Road Trip, chapter 4
Billie was distant the next morning. He stayed away from me. Shona and Mike were too couple-like to notice and Tre was too high. I attempted to talk to Billie again during the day. At one point I'd managed to corner him.
"Billie, don't avoid me." He just moved me aside and walked away. After that I decided to talk to Shona. We all went to a restaurant for lunch. It was nice restaurant. It had a real cool 50's vibe. There was a jukebox playing Lynyrd Skynyrd and Elvis Presely and stuff like that. Billie instantly went to the jukebox to try to get something on that he classed as 'decent'. Minutes later Lynyrd Skynyrd was replaced by Elvis Presely's Separate Ways. I tried to shake off the feeling that Billie had that one on for a reason.
Shona and Mike were happily making out, oblivious to me, Billie and Elvis, while Tre was harrassing a pretty waitress. I glanced at Billie as he made his way back to the table. The vacant look he gave me was the last straw. I grabbed Shona's arm and dragged her to the girl's bathroom.
"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed at me.
"Shona, I like Billie but he's being an ass."
"And you're being a bitch." I locked myself in a cubicle. "Edie, come out. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." I ignored her. "Edie, Billie likes you too. But you're just..." She didn't finish.
"I'm just what?" I demanded.
"You're sending him too many signs. You're pulling him closer and pushing him away. How do think that's making him feel?"
"I am not!" I insisted.
"Yes you are!" She shouted. "You're confusing him. Just make up yur mind. Do you really want him or not?" Shona left me on my own. And because I'm an emo I cried. A lot.
By the time I had dragged myself back to the table they had ordered food and were tucking into it.
"Shona ordered some veggie shit for you." Tre said through a mouthful of half chewed meat. Nausiated, I sat down and poked the food on my plate with a fork.
"Edie, it's not that bad." Said Billie as he ate his own. He had the same as me by the looks of it. "It tastes kinda like what you'd expect, really old but still good vegetables to taste like. But I think that's because that's what it is." He concluded. I wrinkled my nose and took a bite. Billie was right. It wasn't all that bad. I could think of at least 50 things I'd rather eat but considering the fact that none of those 50 things were on offer, the vegetable mess on my plate was appetizing.
Afterwards, as we left the restaurant, Billie pulled me to the side.
"How come you came out the bathroom with red rims round your eyes?" He asked. I shrugged and tried to follow Shona, Mike and Tre. Billie pulled me back. "What did you and Shona talk about?"
"You and how much of an ass you're being." I snapped. He was seriously insulted.
"I've been an ass? If I'm an ass then you're a spoilt bitchy little princess!" He almost shouted.
"Stop calling me a fucking princess! I'm not posh and I dont have that much money!" I shouted.
"Stop acting as if you know whats it's like to be poor. That's why you don't like me isn't it? I don't have the money to treat you to anything. The only thing I can offer to you is eternal love and all that shit. And to you it is just shit. You're a material little fucking princess spoilt rotten by your fucking middle class Daddy." He shouted back. Once he'd said it he was sorry. He tried to hug me but I just stormed off. If that's what he thought of me then fuck him. He can go fuck himself.
"Billie, don't avoid me." He just moved me aside and walked away. After that I decided to talk to Shona. We all went to a restaurant for lunch. It was nice restaurant. It had a real cool 50's vibe. There was a jukebox playing Lynyrd Skynyrd and Elvis Presely and stuff like that. Billie instantly went to the jukebox to try to get something on that he classed as 'decent'. Minutes later Lynyrd Skynyrd was replaced by Elvis Presely's Separate Ways. I tried to shake off the feeling that Billie had that one on for a reason.
Shona and Mike were happily making out, oblivious to me, Billie and Elvis, while Tre was harrassing a pretty waitress. I glanced at Billie as he made his way back to the table. The vacant look he gave me was the last straw. I grabbed Shona's arm and dragged her to the girl's bathroom.
"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed at me.
"Shona, I like Billie but he's being an ass."
"And you're being a bitch." I locked myself in a cubicle. "Edie, come out. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." I ignored her. "Edie, Billie likes you too. But you're just..." She didn't finish.
"I'm just what?" I demanded.
"You're sending him too many signs. You're pulling him closer and pushing him away. How do think that's making him feel?"
"I am not!" I insisted.
"Yes you are!" She shouted. "You're confusing him. Just make up yur mind. Do you really want him or not?" Shona left me on my own. And because I'm an emo I cried. A lot.
By the time I had dragged myself back to the table they had ordered food and were tucking into it.
"Shona ordered some veggie shit for you." Tre said through a mouthful of half chewed meat. Nausiated, I sat down and poked the food on my plate with a fork.
"Edie, it's not that bad." Said Billie as he ate his own. He had the same as me by the looks of it. "It tastes kinda like what you'd expect, really old but still good vegetables to taste like. But I think that's because that's what it is." He concluded. I wrinkled my nose and took a bite. Billie was right. It wasn't all that bad. I could think of at least 50 things I'd rather eat but considering the fact that none of those 50 things were on offer, the vegetable mess on my plate was appetizing.
Afterwards, as we left the restaurant, Billie pulled me to the side.
"How come you came out the bathroom with red rims round your eyes?" He asked. I shrugged and tried to follow Shona, Mike and Tre. Billie pulled me back. "What did you and Shona talk about?"
"You and how much of an ass you're being." I snapped. He was seriously insulted.
"I've been an ass? If I'm an ass then you're a spoilt bitchy little princess!" He almost shouted.
"Stop calling me a fucking princess! I'm not posh and I dont have that much money!" I shouted.
"Stop acting as if you know whats it's like to be poor. That's why you don't like me isn't it? I don't have the money to treat you to anything. The only thing I can offer to you is eternal love and all that shit. And to you it is just shit. You're a material little fucking princess spoilt rotten by your fucking middle class Daddy." He shouted back. Once he'd said it he was sorry. He tried to hug me but I just stormed off. If that's what he thought of me then fuck him. He can go fuck himself.
