Rachina, Green Day And I, chapter 24
*******NEXT MORNING******
Ow, my head hurt and I didn't know why. It was like a mild hangover, but I didn't have any alcohol! My phone started ringing while I was brushing my hair, it was Billie Joe.
"Hey babe." He said.
"Hi." I said, yawning and stretching.
"What you been up to?" he asked.
"Being tortured by a motherfucking fucktard." I answered simply. "Dave is staying with us now, and he threw me in the pool at like six or seven last night. Then he locked me out of my own house for an hour and a half." I said.
"That dickhead! Anyway, are you busy today?" he asked.
"Nope, absolutely nothing." I said, smiling at the thought.
"Cool. Do you want to go see a movie?"
"Yea, sure." I said. Today was gonna be good.
"Ok, well, can you ask Rachel to come? Mike, Tre, and Tara are already going." He said.
"Ok, sure!" This is gonna be great. A day off work spent with my best friends, and my wonderful boyfriend.
"Ok, I'll pick you up in a couple of hours. You, Rachel, and Corinne if she wants to come." He said.
"See you then." I said, and hung up.
"Rachel! Oh Rachel! I said, cruising next door to Rachel's room.
"Yeah, what." She said, raising her head only slightly from her pillow.
"We're going to the movies today with Tre, Tara, Mike, and Billie Joe. Corinne can come if she wants." I said, jumping on her bed.
"Fine, fine." She said, rolling over and covering herself in her doona.
"We're gonna get picked up in a couple of hours." I said, and she sprung up. "SHOTGUN BAGS SHOWER FIRST!!" I screamed, and raced her there, and won by half a second. I showered, dressed, and did my eye makeup. I walked into the kitchen, to find Corinne there, eating a bowel of Frosties, fully dressed and showered as if she was gonna leave any minute now.
"Busy?" I said.
"Nope." She answered.
"Cool, wanna come to the movies?" I said.
"Sure." Se was into one word answers.
"Ok, Billie Joe's gonna pick us up in like half an hour," I said, quickly glancing at the clock.
"Ok cool." She said. "Can I invite Dave?" she asked.
"I would prefer not to." I said. "But you can if you must."
"Ok cool." She said once again and I went to get a mug of coffee. Dave walked out of the guest bedroom and into the kitchen, fully dressed and ready, like Corinne was. When he walked past me, he punched me in the arm. It didn't hurt much, but it was probably enough to leave a bruise. I heard him kiss Corinne, and her ask him to the movies. Sadly for me, he accepted. I finished my morning coffee, and rinsed out the mug. It was my own mug that no one else ever used, so I didn't have to wash it too thoughrily. (can't spell it!) I went to my room and darkened my eyeliner to pass the time. After I finished, I checked the clock, saw Billie Joe would be here very soon, and went to sit outside. Billie Joe's car pulled into the driveway in a couple of minutes, and parked next to mine. He jumped out of his car, walked over to me and kissed me lightly on the lips. I gave him a hug, and went inside to get the others. Billie Joe followed me inside and took at seat on the couch. Rachel was just putting on her shoes, and Corinne was finishing a glass of water. They followed me into the living room.
"Hi Rachel, hi Corinne," Billie Joe said, smiling at them.
"Hi," they said in unison.
"Can Corinne bring her boyfriend, Dave?" Rachel asked.
"Of course!" Billie Joe said. "There's plenty of room in my car." Dave entered the room, scratching his head, and instantly spotted Billie Joe.
"Holy fuck! You're Billie Joe Armstrong aren't you?!?!" he said in disbelief.
"Yes last time I checked I was." He answered. Dave walked over and shook his hand. Everyone walked outside and sat in the car; Billie Joe and I in front, Rachel, Corinne, and Dave in the back in that order. Before he started up the car Billie Joe gave me a quick peck on the check. I was sure Dave saw.
"I love you." I said, smiling.
"I love you too." Billie Joe said back.
+-*-+ Billie Joe's POV +-*-+
About half an hour into the movie, we got thrown out. Well, Kym got us thrown out. She thought there was no one else in the cinema and was jumping around on all the chairs and acting like an idiot. Tre joined in, and they were both laughing their heads off when we realised there was one other person sitting in the cinema, actually trying to watch the movie. An usher came in and said
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a warning. If you keep on disturbing all these people trying to watch the movie, I'm going to have to throw you out."
