceful out there. She sat down on the porch swing and looked up at the sky. After a while she heard the door open and a nervous Billie stood there, holding a guitar case. He sat down next to her and opened it. It was the Gibson guitar Amanda had been praying for.
"Holy shit Billie I-I," Amanda stuttered but Billie put a finger to her lips.
"Merry Christmas," he said.
"I-thank you Billie-but I can't accept this," Amanda said, overwhelmed.
"Course you can, I sold Blue to get you this, plus I put in some work down at the that one car shop, you're taking it," he finished simply. Amanda was so shocked. She leaned over and kissed Billie. He looked surprised.
"What was that for, I thought you didn't want me?" he said.
Amanda smiled.
***
It was early January now and whenever Amanda looked over at the guitar Billie got her, she felt a pang of guilt. He sold his most prized possession to get me that.
Amanda made up her mind. She picked up the phone and called Billie. She told him to come over around seven. He said he would. Amanda had until seven o'clock to track down Billie's beloved guitar Blue, and buy it back.
"Mom, I'm going to Mike's!" Amanda screamed from upstairs.
She was going out with Mike on a regular basis and she helped the band out sometimes on second guitar. Amanda had put on an AC/DC shirt and ripped jeans and some converse. She had her dark blonde hair back in a messy bun. She was just applying some eyeliner when her mom called back -" NO YOU'RE NOT YOU SAID YOU'D WATCH YOUR LITTLE SISTER!"
Amanda's mom was really overprotective of her younger sister, Alex, ever since that accident with Cassie. Her mom walked into her room.
"You said you'd watch her," she said.
"No I didn't," Amanda said back. "Mom, she can watch herself, she's 14, for fuck's sake, going on 15!" Amanda looked at her mom in disbelief.
"Do not use that kind of language with me!" her mother yelled.
"Jeez, calm down!" Amanda said.
"Look I'm going, Alex will be fine, I promise," Amanda said, grabbing her guitar and walking out the door.
"Teenagers," her mother scoffed.
"I heard that!" Amanda yelled back.
***
Amanda walked over to the boys house they shared. She loved it. She couldn't wait until she got her own place. Amanda walked into the garage, where Mike was performing a bass solo. Tre was banging his drums to the beat. Billie was nowhere in sight. Mike finally finished and dropped to his knees, playing the last note.
"Thank you California!" he yelled. Amanda put her guitar down and tackled him. They were both on the floor laughing when Billie walked in, with a beer in his hand. He turned right around and walked back into the house.
"What's his deal?" Amanda wondered out loud.
"Oh, he caught Rachael with another guy so they broke up last night," Tre answered, with a smile on his face.
"Oh, and why are you so happy about that? You have something for Billie?" Amanda teased.
"No," Tre shrugged, "I'm just happy that bitch is out of the house, I can walk around naked again."
Mike and Amanda laughed while Tre performed a drum solo.
"So is Billie gunna play?" Amanda asked setting up her guitar. Mike shrugged.
"He'll probably be down after a while. He locked himself in his room this morning and wouldn't come out," Mike finished. After a while he added,
"He usually does this if he's writing a song. He'll lock himself in his room and only comes out to eat. It's different now, he hasn't eaten anything and he won't talk to us, and we're his best friends."
Together the three played a couple songs from the Ramones, the Clash, Operation Ivy and of course some of their own songs. After about 3 hours of playing, Amanda thought it would be good for Mike to go check on Billie.
"Just go check if he's alright," Amanda begged Mike.
"He's your best friend, he'll listen," she added.
"Alright," Mike replied, putting his hands up in defeat," I'll go check on him." Mike put his bass away and walked into the house. Tre laughed.
"What?" Amanda asked.
"There's no way he'll talk to Mike," Tre said.
"And why's that?" Amanda said, strumming her guitar.
"Because he wants you," Tre said pointing at her.
"What?" Amanda said in disbelief. Tre put a hand to his mouth dramatically.
"Oh no, I've said too much," he said in monotone. It was silent for a while and then Tre broke the silence.
"You know, for such a smart girl, you're pretty blind to see what's right in front of you," he said.
At that moment Mike walked in. "He won't talk to me," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "He won't even open the fucking door."
Amanda looked over at Tre who gave her a reassuring nod.
"Lemme go try," she said, unsurely.
