Everything Started A Silent Night At The Graveyard, chapter 3
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*Billie's P. O. V. *
I walked along the road, not actually heading somewhere. I heard loud shitty music, laughter and voices. I understood there was one of those teenager parties going on somewhere. I sighed and pulled my hat further down in my face so no one would recognize me. A bunch of teenies chasing me down the street was the last thing I needed now. I had tried to call Ira several times, but her cell was off. I also went to the graveyard, but she wasn't there. She was a wonderful girl with a really fucked up life and I felt sorry for her. I could now see the house where the party was. It was quite big with a huge lawn on the front where a lot of teenagers were dancing, drinking and smoking. I looked down at the ground and started walking quicker; I didn't want them to see me. Then I heard a voice I knew...
"Erika! Give me my beer" Ira yelled and laughed. I started looking after her and I saw her lying on the lawn, drinking beer with two other girls. I started walking over the lawn.
"Ira!" I shouted. She looked around and then saw me.
"HEYYY BILLAY!" She yelled, I could tell she was both drunk and high. I sighed, went over to her and helped her up.
"Come here, Ira" I said and started to walk back with Ira, but one of her friends stopped me.
"Who are you and what the hell are you doing with Ira?" She asked and got to her feet.
"I'm a friend, I'm just taking her somewhere she can sleep." She looked at me suspiciously. Ira giggled.
"That's Billie Joe Armstrong!" She said and beamed. I was quite surprised; I thought she didn't know who I was. Her friend looked at me. I didn't think she was high.
"Really?" She asked, she seemed sober then. I just nodded and she sat down at the grass, put her head in her hands and mumbled something I couldn't hear. I started walking away again, dragging Ira with me.
"But I don't wanna leave; I'm having a great time here!" She whined. Where could we go? I couldn't take her home; Adie would kill me for dragging a drunk and high teenager into our house when the boys were there. Then it hit me.
"Trè" I muttered. Ira kept giggling and talking bullshit all the way over to Trè's house.
"Ira?" I said. She shut up and tried to focus on me.
"Yeeeess, Billie?" She said and giggled again. A little annoying...
"We're visiting a friend of mine, we'll probably sleep here tonight, ok?" She nodded and chuckled. I sighed and rang the doorbell.
Trè opened after a little while.
"Hey Billie!" Then he saw Ira who was still laughing silly. "Erm, what's up?" He asked.
"Can we come in? I'll tell you everything" I said. He nodded and let us in. We sat down in the living room and I told him about Ira, from the time we met at the graveyard, till I found her at the party. Ira sat next to me, mumbling and arguing with herself. She wasn't paying attention to the story. She looked at me.
"You know what? I've got all your CDs" She said and chuckled. Trè looked at her.
"She's having a hard time... " I said, thinking about her father.
"She's really wasted!" He said. I sighed. "But at least she has her reasons, not like me at her age... " He added with sympathy and a little bit joy in his eyes. I smiled a bit, and Ira started humming a song. "Let's get you in bed, Ira" Trè said, and lifted her up. That made Ira laugh again. I shook my head, and followed them upstairs to a guest bedroom.
*Ira's P. O. V. *
When I woke up I was in a big bed still fully dressed. I silently thanked God for not waking up naked with a nasty guy. That had happened before... But where the hell was I? The room was quite big with a red carpet at the floor and white walls. Someone knocked at the door.
"Erm... Come in?" I said it as a question, not knowing what else to do. The door opened and Billie came in. Was I at Billie's house? Oh my god. What did his wife, Adrienne, think of me now? He smiled to me. At least he wasn't angry...
"Hey there" He said. I smiled to him.
"Hey... " I answered and looked down at my hands, a bit embarrassed. What happened last night?
"How are you feeling?" He asked and sat down at the bed. I looked at him. Did he really care?
"I'm ok, I guess... My head hurts like a bitch, though." He smirked.
"I bet it does! God, you were completely wasted last night!" He said and laughed. I blushed. How much had I told him?
"Eh, where am I?" I asked and prayed it wasn't his house.
"Trè's house. I didn't know you're a fan... " Jesus Christ... Well now he knew.
"Well, I thought maybe you wanted to be treated like a normal person" I said. He looked at me before he answered.
"I guess you're right" He said and beamed. Then Trè came into the room. He grinned.
"How's the little druggie?" He asked and sat down next to Billie. 'What the fuck? ' I thought.
"What the hell did you call me?" I asked and Trè and Billie laughed. Trè winked at me.
"Let's just say you weren't just drunk last night!" He said.
"You were high! Up in the sky!" Billie said and laughed again. I blushed when I remembered the joint. I just hoped I didn't make a fool out of myself.
"So... Did I say something stupid?" I asked, praying I didn't. Billie and Trè burst out laughing.
"Now I know a lot more about you, Ira! Even things I didn't really want to know... " Billie said.
"You lost your virginity at age thirteen to a guy called Jack. Now you think he's a dick" Trè said and chuckled.
