We'll Always Be Together Forever, Always, chapter 1
1989
"C'mon Billie! You'll make us late for school!" I shouted at Billie, "How do you cope with him Ollie? I don't even live with him an entire year but I still get frustrated with him!" I asked Billie's mom.
Billie's dad died when Billie was 10, and Ollie was left to raise the kids by herself. Billie was the only one left at home now.
"Meh, I manage. He's always like this for school, especially the first day." Ollie replied with a laugh.
"Billie!" I shouted at him again, I got of the sofa and started pacing the living room.
"I'm coming! Jeeze woman! Go wait with Mike for me, he's in his room!" Billie shouted from his room upstairs.
I walked out to the garage which was band practice/Mike's room. Mike moved in with Billie and his mom and few months ago, he got fed up of his sucky family life at home.
"Hey Mike, whats up?" I asked as I walked in. He was sitting on his bed playing his bass.
"Noto mucho Tam, you?" he replied while setting down his bass.
"Argh, I was getting impatient waiting for BJ, he is pathetically slow!" I said as I sat down next to him.
"Ya, he is slow, you should be used to it by now, I mean, you've known him since you were five!" he replied.
"I am used to it, it's just frustrating. I don't want the teachers to start hating us already, and you know they will if were late." I said.
My name is Tamara, but people call me Tammy or Tam. I've known Billie since we were in kindergarten together.
Then we met Mike during lunch when we were 10. We're in a band called Sweet Children, Billie is guitar and vocals, I am guitar and vocals too, Mike is bass and backup vocals, and Al is drums. I have shoulder length black hair, with electric blue ends. I'm average height, and have a nice body. By nice body I mean perfect curves, but I'm not stuck up, and I don't flaunt it. Today I was wearing a skirt that was plaid in black and electric blue. I had an ACDC shirt on. I had on my black converse too. I usually dress in black with electric blue thrown in somewhere. I had on heavy black eyeliner, and lipgloss that had a tint of blue in it.
"K, I am going to drag Billie out by force!" I said after 5 minutes of talking with Mike.
"I'll help." Mike said.
We left the garage and headed back into the house, we tiptoed up the stairs, and creeped along the hallway to Billie's room.
The door was half open, so I peeked in and saw Billie sitting on his bed tuning his guitar with his back facing us. Me and Mike slipped into the room, creeping closer and closer to Billie. I came up behind him, leaned over the bed, and whispered in his ear, "We should go".
Billie then screamed like a little girl a jumped off the bed, holding the guitar like a baseball bat, ready to fight whoever the intruder was. Me and Mike fell to the floor from laughing so hard.
"How and when did you guys get in here? You scared me half to death!"
We couldn't say anything because we were laughing to hard.
Billie was glaring at the two hysterical morons rolling around on the floor. He dove over the bed and landed half on me, half on Mike. We all started wrestling (yes, I'm in a skirt, but who cares? We had to go skinny dipping together every night for a month. Al said he would give us $100 bucks each if we did, so we did. We still occasionally do go skinny dipping together, but it's gotten to cold now) and this lasted for a while. Then we all stopped, twisted together in a pile of arms and legs.
"Hey, nice black underwear with blue polka dots Tam," Billie said while grinning (told you I mostly wear black and blue).
"Shut up moron," I said as I detangled myself and stood up, "lets go now."
"Sure," Mike said. Billie continued as if I hadn't said anything, "Has Brian seen you in those Tam? Or more importantly, has he taken them off you?" Billie teased.
"He stalks me! I don't even like him. Brian is creepy." I replied defending myself.
Brian was a boy who doesn't seem to take no for an answer. He is a creepy nerd who wears glasses and has a severe acne problem and runs around with pens and calculators in his shirt pockets. He's asked me out 11 times and "No, buzz off creep" doesn't seem to register with him.
Mike and Billie stood up and we all took off running. We always race each other, almost anywhere we needed to be, we race there. Track was the only thing we were good at other than football. I was winning because I was closer to the door when we started. I flew down the stairs, and tripped on one of Billie's stupid shoes. Mike crashed into me as I tripped so we both ended up in a pile on the floor. Billie ran around us, and ran out the door laughing. He waited outside for me and Mike to come.