"Good luck," Mike said, grabbing his bass.
***
Amanda walked up the steps to Billie's room. She didn't know how to face him. Did he really like her? Amanda walked up to his door, took a deep breath, and knocked softly.
"Go away," Billie commanded. He sounded upset.
"Billie it's Amanda," she told him, " you wanna talk?" She waited hopefully. No answer.
"Look I'll be downstairs if you need me, OK?" she walked away slowly. As if right on cue, the door clicked open. Amanda turned around and walked into his room. She had never been in it before. It was covered with posters and there were clothes lying everywhere. Kinda like my room, Amanda thought. Amanda locked the door and walked in. Billie was lying on his bed. Amanda sat down next to him. They sat in silence for a while.
"Bitch cheated on me," Billie said.
"Ya I heard, I'm so sorry," Amanda replied. Billie sat up.
"No you're not, you've got the perfect life. You've got a boyfriend who likes you a lot. You're in a band. You'll get to go to college on a scholarship most likely. You're smart. You're beautiful... " he trailed off.
Tre had been right.
"I love you Amanda," Billie said, looking into her eyes. She looked straight into his green eyes.
"I-I-" Words escaped Amanda.
"Look I'll understand if you hate me and all but, I can't control my emotions anymore, I-I want you, Amanda, I need you," Billie spoke softly. Amanda hugged Billie.
"I love you too," she whispered as she rested her head on Billie's chest.
"Really?" Billie asked, extremely surprised.
"Yeah but we can't, go out or anything..." Amanda said sadly.
"Why not?" Billie was beginning to kiss her softly on her neck. She pulled away and looked him straight in his eyes.
"Because, I'm with Mike, and I can't risk my heart being broken again by you. You don't even know how much you hurt me when you ditched me for Rachael... " Amanda was crying softly now. She got up and walked toward the door.
"Fuck, Amanda, I just told you I loved you, and I do. Why can't you understand?" Billie said sadly.
"I do understand, Billie, you don't," she told him softly, walking out.
"PLEASE AMANDA GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE!" he yelled, as she walked through the door. Amanda closed the door quietly and leaned on it, eyes closed. When she opened them she saw Mike standing there.
"Did, did, you hear-" Amanda stuttered.
"Ya I heard it all," Mike said. He didn't look mad. Amanda and Mike walked into his room and sat down on his bed.
"Look, I think it's better if we just break up," he said.
"But why-" Amanda began, but was cut off by him.
"Billie's my best friend and I want you to give him one more chance, please," he said.
"I can't do this to him, he's crazy about you. Yesterday in his room I found a notebook filled with love lyrics. He writes your name all over his stuff. He can't live without you. Please, give him another chance."
"I can't Mike, I'm sorry," Amanda said, and ran downstairs, grabbed her guitar, and walked home. While she walking she was sure she had seen Billie watching her through his window.
***
Christmas Eve. It was Christmas Eve. Christmas was Amanda's favorite holiday, and she was spending it with her favorite people-Mike, Kaely, Tre, and Billie. Ever since that little "incident" between Billie and Amanda, things hadn't been exactly the same. Amanda looked over at Billie. He was holding a beer and talking to Tre about something. He looked so hot, Amanda just wanted to go hug him. But she couldn't.
Amanda excused herself and went out into the backyard. It was so peaceful out there. She sat down on the porch swing and looked up at the sky. After a while she heard the door open and a nervous Billie stood there, holding a guitar case. He sat down next to her and opened it. It was the Gibson guitar Amanda had been praying for.
"Holy shit Billie I-I," Amanda stuttered but Billie put a finger to her lips.
"Merry Christmas," he said.
"I-thank you Billie-but I can't accept this," Amanda said, overwhelmed.
"Course you can, I sold Blue to get you this, plus I put in some work down at the that one car shop, you're taking it," he finished simply. Amanda was so shocked. She leaned over and kissed Billie. He looked surprised.
"What was that for, I thought you didn't want me?" he said.
Amanda smiled.
***
It was early January now and whenever Amanda looked over at the guitar Billie got her, she felt a pang of guilt. He sold his most prized possession to get me that.
Amanda made up her mind. She picked up the phone and called Billie. She told him to come over around seven. He said he would. Amanda had until seven o'clock to track down Billie's beloved guitar Blue, and buy it back.
