Rachina, Green Day And I, chapter 26
*******TWO DAYS LATER WITH TRE AND RACHEL******
+-*-+ Tre's POV +-*-+
I really, really hope Rachel wasn't mad at me too.
"Hey, you know how me and Kym were being all, immature and stuff at the movies, are you mad at me too?" I asked.
"No, of course not!" she said, smiling.
"Then why are you mad at Kym?" I asked.
"Cuz she takes it way too far. It's like she goes out of her way to piss people off, while you just wanna have fun." She said.
"Yea, well, sometimes I get hypo, and I get like her. I mean, you've been her friend for so long, you're just going to end it now?" I said, hoping to get a straight answer. Billie Joe had asked me to find out for him. He was getting a little bit worried about Kym.
"Well, I know I shouldn't, I mean, when we were younger, around 12, or 13, Kym had a friend, Oliver, and they'd go out to malls, and play a game where they try to annoy people, and piss off shopkeepers until they got thrown out. I thought it was funny back then, just a little embarrassing cuz we were young, but now, it's getting a bit embarrassing." She said.
"Well, you're still young! Live it up! Go on, see how much Kym has when you're busy worrying about being embarrassed? I'll take you out and show you how much fun it can be ok?" I offered, smiling and offering her my hand.
"Ok, I guess." She said, taking my hand, and smiling. I took her to my car, and drove to a mall, with intentions of going to Kmart first. (Like Wal-mart, just Australian lol) When we got there, she said,
"Why are we here?" giving me a weird look.
"Cuz it's so easy to annoy people!" I exclaimed.
+-*-+ Rachel's POV +-*-+
He opened the door for me, and explained a couple of good pranks. We first hunted around for a good first victim, and found one. I watched Tre grab packets, and packets of condoms, and manage to slip them into the guy's trolley without him noticing. I was ducking behind a stack of cat food, giggling. He ran back, and we watched the guy approach the checkout chick. She gave him a weird look when she spotted all the 24 packs of flavoured and glow-in-the-dark condoms. The guy looked extremely embarrassed, and ran out of the line to ditch all of the new "items" in his shopping cart. I got an idea, and whispered it in Tre's ear. He giggled, and nodded. I hid in a pile of toys and waited for someone to come along. A group of people, around 14 came over. I waited for them to get close enough, jumped out, and threw a "pokemon" ball at them screaming
"PIKACHU! I CHOOSE YOU!!" they all looked at me weirdly and ran off. It wasn't the best prank, but it got me laughing. Tre then walked up to one of those security cameras disguised as a mirror, and stared at himself in it while he picked his nose, and flicked it away. I laughed at him,
"Tre! Gross!" and he laughed too. "My go!" said. I walked up to a young man, about 20 something, and practically screamed at him
"DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE TAMPONS ARE??? I NEED THEM REEAALLY BAD!!!" and hopped on one foot for added affect. He just looked extremely surprised, shook his head, and hurried off.
"That was good!" Tre said, clapping. "Now get in this shopping trolley!" I jumped in, and Tre raced me around the shopping centre. I was screaming, and Tre was laughing, and everyone witnessing was trying to avoid the both of us. Tre was right, this was a lot of fun! I asked him if he wanted to go explore the rest of the huge mall. Tre nodded, and lifted me out of the shopping cart. We sprinted up a "down" escalator and into a crowded area. Tre smiled evilly, and walked up to a shop window, and started pulling faces at the person inside. The shop keepers got pissed off really fast, and gave him the finger. We both laughed, and it looked like Tre had an idea.
"Rachel... ?" he said.
"Yea,"
"Are you a fast runner?"
"Sorta. Why?" I said, curious about why he asked me that.
"Cuz we're gonna have to run... fast." He said. He then fished out a black permanent marker from his pocket and disappeared into the guy's toilets for a couple of minutes. He returned with a huge wicked grin on his face.
"Ready?" he said, looking at me.
"Yep." I replied, also grinning like a physco freak. He led me to a shop window outside an expensive, designer retailer and turned around. He then pulled down his pants, and bent over, mooning the shop, wiggling his butt in the air. I laughed really hard, and I saw what was written on his ass.
"PLACE LIPS HERE" with an arrow pointed to a circle. Everyone was shocked, quiet, and still, except for me and Tre. I was still laughing hard at Tre's ass, with my face turning red, and Tre was shaking his butt singing "Shake Your Booty" at the top of his voice. Out of the crowd, two tall, beefy security guards came in our direction.