"You got your first period at age eleven and you freaked out 'cause you didn't know what it was and you thought you were dying!" Billie said and laughed. At that point I just wanted to die. I couldn't believe I told them that! My face was burning with shame. Trè just continued.
"Your first kiss was-" He said, but I interrupted him.
"OK! I get it, guys! I really don't want to know!" I shouted and buried my face in my hands. They collapsed at the floor, laughing so hard I thought they never would stop. Then Mike came into the room. I admit I jumped a little then, I hadn't met him yet.
"Hey guys! Why are you laughing?" Then he saw me and grinned. "Hey there, druggie" He said. That made Billie and Trè laugh even harder. I sighed.
"Hey... " I answered. Obviously he already knew everything about me as well.
"So... What is it that's so funny?" He asked me, since Billie and Trè were still rolling around at the floor, laughing.
"They're just making fun of all my secrets I told them yesterday when I was a little drunk." I answered honestly.
"And high" Mike added and grinned. I sighed.
"And high" I admitted. Billie and Trè stopped laughing and pulled them selves up on the bed again, and looked at me. I realized my sunglasses had been taken off and they were lying on a table next to the bed. I quickly put them on and then I looked at a clock on the table.
11:30 AM
"Fuck! My dad will kill me!" I shouted, jumped out of the bed and ran towards the door. But Billie stopped me.
"No, wait!" He yelled and grabbed my arm. I turned around angry.
"Billie! You're not helping very much now, this gets me in trouble! Didn't you hear me, my dad will beat the shit outta me!" I screamed. I knew that every second my dad was getting more pissed off, and the more pissed off he was, the more he'd beat me up. Billie looked at me with caring eyes.
"I know. That's why I don't want you to go home. You don't deserve it." He said. I sighed.
"It's not that easy! I haven't got anywhere to go, and he'll find me... He always does." I mumbled. I had tried to run away before, but he found me both times. He just got the police to look for me.
"Stay with me, he won't find you here" Trè said.
"Trè, I'd love to, but he never gives up! He'll get the police to look for me and I'll never be able to live a normal life!" They looked at me, I think they understood. Billie let go of my arm, but I didn't leave. It was a long silence before I sat back down at the bed. Trè smiled sadly and Billie sat down next to me.
"So... What do we do?" Mike asked. I shrugged and Trè looked down at the floor.
"Well, she's not staying with her father" Billie said. The other two shook their heads. After a while in silence, everybody thinking about what to do, I got up.
"Since none of us know what to do next, I should go home." I said and walked out the door. This time they didn't stop me.
I walked along the road, not actually heading somewhere. I heard loud shitty music, laughter and voices. I understood there was one of those teenager parties going on somewhere. I sighed and pulled my hat further down in my face so no one would recognize me. A bunch of teenies chasing me down the street was the last thing I needed now. I had tried to call Ira several times, but her cell was off. I also went to the graveyard, but she wasn't there. She was a wonderful girl with a really fucked up life and I felt sorry for her. I could now see the house where the party was. It was quite big with a huge lawn on the front where a lot of teenagers were dancing, drinking and smoking. I looked down at the ground and started walking quicker; I didn't want them to see me. Then I heard a voice I knew...
"Erika! Give me my beer" Ira yelled and laughed. I started looking after her and I saw her lying on the lawn, drinking beer with two other girls. I started walking over the lawn.
"Ira!" I shouted. She looked around and then saw me.
"HEYYY BILLAY!" She yelled, I could tell she was both drunk and high. I sighed, went over to her and helped her up.
"Come here, Ira" I said and started to walk back with Ira, but one of her friends stopped me.
"Who are you and what the hell are you doing with Ira?" She asked and got to her feet.
"I'm a friend, I'm just taking her somewhere she can sleep." She looked at me suspiciously. Ira giggled.
"That's Billie Joe Armstrong!" She said and beamed. I was quite surprised; I thought she didn't know who I was. Her friend looked at me. I didn't think she was high.
"Really?" She asked, she seemed sober then. I just nodded and she sat down at the grass, put her head in her hands and mumbled something I couldn't hear. I started walking away again, dragging Ira with me.
"But I don't wanna leave; I'm having a great time here!" She whined. Where could we go? I couldn't take her home; Adie would kill me for dragging a drunk and high teenager into our house when the boys were there. Then it hit me.
"Trè" I muttered. Ira kept giggling and talking bullshit all the way over to Trè's house.
"Ira?" I said. She shut up and tried to focus on me.
"Yeeeess, Billie?" She said and giggled again. A little annoying...
"We're visiting a friend of mine, we'll probably sleep here tonight, ok?" She nodded and chuckled. I sighed and rang the doorbell.
Trè opened after a little while.
"Hey Billie!" Then he saw Ira who was still laughing silly. "Erm, what's up?" He asked.
"Can we come in? I'll tell you everything" I said. He nodded and let us in. We sat down in the living room and I told him about Ira, from the time we met at the graveyard, till I found her at the party. Ira sat next to me, mumbling and arguing with herself. She wasn't paying attention to the story. She looked at me.
