Am I Jinxed? Or Am I Just Stoned?, chapter 4
I heard Billie's sharp intake of air. He was quiet, undoubtedly figuring out if I was serious or messing with him. "Please tell me you're joking." He said.
"No joke. I don't like MJ with Tre. He's a fucking pervert. And disgusting if I might add." I immediately regretted saying that.
"Well you must think I'm disgusting then too. 'Cause I'm like his twin except for the pervertedness." He sounded hurt. "Well if you think we're disgusting, we'll just stay away from you. And only you."
He hung up, leaving me to myself. I tried to keep the tears from coming, but failed. I knew what I wanted to do was wrong and MJ could decide who she dated. But then why did I have a bad feeling about Tre?
"Hey babe!" Tre yelled as he came walking over to me. He kissed my cheek and was surprised when I shrugged him away.
"What the fuck?" He, like Billie Joe, sounded hurt.
"I'm Amy." I said through gritted teeth.
"Who's Amy?"
"Manny a.k.a MJ's sister you dumbfuck." I think it's kind of obvious that I'm her sister when I say I'm Amy, and look exactly like MJ right? Well, Tre doesn't think so.
Tre looked offended and ran towards Billie and Mike who were sitting at a nearby tree smoking. I sat at the tree opposite them, far enough to be left alone and close enough to see them clearly. While I was sitting I must have dosed off because I opened my eyes and heard, "Amy wake up. Amy Joe! Wake up you fat ass!" Mike was crouching next to me and shaking my shoulder.
"Ah, I'm awake bitch." I said.
"Why the hell did you wanna break MJ and Tre up?" Mike said, sounding very confused.
"Cause he's a bastard and I don't want a repeat of what happened at our old school."
"What happened?"
"Fuck. Never mind what I said. Okay? Never mind. You didn't hear that."
"What happened? AJ please tell me. I just wanna help. Billie, he's well... upset."
"About?" Stupid question I know.
"What you said yesterday. He really likes you. I mean really likes you. He wanted me to invite you over to band practice."
"I don't believe you on that."
"Well he said it and meant it." With that, Mike stood up and left.
Ding-dong
I pressed the doorbell to Billie's house and found MJ opening the door. As shocked as I was I stayed quiet. MJ lead me to the garage and we sat on the couch. The guys were messing around with Tre's drumsticks and a couple bottles of beer.
"Ow, fucker! Get the fuck off me." I yelped as Billie stepped back to avoid getting hit by a drumstick, which unfortunately made him fall on me.
"Sorry M- What the fuck are you doing here? I didn't invite you!" Mike winced.
"Well Mr. Peacemaker over there said you did." I replied non-chalantly.
Mike ducked behind Tre's drum set and started shaking bottles of beer. "Back off I'm armed." was all he said. Billie gave me a questioning look and I nodded. I stood up and walked towards Mike.
"Mikey, I'm not mad, I'm glad you invited me. Really! This gives me a chance to... "
"For us to make up." Billie finished. Mike stopped shaking and gave a look that said Really? Billie took a step closer to Mike as did I. Then, we made our move. We jumped over the drum set and tackled Mike. Except it didn't quite happen like that. When Billie and I jumped, I landed first, but not on Mike. Then I got tackled by Billie.
"Damn Lovebirds, get the fuck away from me and my drum set!" Yelled Tre.
Giggling, I stood up, as did Billie. He helped me over the drum set, seeing as the only way to get behind it was to jump over it, Tre's favorite form of entry.
"Stop holding hands!" MJ yelled.
"Fuck you." We both said. Of course we weren't really holding hands. Billie grabbed my hand to help me over. I told her that.
"Suuuure." She said rolling her eyes.
I sat on the couch and the guys took their places. "This song is called Paper Lanterns."
Billie started the song, followed by Tre, then Mike. The song was beautiful. Fucking kick-ass. I loved it. And made them play it a couple more times. "One more time?" I said, a pout on my face. Billie melted I could tell.
"C'mon guys, we should play it again. Remember, we have to practice it for our gig later next week."
"But Bill it's not even on the play list!" Tre whined.
"Shut the fuck up Tre." Billie mumbled as he winced.
Tre pouted, but played his part of the song flawlessly, along with Billie Joe and Mike.
"Billie, dinner!" Ollie yelled.
Mike looked down at his watched, mumbled something, and left, pulling Tre with him, who pulled MJ. Ollie stuck her head into the garage. "Oh Amy Joe! Wait, you're Manny Jack right? Of course you are, Amy has black hair. Would you like to stay for dinner?"
I glanced at Billie who shrugged and stared at his fascinating shoes. "Uh, well actually, I'm Amy Joe. And... I'd love to stay for dinner."
"Oh, sorry dear. I'm glad Billie finally has a friend that wants to stay for dinner. All of his friends have eaten here before, but they never seem to want to come back... " she said, walking back into the kitchen.
"Wonder why?" I muttered.
"Trust me she's worse during dinner. Don't give answers full of information, keep them short and vague. Then you can get out of the kitchen quicker."
"Okay, kick me if it's too much info."