"RUN!" Tre screamed, yanking his pants back up, and taking my hand. We ran through several crowded shops, staircases, and walkways but those damn security guards always seemed to be behind us! We finally escaped them into an elevator, an empty elevator. When we got to the parking level, before leaving, Tre and I pushed all the level buttons from the basement, to level 11. The next person who came in would be a poor, unfortunate sucker, and I just had to laugh at that.
"See how much fun it is?" Tre asked, climbing into the car.
"Hell yea! I can't believe I missed out on all of that while Kym had all the fun!" I admitted. When we got back to my place, Tre dropped me off and said good-bye. I went inside to take a nap, and didn't wake up until late at night. I thought about calling Kym, then saw it was almost midnight. Kym had word tomorrow and would probably be sleeping. I told myself I'd call fist thing tomorrow.
*******BILLLIE JOE'S HOUSE*******
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
*sigh* I couldn't get to sleep. I rolled over to check the clock. 11:57pm. I had work tomorrow and needed to get some rest. I crawled under sleeping Billie Joe's arms. As soon as he felt my body in his arms, he pulled me closer, and made me feel safe from unknown forces. I shut my eyes and fell far into another traumatising night of nightmare horrors.
+-*-+ Billie Joe's POV +-*-+
I woke up with Kym in my arms, still asleep. I know this sounds weird, but even though she was sleeping, her face said she was upset about something. I shook the though from my head, convincing myself it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. He eyes flickered open, and her face seemed to light up when she saw me. I smiled at her, and gave her a kiss.
"Good morning babe." I said when we pulled apart.
"Good morning." She replied, smiling. "What's the time?"
"8:15" I said.
"Good." She replied, leaning in to kiss me again.
"Why is it good?" I asked.
"Cuz work isn't until 11, so I can spend some more time here with you," she said, and started kissing my neck.
"You know I love it when you do that." I said, smiling. She moved on top of me and started unbuttoning my shirt.
*******SEVERAL MINUTES LATER*******
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
I looked over at the clock. It was 10:05. I needed to take a shower. I kissed Billie Joe one last time, and got up.
"That was great." He said, smiling cheekily at me.
"Yea, it sure was."
After my shower, I carefully dried the cuts on my wrists, and inner thighs. I didn't want Billie Joe, or anyone for that matter, noticing them. I changed into three quarter pants, and a long sleaved shirt. Luckily, it was actually cold today. I was getting sick of wearing jackets and long sleaved shirts when I was actually boiling hot. I walked into the kitchen and pulled Billie Joe into a big bear hug from behind. He was in the middle of making toasted cheese sandwiches for breakfast.
"Hey, I have to go in a few minutes." I said.
"Ok. Hey, I've gotta tell you something."
"Ok, shoot." I said, hoping it was something about Rachel, though seriously doubting it would be.
"I'm going to be at the studio more over the next few days cuz we're preparing to go on tour." He said. "I won't be around very often."
"Does that mean you want me out of your house?" I asked.
"No! Oh god no! I just want you to be ready." He said, smiling.
"Ok. Cool." I said.
*******SEVERAL DAYS LATER*******
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
Over the last few days, Billie Joe had been at the studio for at least 13 hours a day, and I was at home with all the curtains shut, watching TV and pigging out on cheese twisties zigzags. I had nothing better to do cuz it was like losing Billie Joe too. I never saw him cuz he'd arrive home after I fell asleep, and leave early in the morning before I woke. Although I hardly ever saw him, he left me little notes, and sometimes called the house phone during his lunch breaks. Little did he know, I had been drinking, and smoking heavily too. It was like I couldn't survive a day without smoking, and I just got sudden urges to drink. In my bags, I had my own stash of drugs, beer, and vodka. I also had a pair of scissors just in case I couldn't get the blood off a pair of Billie Joe's. Work had become more stressful, and the boss seamed to really hate me or no apparent reason. I was always getting yelled at, and given more work on short notice. It pissed me off, but I stayed anyway cuz I needed the money, and it didn't feel right having Billie Joe pay. I bought my own alcohol, my own scissors, and my own stash of twisties and chocolate, among other snack foods like cookie dough and ice cream. Even though I hadn't put on any excess weight, or flab, I felt fat, which was another reason for my new found self hatred. I wrote several letters to myself attempting to explain in word how I felt. I hid them in my bag, and read sometimes reflected on what I wrote, crying myself to sleep some nights. When Billie Joe finally finished needing to go to the studio every single day, I was extremely quiet around him, actually, quiet in general. I didn't have any urges to express my opinions, and I never smiled. I was self hating, and sleep deprived, staying up at night, sometimes cutting, some other times just wishing my pain would end. I would sit in the bed I shared with Billie Joe, read over my letters, and cry. I'd usually have the scissors with me for convenience. I think Billie Joe might have noticed how quiet I was, but didn't make much of it. I had almost stopped eating entirely cuz I felt fat from all the comfort food. I just drank, and smoked, and sometimes ate to try and convince Billie Joe I was fine. My face used to light up whenever I saw him, light a light bulb, but now, I just sighed inside, wondering why he was still with me. One day, I saw a picture of me in a magazine of one of my worse days, and an entire article about what they thought was making me look so sick. They thought it was Billie Joe treating me bad, and me preparing to miss him when they went on tour. How wrong they were. Although I would miss him, it wasn't the reason. He was leaving in four days, and I didn't know where I would go. One night, I finally said to myself I needed sleep. I lay down on the bed, and closed my eyes, almost instantly drifting off.