"C'mon Billie! You'll make us late for school!" I shouted at Billie, "How do you cope with him Ollie? I don't even live with him an entire year but I still get frustrated with him!" I asked Billie's mom.
Billie's dad died when Billie was 10, and Ollie was left to raise the kids by herself. Billie was the only one left at home now.
"Meh, I manage. He's always like this for school, especially the first day." Ollie replied with a laugh.
"Billie!" I shouted at him again, I got of the sofa and started pacing the living room.
"I'm coming! Jeeze woman! Go wait with Mike for me, he's in his room!" Billie shouted from his room upstairs.
I walked out to the garage which was band practice/Mike's room. Mike moved in with Billie and his mom and few months ago, he got fed up of his sucky family life at home.
"Hey Mike, whats up?" I asked as I walked in. He was sitting on his bed playing his bass.
"Noto mucho Tam, you?" he replied while setting down his bass.
"Argh, I was getting impatient waiting for BJ, he is pathetically slow!" I said as I sat down next to him.
"Ya, he is slow, you should be used to it by now, I mean, you've known him since you were five!" he replied.
"I am used to it, it's just frustrating. I don't want the teachers to start hating us already, and you know they will if were late." I said.
My name is Tamara, but people call me Tammy or Tam. I've known Billie since we were in kindergarten together.
Then we met Mike during lunch when we were 10. We're in a band called Sweet Children, Billie is guitar and vocals, I am guitar and vocals too, Mike is bass and backup vocals, and Al is drums. I have shoulder length black hair, with electric blue ends. I'm average height, and have a nice body. By nice body I mean perfect curves, but I'm not stuck up, and I don't flaunt it. Today I was wearing a skirt that was plaid in black and electric blue. I had an ACDC shirt on. I had on my black converse too. I usually dress in black with electric blue thrown in somewhere. I had on heavy black eyeliner, and lipgloss that had a tint of blue in it.
"K, I am going to drag Billie out by force!" I said after 5 minutes of talking with Mike.
"I'll help." Mike said.
We left the garage and headed back into the house, we tiptoed up the stairs, and creeped along the hallway to Billie's room.
The door was half open, so I peeked in and saw Billie sitting on his bed tuning his guitar with his back facing us. Me and Mike slipped into the room, creeping closer and closer to Billie. I came up behind him, leaned over the bed, and whispered in his ear, "We should go".
Billie then screamed like a little girl a jumped off the bed, holding the guitar like a baseball bat, ready to fight whoever the intruder was. Me and Mike fell to the floor from laughing so hard.
"How and when did you guys get in here? You scared me half to death!"
We couldn't say anything because we were laughing to hard.
Billie was glaring at the two hysterical morons rolling around on the floor. He dove over the bed and landed half on me, half on Mike. We all started wrestling (yes, I'm in a skirt, but who cares? We had to go skinny dipping together every night for a month. Al said he would give us $100 bucks each if we did, so we did. We still occasionally do go skinny dipping together, but it's gotten to cold now) and this lasted for a while. Then we all stopped, twisted together in a pile of arms and legs.
"Hey, nice black underwear with blue polka dots Tam," Billie said while grinning (told you I mostly wear black and blue).
"Shut up moron," I said as I detangled myself and stood up, "lets go now."
"Sure," Mike said. Billie continued as if I hadn't said anything, "Has Brian seen you in those Tam? Or more importantly, has he taken them off you?" Billie teased.
"He stalks me! I don't even like him. Brian is creepy." I replied defending myself.
Brian was a boy who doesn't seem to take no for an answer. He is a creepy nerd who wears glasses and has a severe acne problem and runs around with pens and calculators in his shirt pockets. He's asked me out 11 times and "No, buzz off creep" doesn't seem to register with him.
Mike and Billie stood up and we all took off running. We always race each other, almost anywhere we needed to be, we race there. Track was the only thing we were good at other than football. I was winning because I was closer to the door when we started. I flew down the stairs, and tripped on one of Billie's stupid shoes. Mike crashed into me as I tripped so we both ended up in a pile on the floor. Billie ran around us, and ran out the door laughing. He waited outside for me and Mike to come.
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