Ollie turned to me. "So Amy Joe, why did you change your hair color? You know it's not good for your hair if you dye it too much."
I looked at Billie. He was looking intensely at his plate of lasagna. "I didn't really... " Billie, still staring at his plate of food, put his hand on my leg. I guess it was his way of warning me since Ollie had insisted on us sitting next to each other. "I just got bored with my hair." I said, nudging Billie's hand off my leg.
Trying to change the subject, I decided to focus the conversation on Ollie. "Delicious lasagna Ollie. This is the best tasting homemade lasagna I've ever tasted." Billie smirked.
"Oh thank you! Billie never really eats it though. I keep trying to fatten him up. He has too much of a girlish figure."
Ollie stood up and started collecting dishes. "Amy, I insist on doing these dishes myself." I shrugged, set down the dishes I was attempting to clean and followed Billie to his room.
"Hey Bill! Remember to use a rubber!"
"Fuck off Molly."
"Kids, don't use that language please!" Ollie said from the kitchen.
Billie shut the door to his room and looked up at me. "Girlish figure my ass. I just have hips that stand out." I burst out laughing.
"You're dead." He said as he tackled me onto his bed and started tickling me.
[b]MJ's POV[/i]
I looked at the man with bright blue eyes sitting next to me. Then I turned and poked Mike who was sitting on my other side. "Poke." I said. Mike glared at me. "What's wrong Mr. Grumpy-cause-I-got-poked-bear?" I said in a baby voice.
"I try and make peace with AJ and BJ, and all I get in return is an ambush that failed horribly." He said glumly.
"Mike stop checking out my girl!"
"He wasn't checking me out! I was checking him out." I replied. Mike blushed, and Tre turned his back to me.
"That's not a funny joke."
"I'm sorry pokey-bear." I said in a somewhat pouty voice.
Tre turned and put a finger to my lips. "Get a room Tre." Said Mike who seemed to know what that gesture meant, unlike me.
"This is a room, you just happen to be in it."
Mike muttered something and left the room. Tre pulled his finger back, and gently lifted me off the couch. "Tre if you ever want to see your dick again, I suggest you don't drop me." Tre nodded, and set me down on the larger couch.
"I love you Manny."
Shocked? Yes. Disappointed? No. "Uh... look! That old lady across the street is walking her cats again." I said. Tre on the other hand looked disappointed, hurt, shocked, upset, and a little angry at my reply.
"Not quite the answer I was looking for but ok. If you don't really feel the same about me as I do you, what are we doing dating?"
My body froze. My mind went blank. My heart stopped. "Tre... No... please, please no... I... I-I just... "
"I understand perfectly." He said, and left the room. Leaving me to cry in the dark living room.
"No joke. I don't like MJ with Tre. He's a fucking pervert. And disgusting if I might add." I immediately regretted saying that.
"Well you must think I'm disgusting then too. 'Cause I'm like his twin except for the pervertedness." He sounded hurt. "Well if you think we're disgusting, we'll just stay away from you. And only you."
He hung up, leaving me to myself. I tried to keep the tears from coming, but failed. I knew what I wanted to do was wrong and MJ could decide who she dated. But then why did I have a bad feeling about Tre?
"Hey babe!" Tre yelled as he came walking over to me. He kissed my cheek and was surprised when I shrugged him away.
"What the fuck?" He, like Billie Joe, sounded hurt.
"I'm Amy." I said through gritted teeth.
"Who's Amy?"
"Manny a.k.a MJ's sister you dumbfuck." I think it's kind of obvious that I'm her sister when I say I'm Amy, and look exactly like MJ right? Well, Tre doesn't think so.
Tre looked offended and ran towards Billie and Mike who were sitting at a nearby tree smoking. I sat at the tree opposite them, far enough to be left alone and close enough to see them clearly. While I was sitting I must have dosed off because I opened my eyes and heard, "Amy wake up. Amy Joe! Wake up you fat ass!" Mike was crouching next to me and shaking my shoulder.
"Ah, I'm awake bitch." I said.
"Why the hell did you wanna break MJ and Tre up?" Mike said, sounding very confused.
"Cause he's a bastard and I don't want a repeat of what happened at our old school."
"What happened?"
"Fuck. Never mind what I said. Okay? Never mind. You didn't hear that."
"What happened? AJ please tell me. I just wanna help. Billie, he's well... upset."
"About?" Stupid question I know.
"What you said yesterday. He really likes you. I mean really likes you. He wanted me to invite you over to band practice."
"I don't believe you on that."
"Well he said it and meant it." With that, Mike stood up and left.
Ding-dong
I pressed the doorbell to Billie's house and found MJ opening the door. As shocked as I was I stayed quiet. MJ lead me to the garage and we sat on the couch. The guys were messing around with Tre's drumsticks and a couple bottles of beer.
"Ow, fucker! Get the fuck off me." I yelped as Billie stepped back to avoid getting hit by a drumstick, which unfortunately made him fall on me.
"Sorry M- What the fuck are you doing here? I didn't invite you!" Mike winced.
"Well Mr. Peacemaker over there said you did." I replied non-chalantly.
