Billie and Amanda, chapter 19
Together they walked into the building. There were people everywhere, all dressed up.
"Oh Meh God! -Amanda-is that you?" a shrill voice screeched out. Amanda turned around to see a small blonde girl walking toward her.
"Great," Amanda said under her breath. The girl walked over to her. She was wearing a small white dress, her blonde hair bouncing over her shoulders.
"Wow, I haven't seen you in-in years!" she exclaimed. Amanda forced a smile.
"Uh, yeah, you look great, Sammy!" Amanda exclaimed.
"Haha, I almost thought you forgot my name Amanda... So how've you been?" she asked.
"Um, great, I've been great," Amanda said. Sammy smiled.
"Aren't you gonna introduce me?" Sammy almost flirted with Billie. Amanda had met Sammy a long time ago, back when they were both 10 years old. Sammy had been tough, always a tomboy, just like Amanda. Those were the days they thought boys were gross and they both wanted to be pro-football players. One summer, when they were 12, Sammy went away to camp. When she came back, she had changed. She hardly talked to Amanda. She had become a preppy, pink nail-polish wearing, slut. Amanda hated her for changing, but most of all for breaking their friendship.
"Oh, this is Billie, my fian-I mean, my boyfriend," she sputtered. She couldn't tell people they were engaged, not yet anyway.
"Oh, well this is Robby, my, boyfriend," she said, fetching a equally looking preppy boy out of the crowd.
"Nice to meet you, but we have to go," Billie suddenly blurted out, grabbing Amanda by the hand, and taking her across the room.
"What was that all about?" Amanda asked. Billie shrugged.
"Dance with me," he said, pulling Amanda's body close to him. A slow song started playing, and the younger crowd began slow dancing. Amanda raised her eyebrows.
"OK," she shrugged. Billie took her by the hand and pulled her into the crowd. He placed his hands on her lower back, pushing her body up against his. Amanda wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his chest.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you," Billie whispered.
"It's OK," Amanda said.
"No, it's not, and I promise I won't ever yell at you again," he told her.
"Ok thanks, that means a lot," Amanda told him.
"I love you babe," Billie said.
"I love you too, Billie."
*
They were dancing, just swaying back and forth, when someone poked Billie. Billie ignored it at first, until he got poked again.
"What the-" he began, but stopped, seeing who was standing in front of him.
"Sir-" he began again.
"Mr. Armstrong," Amanda's father said," please get off my daughter."
Billie let go of Amanda.
"Dad," Amanda said, grabbing Billie and continued dancing," Go dance with mom or something."
"Alright, but I'm watching you boy," he said, giving Billie the look. He walked away.
"Ignore him," Amanda said.
"You know, I don't how were gunna get married, your dad is fucking scary," Billie gulped.
"Ah, don't worry, his bark is worse than his bite. He approves of you," Amanda said reassuringly.
"And how do you know this?" Billie asked, unsure.
"Well, if he didn't approve of you, he would've killed you by now," Amanda said. Billie stopped dancing.
"I'm kidding," Amanda smiled.
*
Everyone had sat down to dinner. An old woman began conversing with Amanda.
"Isn't the weather man on channel 9 extremely sexy?" asked the old woman.
"Oh um-" Amanda began, stifling laughter.
"Well if I may say so he is just the schmex," a voice said from beside her. Amanda elbowed Billie.
"Shuddup," she giggled.
*
"I'm bored," Amanda whispered into Billie's ear. He gave her a peck on the cheek, earning a disapproving glance from her father. Billie moved away quickly. Amanda grabbed his hand into hers.
"Chill out," she said.
"I can't, I'm fucking scared of your dad," he whispered back, while Amanda's dad wasn't watching them.
"Let's leave," Amanda said.
"Where?" he asked.
"To your apartment, I moved in remember?" Amanda said sarcastically.
"I know that," he said," let's go then."
*
Amanda pulled her car into the apartment's driveway.
"No one's home," Billie said, walking out of the car. They walked up to the door, and Billie held it open for Amanda.
"Thanks babe."
*
Amanda had changed into an oversized T-shirt and was flipping through the channels, sitting on Billie's bed. A pair of familiar arms wrapped themselves around her waist. Billie was behind her, in only his boxers.
"Whatcha watching?" he asked. Amanda shrugged.
"Nothing's on," she said. It was silent for a while.
"Amanda?" Billie asked.
"Huh?" she said.
"How are we gunna pull this off babe?" he asked.
"Pull what off?" Amanda asked, facing him.
"Marriage?" he asked. Amanda smiled. She then leaned in and kissed him. It was very passionate, their tongues swarming each others.
"I love you." Amanda said.
"I love you too."
*
Billie woke up first, next to Amanda. It felt great to wake up next to her. She was perfect. The way her brown hair rested softly on her pink cheeks-everything about her. Amanda's eyes flickered open slowly.
"Hey babe," she said in her raspy morning voice.
"Hey," Billie said. He got up on one elbow.
"Whatcha wanna do today?" he asked, playing with her hair.
"I dunno," she said.
"Wanna hang out with Mike and Tre?" he asked, as if only asking to give a suggestion.