Kym said
"Look around lady, there's no one here in this shithouse movie!" and with that, she and Tre walked out, giggling. The usher then told us to leave, or she'd call security on us. We followed Kym out, and she sat down on a bench outside.
"Kym, can we please all go out somewhere without you ruining it?" Rachel said.
"What do you mean? That movie was crap anyway."
"Yea, but you don't have to make a fool of yourself! I mean, everywhere we go, you just have to get all the attention, make people look at you, and embarrass the hell out of me!" Rachel said, glaring at Kym.
"We sorry if I want to express my opinions and live life up while I still have it!" she screamed, jumping up and walking away.
"Well you don't have to get thrown out of every fucking place you go to have fun!" she yelled back, and stormed off in the opposite direction with Tre, Mike and Tara. I ran after Kym, who was walking extremely fast.
"Kym, wait." I said, trying to keep up. She stopped and turned around, and I was able to catch up to her. She looked mad and upset.
"Am I really that much of an embarrassment to you??" she quietly said.
"No! Of course you aren't!" I said, trying to hug her. She pulled away.
"Well my best friend just told me I was." She said, walking off again. "I never knew people hated me so much."
"Kym, wait!" I said. She just kept on walking, and quickened her pace. I decided to stop, maybe she just needed to cool down.
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
I didn't feel like talking to Billie Joe for once, and I didn't want him trying to reassure me as it was probably a lie. I looked behind me. He had given up chasing me and was sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. I kept on walking, jumped into my car, and drove off. I turned up my CD player really loud. I rolled down my windows for fresh air, and to piss of some people to let off some steam. I never knew Rachel was so ashamed to go out places with me. After all the years we'd been best friends, she never told me. I parked slanted and all over the place in the driveway, as I knew Rachel hated it when I did that, and I went inside. I locked all the doors, shut all the windows, blocked off all sources of light, turned up my stereo to my "sad songs" CD, and lay face down on my bed. I was so mad at Rachel, yet so hurt by her word. I also couldn't believe that I was making such a big deal out of it! If it was someone else, I would have retorted, said a witty comment, and walked off with Rachel, except this time, she was against me. I slowly drifted off to sleep, but awoke several minutes later when the door slammed. Rachel opened all the curtains, and locked herself in her room. I turned my music up. She stormed out of her room and shouted at me
"Turn your fucking stereo down, not everyone likes you music."
"Well, is that something else you've always hated about me but never said to my face?" I screamed back.
"Yes. I've always hated your bad music taste, you're craving for embarrassing forms of attention, and how annoying you can be some times." She screamed at me.
"Well you're not so fucking perfect yourself!"
"And, how you swear so much."
"Well why are you friends with me if I'm so far from perfect? Why have you waited till now to tell me?" I screamed at her.
"I felt sorry for you. You had no friends until I came along, and felt sorry for you."
"I can't believe you Rachel. So you are my pity friend?" I yelled.
"Yes Kym, that's right." She said.
"Well, if I'm so fucking unwanted, I'm just gonna leave your 'perfect life'." I yelled back at her. I slammed my door, and packed some bags with clothes, CD's, and a notepad and pen. I slipped my lighter in my pocket, and left. I went into my car, and drove to Chris. I knew I shouldn't, but I needed it. I saw him there, and bough a supply. I didn't want to have to go there to get high, and just in case I needed more. I then drove to my old hideout from the world, a little stone cave near a lake. I sat there, and I smoked. I sat there, I smoked, and my problems didn't entirely disappear, although I was a bit better. I smoked another, and I was really high. I forgot about Rachel, where I was, and everything just so damn funny! I walked around the lake, giggling at anything and everything I passed, then eventually got the munchies really bad. I went and got a couple of hot dogs, and shoved them in my mouth quickly. I sat down on the park bench for at least an hour, staring at random things. Soon enough, the effects slowly started to ware off, and I was reminded once again of my best friend being mad at me. I also had no where to go. I couldn't go back home, I couldn't go to Tara's or Laura's cuz they would smell the pot, and I couldn't sleep in the cave. I went to the train station, and bought a ticket for a train that looped around the whole city three times, and would be back here in the morning. I found a nice bunch of seats all to myself cuz there weren't many people on the train. I pulled off my jacket, and used it as a pillow. I closed my eyes, and slept.