Mike ducked behind Tre's drum set and started shaking bottles of beer. "Back off I'm armed." was all he said. Billie gave me a questioning look and I nodded. I stood up and walked towards Mike.
"Mikey, I'm not mad, I'm glad you invited me. Really! This gives me a chance to... "
"For us to make up." Billie finished. Mike stopped shaking and gave a look that said Really? Billie took a step closer to Mike as did I. Then, we made our move. We jumped over the drum set and tackled Mike. Except it didn't quite happen like that. When Billie and I jumped, I landed first, but not on Mike. Then I got tackled by Billie.
"Damn Lovebirds, get the fuck away from me and my drum set!" Yelled Tre.
Giggling, I stood up, as did Billie. He helped me over the drum set, seeing as the only way to get behind it was to jump over it, Tre's favorite form of entry.
"Stop holding hands!" MJ yelled.
"Fuck you." We both said. Of course we weren't really holding hands. Billie grabbed my hand to help me over. I told her that.
"Suuuure." She said rolling her eyes.
I sat on the couch and the guys took their places. "This song is called Paper Lanterns."
Billie started the song, followed by Tre, then Mike. The song was beautiful. Fucking kick-ass. I loved it. And made them play it a couple more times. "One more time?" I said, a pout on my face. Billie melted I could tell.
"C'mon guys, we should play it again. Remember, we have to practice it for our gig later next week."
"But Bill it's not even on the play list!" Tre whined.
"Shut the fuck up Tre." Billie mumbled as he winced.
Tre pouted, but played his part of the song flawlessly, along with Billie Joe and Mike.
"Billie, dinner!" Ollie yelled.
Mike looked down at his watched, mumbled something, and left, pulling Tre with him, who pulled MJ. Ollie stuck her head into the garage. "Oh Amy Joe! Wait, you're Manny Jack right? Of course you are, Amy has black hair. Would you like to stay for dinner?"
I glanced at Billie who shrugged and stared at his fascinating shoes. "Uh, well actually, I'm Amy Joe. And... I'd love to stay for dinner."
"Oh, sorry dear. I'm glad Billie finally has a friend that wants to stay for dinner. All of his friends have eaten here before, but they never seem to want to come back... " she said, walking back into the kitchen.
"Wonder why?" I muttered.
"Trust me she's worse during dinner. Don't give answers full of information, keep them short and vague. Then you can get out of the kitchen quicker."
"Okay, kick me if it's too much info."
Ollie turned to me. "So Amy Joe, why did you change your hair color? You know it's not good for your hair if you dye it too much."
I looked at Billie. He was looking intensely at his plate of lasagna. "I didn't really... " Billie, still staring at his plate of food, put his hand on my leg. I guess it was his way of warning me since Ollie had insisted on us sitting next to each other. "I just got bored with my hair." I said, nudging Billie's hand off my leg.
Trying to change the subject, I decided to focus the conversation on Ollie. "Delicious lasagna Ollie. This is the best tasting homemade lasagna I've ever tasted." Billie smirked.
"Oh thank you! Billie never really eats it though. I keep trying to fatten him up. He has too much of a girlish figure."
Ollie stood up and started collecting dishes. "Amy, I insist on doing these dishes myself." I shrugged, set down the dishes I was attempting to clean and followed Billie to his room.
"Hey Bill! Remember to use a rubber!"
"Fuck off Molly."
"Kids, don't use that language please!" Ollie said from the kitchen.
Billie shut the door to his room and looked up at me. "Girlish figure my ass. I just have hips that stand out." I burst out laughing.
"You're dead." He said as he tackled me onto his bed and started tickling me.
[b]MJ's POV[/i]
I looked at the man with bright blue eyes sitting next to me. Then I turned and poked Mike who was sitting on my other side. "Poke." I said. Mike glared at me. "What's wrong Mr. Grumpy-cause-I-got-poked-bear?" I said in a baby voice.
"I try and make peace with AJ and BJ, and all I get in return is an ambush that failed horribly." He said glumly.
"Mike stop checking out my girl!"
"He wasn't checking me out! I was checking him out." I replied. Mike blushed, and Tre turned his back to me.
"That's not a funny joke."
"I'm sorry pokey-bear." I said in a somewhat pouty voice.
Tre turned and put a finger to my lips. "Get a room Tre." Said Mike who seemed to know what that gesture meant, unlike me.
"This is a room, you just happen to be in it."
Mike muttered something and left the room. Tre pulled his finger back, and gently lifted me off the couch. "Tre if you ever want to see your dick again, I suggest you don't drop me." Tre nodded, and set me down on the larger couch.
"I love you Manny."
Shocked? Yes. Disappointed? No. "Uh... look! That old lady across the street is walking her cats again." I said. Tre on the other hand looked disappointed, hurt, shocked, upset, and a little angry at my reply.
"Not quite the answer I was looking for but ok. If you don't really feel the same about me as I do you, what are we doing dating?"
My body froze. My mind went blank. My heart stopped. "Tre... No... please, please no... I... I-I just... "
"I understand perfectly." He said, and left the room. Leaving me to cry in the dark living room.