"You know what? I've got all your CDs" She said and chuckled. Trè looked at her.
"She's having a hard time... " I said, thinking about her father.
"She's really wasted!" He said. I sighed. "But at least she has her reasons, not like me at her age... " He added with sympathy and a little bit joy in his eyes. I smiled a bit, and Ira started humming a song. "Let's get you in bed, Ira" Trè said, and lifted her up. That made Ira laugh again. I shook my head, and followed them upstairs to a guest bedroom.
*Ira's P. O. V. *
When I woke up I was in a big bed still fully dressed. I silently thanked God for not waking up naked with a nasty guy. That had happened before... But where the hell was I? The room was quite big with a red carpet at the floor and white walls. Someone knocked at the door.
"Erm... Come in?" I said it as a question, not knowing what else to do. The door opened and Billie came in. Was I at Billie's house? Oh my god. What did his wife, Adrienne, think of me now? He smiled to me. At least he wasn't angry...
"Hey there" He said. I smiled to him.
"Hey... " I answered and looked down at my hands, a bit embarrassed. What happened last night?
"How are you feeling?" He asked and sat down at the bed. I looked at him. Did he really care?
"I'm ok, I guess... My head hurts like a bitch, though." He smirked.
"I bet it does! God, you were completely wasted last night!" He said and laughed. I blushed. How much had I told him?
"Eh, where am I?" I asked and prayed it wasn't his house.
"Trè's house. I didn't know you're a fan... " Jesus Christ... Well now he knew.
"Well, I thought maybe you wanted to be treated like a normal person" I said. He looked at me before he answered.
"I guess you're right" He said and beamed. Then Trè came into the room. He grinned.
"How's the little druggie?" He asked and sat down next to Billie. 'What the fuck? ' I thought.
"What the hell did you call me?" I asked and Trè and Billie laughed. Trè winked at me.
"Let's just say you weren't just drunk last night!" He said.
"You were high! Up in the sky!" Billie said and laughed again. I blushed when I remembered the joint. I just hoped I didn't make a fool out of myself.
"So... Did I say something stupid?" I asked, praying I didn't. Billie and Trè burst out laughing.
"Now I know a lot more about you, Ira! Even things I didn't really want to know... " Billie said.
"You lost your virginity at age thirteen to a guy called Jack. Now you think he's a dick" Trè said and chuckled.
"You got your first period at age eleven and you freaked out 'cause you didn't know what it was and you thought you were dying!" Billie said and laughed. At that point I just wanted to die. I couldn't believe I told them that! My face was burning with shame. Trè just continued.
"Your first kiss was-" He said, but I interrupted him.
"OK! I get it, guys! I really don't want to know!" I shouted and buried my face in my hands. They collapsed at the floor, laughing so hard I thought they never would stop. Then Mike came into the room. I admit I jumped a little then, I hadn't met him yet.
"Hey guys! Why are you laughing?" Then he saw me and grinned. "Hey there, druggie" He said. That made Billie and Trè laugh even harder. I sighed.
"Hey... " I answered. Obviously he already knew everything about me as well.
"So... What is it that's so funny?" He asked me, since Billie and Trè were still rolling around at the floor, laughing.
"They're just making fun of all my secrets I told them yesterday when I was a little drunk." I answered honestly.
"And high" Mike added and grinned. I sighed.
"And high" I admitted. Billie and Trè stopped laughing and pulled them selves up on the bed again, and looked at me. I realized my sunglasses had been taken off and they were lying on a table next to the bed. I quickly put them on and then I looked at a clock on the table.
11:30 AM
"Fuck! My dad will kill me!" I shouted, jumped out of the bed and ran towards the door. But Billie stopped me.
"No, wait!" He yelled and grabbed my arm. I turned around angry.
"Billie! You're not helping very much now, this gets me in trouble! Didn't you hear me, my dad will beat the shit outta me!" I screamed. I knew that every second my dad was getting more pissed off, and the more pissed off he was, the more he'd beat me up. Billie looked at me with caring eyes.
"I know. That's why I don't want you to go home. You don't deserve it." He said. I sighed.
"It's not that easy! I haven't got anywhere to go, and he'll find me... He always does." I mumbled. I had tried to run away before, but he found me both times. He just got the police to look for me.
"Stay with me, he won't find you here" Trè said.
"Trè, I'd love to, but he never gives up! He'll get the police to look for me and I'll never be able to live a normal life!" They looked at me, I think they understood. Billie let go of my arm, but I didn't leave. It was a long silence before I sat back down at the bed. Trè smiled sadly and Billie sat down next to me.
"So... What do we do?" Mike asked. I shrugged and Trè looked down at the floor.
"Well, she's not staying with her father" Billie said. The other two shook their heads. After a while in silence, everybody thinking about what to do, I got up.
"Since none of us know what to do next, I should go home." I said and walked out the door. This time they didn't stop me.