Ow, my head hurt and I didn't know why. It was like a mild hangover, but I didn't have any alcohol! My phone started ringing while I was brushing my hair, it was Billie Joe.
"Hey babe." He said.
"Hi." I said, yawning and stretching.
"What you been up to?" he asked.
"Being tortured by a motherfucking fucktard." I answered simply. "Dave is staying with us now, and he threw me in the pool at like six or seven last night. Then he locked me out of my own house for an hour and a half." I said.
"That dickhead! Anyway, are you busy today?" he asked.
"Nope, absolutely nothing." I said, smiling at the thought.
"Cool. Do you want to go see a movie?"
"Yea, sure." I said. Today was gonna be good.
"Ok, well, can you ask Rachel to come? Mike, Tre, and Tara are already going." He said.
"Ok, sure!" This is gonna be great. A day off work spent with my best friends, and my wonderful boyfriend.
"Ok, I'll pick you up in a couple of hours. You, Rachel, and Corinne if she wants to come." He said.
"See you then." I said, and hung up.
"Rachel! Oh Rachel! I said, cruising next door to Rachel's room.
"Yeah, what." She said, raising her head only slightly from her pillow.
"We're going to the movies today with Tre, Tara, Mike, and Billie Joe. Corinne can come if she wants." I said, jumping on her bed.
"Fine, fine." She said, rolling over and covering herself in her doona.
"We're gonna get picked up in a couple of hours." I said, and she sprung up. "SHOTGUN BAGS SHOWER FIRST!!" I screamed, and raced her there, and won by half a second. I showered, dressed, and did my eye makeup. I walked into the kitchen, to find Corinne there, eating a bowel of Frosties, fully dressed and showered as if she was gonna leave any minute now.
"Busy?" I said.
"Nope." She answered.
"Cool, wanna come to the movies?" I said.
"Sure." Se was into one word answers.
"Ok, Billie Joe's gonna pick us up in like half an hour," I said, quickly glancing at the clock.
"Ok cool." She said. "Can I invite Dave?" she asked.
"I would prefer not to." I said. "But you can if you must."
"Ok cool." She said once again and I went to get a mug of coffee. Dave walked out of the guest bedroom and into the kitchen, fully dressed and ready, like Corinne was. When he walked past me, he punched me in the arm. It didn't hurt much, but it was probably enough to leave a bruise. I heard him kiss Corinne, and her ask him to the movies. Sadly for me, he accepted. I finished my morning coffee, and rinsed out the mug. It was my own mug that no one else ever used, so I didn't have to wash it too thoughrily. (can't spell it!) I went to my room and darkened my eyeliner to pass the time. After I finished, I checked the clock, saw Billie Joe would be here very soon, and went to sit outside. Billie Joe's car pulled into the driveway in a couple of minutes, and parked next to mine. He jumped out of his car, walked over to me and kissed me lightly on the lips. I gave him a hug, and went inside to get the others. Billie Joe followed me inside and took at seat on the couch. Rachel was just putting on her shoes, and Corinne was finishing a glass of water. They followed me into the living room.
"Hi Rachel, hi Corinne," Billie Joe said, smiling at them.
"Hi," they said in unison.
"Can Corinne bring her boyfriend, Dave?" Rachel asked.
"Of course!" Billie Joe said. "There's plenty of room in my car." Dave entered the room, scratching his head, and instantly spotted Billie Joe.
"Holy fuck! You're Billie Joe Armstrong aren't you?!?!" he said in disbelief.
"Yes last time I checked I was." He answered. Dave walked over and shook his hand. Everyone walked outside and sat in the car; Billie Joe and I in front, Rachel, Corinne, and Dave in the back in that order. Before he started up the car Billie Joe gave me a quick peck on the check. I was sure Dave saw.
"I love you." I said, smiling.
"I love you too." Billie Joe said back.
+-*-+ Billie Joe's POV +-*-+
About half an hour into the movie, we got thrown out. Well, Kym got us thrown out. She thought there was no one else in the cinema and was jumping around on all the chairs and acting like an idiot. Tre joined in, and they were both laughing their heads off when we realised there was one other person sitting in the cinema, actually trying to watch the movie. An usher came in and said
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a warning. If you keep on disturbing all these people trying to watch the movie, I'm going to have to throw you out."