"No, I wanna hang out with you."
Billie smiled.
*
"Oh Meh God! -Amanda-is that you?" a shrill voice screeched out. Amanda turned around to see a small blonde girl walking toward her.
"Great," Amanda said under her breath. The girl walked over to her. She was wearing a small white dress, her blonde hair bouncing over her shoulders.
"Wow, I haven't seen you in-in years!" she exclaimed. Amanda forced a smile.
"Uh, yeah, you look great, Sammy!" Amanda exclaimed.
"Haha, I almost thought you forgot my name Amanda... So how've you been?" she asked.
"Um, great, I've been great," Amanda said. Sammy smiled.
"Aren't you gonna introduce me?" Sammy almost flirted with Billie. Amanda had met Sammy a long time ago, back when they were both 10 years old. Sammy had been tough, always a tomboy, just like Amanda. Those were the days they thought boys were gross and they both wanted to be pro-football players. One summer, when they were 12, Sammy went away to camp. When she came back, she had changed. She hardly talked to Amanda. She had become a preppy, pink nail-polish wearing, slut. Amanda hated her for changing, but most of all for breaking their friendship.
"Oh, this is Billie, my fian-I mean, my boyfriend," she sputtered. She couldn't tell people they were engaged, not yet anyway.
"Oh, well this is Robby, my, boyfriend," she said, fetching a equally looking preppy boy out of the crowd.
"Nice to meet you, but we have to go," Billie suddenly blurted out, grabbing Amanda by the hand, and taking her across the room.
"What was that all about?" Amanda asked. Billie shrugged.
"Dance with me," he said, pulling Amanda's body close to him. A slow song started playing, and the younger crowd began slow dancing. Amanda raised her eyebrows.
"OK," she shrugged. Billie took her by the hand and pulled her into the crowd. He placed his hands on her lower back, pushing her body up against his. Amanda wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his chest.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you," Billie whispered.
"It's OK," Amanda said.
"No, it's not, and I promise I won't ever yell at you again," he told her.
"Ok thanks, that means a lot," Amanda told him.
"I love you babe," Billie said.
"I love you too, Billie."
*
They were dancing, just swaying back and forth, when someone poked Billie. Billie ignored it at first, until he got poked again.
"What the-" he began, but stopped, seeing who was standing in front of him.
"Sir-" he began again.
"Mr. Armstrong," Amanda's father said," please get off my daughter."
Billie let go of Amanda.
"Dad," Amanda said, grabbing Billie and continued dancing," Go dance with mom or something."
"Alright, but I'm watching you boy," he said, giving Billie the look. He walked away.
"Ignore him," Amanda said.
"You know, I don't how were gunna get married, your dad is fucking scary," Billie gulped.
"Ah, don't worry, his bark is worse than his bite. He approves of you," Amanda said reassuringly.
"And how do you know this?" Billie asked, unsure.
"Well, if he didn't approve of you, he would've killed you by now," Amanda said. Billie stopped dancing.
"I'm kidding," Amanda smiled.
*
Everyone had sat down to dinner. An old woman began conversing with Amanda.
"Isn't the weather man on channel 9 extremely sexy?" asked the old woman.
"Oh um-" Amanda began, stifling laughter.
"Well if I may say so he is just the schmex," a voice said from beside her. Amanda elbowed Billie.
"Shuddup," she giggled.
*
"I'm bored," Amanda whispered into Billie's ear. He gave her a peck on the cheek, earning a disapproving glance from her father. Billie moved away quickly. Amanda grabbed his hand into hers.
"Chill out," she said.
"I can't, I'm fucking scared of your dad," he whispered back, while Amanda's dad wasn't watching them.
"Let's leave," Amanda said.
"Where?" he asked.
"To your apartment, I moved in remember?" Amanda said sarcastically.
"I know that," he said," let's go then."
*
Amanda pulled her car into the apartment's driveway.
"No one's home," Billie said, walking out of the car. They walked up to the door, and Billie held it open for Amanda.
"Thanks babe."
*
Amanda had changed into an oversized T-shirt and was flipping through the channels, sitting on Billie's bed. A pair of familiar arms wrapped themselves around her waist. Billie was behind her, in only his boxers.
"Whatcha watching?" he asked. Amanda shrugged.
"Nothing's on," she said. It was silent for a while.
"Amanda?" Billie asked.
"Huh?" she said.
"How are we gunna pull this off babe?" he asked.
"Pull what off?" Amanda asked, facing him.
"Marriage?" he asked. Amanda smiled. She then leaned in and kissed him. It was very passionate, their tongues swarming each others.
"I love you." Amanda said.
"I love you too."
*
Billie woke up first, next to Amanda. It felt great to wake up next to her. She was perfect. The way her brown hair rested softly on her pink cheeks-everything about her. Amanda's eyes flickered open slowly.
"Hey babe," she said in her raspy morning voice.
"Hey," Billie said. He got up on one elbow.
"Whatcha wanna do today?" he asked, playing with her hair.
"I dunno," she said.
"Wanna hang out with Mike and Tre?" he asked, as if only asking to give a suggestion.
"No, I wanna hang out with you."
Billie smiled.
*