Kym said
"Look around lady, there's no one here in this shithouse movie!" and with that, she and Tre walked out, giggling. The usher then told us to leave, or she'd call security on us. We followed Kym out, and she sat down on a bench outside.
"Kym, can we please all go out somewhere without you ruining it?" Rachel said.
"What do you mean? That movie was crap anyway."
"Yea, but you don't have to make a fool of yourself! I mean, everywhere we go, you just have to get all the attention, make people look at you, and embarrass the hell out of me!" Rachel said, glaring at Kym.
"We sorry if I want to express my opinions and live life up while I still have it!" she screamed, jumping up and walking away.
"Well you don't have to get thrown out of every fucking place you go to have fun!" she yelled back, and stormed off in the opposite direction with Tre, Mike and Tara. I ran after Kym, who was walking extremely fast.
"Kym, wait." I said, trying to keep up. She stopped and turned around, and I was able to catch up to her. She looked mad and upset.
"Am I really that much of an embarrassment to you??" she quietly said.
"No! Of course you aren't!" I said, trying to hug her. She pulled away.
"Well my best friend just told me I was." She said, walking off again. "I never knew people hated me so much."
"Kym, wait!" I said. She just kept on walking, and quickened her pace. I decided to stop, maybe she just needed to cool down.
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
I didn't feel like talking to Billie Joe for once, and I didn't want him trying to reassure me as it was probably a lie. I looked behind me. He had given up chasing me and was sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. I kept on walking, jumped into my car, and drove off. I turned up my CD player really loud. I rolled down my windows for fresh air, and to piss of some people to let off some steam. I never knew Rachel was so ashamed to go out places with me. After all the years we'd been best friends, she never told me. I parked slanted and all over the place in the driveway, as I knew Rachel hated it when I did that, and I went inside. I locked all the doors, shut all the windows, blocked off all sources of light, turned up my stereo to my "sad songs" CD, and lay face down on my bed. I was so mad at Rachel, yet so hurt by her word. I also couldn't believe that I was making such a big deal out of it! If it was someone else, I would have retorted, said a witty comment, and walked off with Rachel, except this time, she was against me. I slowly drifted off to sleep, but awoke several minutes later when the door slammed. Rachel opened all the curtains, and locked herself in her room. I turned my music up. She stormed out of her room and shouted at me
"Turn your fucking stereo down, not everyone likes you music."
"Well, is that something else you've always hated about me but never said to my face?" I screamed back.
"Yes. I've always hated your bad music taste, you're craving for embarrassing forms of attention, and how annoying you can be some times." She screamed at me.
"Well you're not so fucking perfect yourself!"
"And, how you swear so much."
"Well why are you friends with me if I'm so far from perfect? Why have you waited till now to tell me?" I screamed at her.
"I felt sorry for you. You had no friends until I came along, and felt sorry for you."
"I can't believe you Rachel. So you are my pity friend?" I yelled.
"Yes Kym, that's right." She said.
"Well, if I'm so fucking unwanted, I'm just gonna leave your 'perfect life'." I yelled back at her. I slammed my door, and packed some bags with clothes, CD's, and a notepad and pen. I slipped my lighter in my pocket, and left. I went into my car, and drove to Chris. I knew I shouldn't, but I needed it. I saw him there, and bough a supply. I didn't want to have to go there to get high, and just in case I needed more. I then drove to my old hideout from the world, a little stone cave near a lake. I sat there, and I smoked. I sat there, I smoked, and my problems didn't entirely disappear, although I was a bit better. I smoked another, and I was really high. I forgot about Rachel, where I was, and everything just so damn funny! I walked around the lake, giggling at anything and everything I passed, then eventually got the munchies really bad. I went and got a couple of hot dogs, and shoved them in my mouth quickly. I sat down on the park bench for at least an hour, staring at random things. Soon enough, the effects slowly started to ware off, and I was reminded once again of my best friend being mad at me. I also had no where to go. I couldn't go back home, I couldn't go to Tara's or Laura's cuz they would smell the pot, and I couldn't sleep in the cave. I went to the train station, and bought a ticket for a train that looped around the whole city three times, and would be back here in the morning. I found a nice bunch of seats all to myself cuz there weren't many people on the train. I pulled off my jacket, and used it as a pillow. I closed my eyes, and slept.