+-*-+ Billie Joe's POV +-*-+
Kym was acting strange, and quiet lately. My suspicions grew when she stopped smiling, and talking. Also, she had been wearing long sleeved shirts ever since she got here, always claiming she was cold. I waited for her to fall asleep one night, and searched through her bags. In one, I found a hell of a lot of beer, and vodka, a lighter, and a ripped up photo of her and Rachel. Understandable, but what I found in the other bag made me gasp. A bag full of marijuana, a pair of scissors with blood on them, and several pieces of paper that had what looked like tear stains on them. I read a couple of the letters, growing more, and more scared by every word read. They were letters, written by Kym, to herself, each one saying how much she hated herself, and how she wanted the pain to end. I silently ran over to Kym, and lifted up her arm. I pulled back her sleave and found several, deep cuts on her wrists. I'd read about people cutting themselves, and depression, so I decided to check to other main cutting area. I gently raised her shirt, and found a lot more, even deeper cuts on her inner thighs. I ran a finger over them, wondering why, why Kym would be punishing herself like this. Then I finally hit me, it was so obvious; Rachel. Kym moved in her sleep, and her eyes flickered open. She saw me looking at her wrist.
"Kym, how long have you been doing this?" I questioned.
"Since the night I got here," he said really quietly, looking away.
"What about the drugs? How long?" I asked, trying not to sound harsh at all.
"Since Dave got here." She answered, still not looking at me.
"I want to help you." I said, moving closer to her.
"I don't need your help, I'm fine." She said.
"You don't look very fine to me. Kym, you're on the verge of self destruction. I read those letters, I know you haven't been eating, but you've been drinking and smoking pot heavily." I said, trying to convince her. "It doesn't have to be like this."
"Yes is does. I can't stop it, you can't stop it, only Rachel can." She said, choking on her words, and still not looking at me.
"Kym, I love you, please, please let me help you. I want this to stop."
"Why?" she asked, turning to face me. Tears were gathering in her eyes, and making their own ways one-by-one down her cheek.
"Because I'm scared. Scared I'll come home some day and you won't be here. Scared you'll commit suicide and leave me here forever lonely. I've found you, the one person I love more than existing, and if I lose you, I don't know what I'll do. I said, pulling her close, and feeling tiny droplets of tears fall onto my shoulder.
"Well, it's not only Rachel. Work is getting really stressful for me, you haven't been around very often, and I think I'm addicted to drugs. After all the comfort food I've had, I started to feel fat, and stoped eating. I couldn't get to sleep at night, instead, I would read over, or write new letters of self hatred. I'd stay up with a pair of scissors and cut myself." She confessed.
"Don't worry, I'll help you. No one else has to know." I said, looking deep into her beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
"Thank you." She said.
"Ok, now get some sleep." I said, smiling and joining her under the bed sheets.
"Goodnight." She said, snuggling up to me.
"Goodnight."
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
Although I was still upset, and confused over Rachel, I knew Billie Joe was right. And as I lay there, with him lying behind me, holding me close, keeping me warm with his entire body, I made a vow to myself. I would stop. No more cutting, no more letters of self hatred to bring me down, and no more drugs. Although I didn't tell anyone, Chris almost got me into the heavier drugs, like cocaine and speed. I tried to sleep. My body was tired, but my mind was buzzing. I had at least a million thoughts going through my head.
*Why hasn't Rachel called?*
*That's right! My phone is out of battery!*
*What about Billie Joe's home phone?*
*I took my phone book with me, and she doesn't have the number*
*Well, if she really wanted it, wouldn't she get it off Tre?*
*Oh well. Damn, work is so fucking stressful!*
*Maybe I should quit*
*Yea, sounds good*
*I wonder how I should get revenge on Dave?*
*I know! Tainted brownies, mixed with a plague of spiders.* I must have slipped away from reality, cuz I was woken up by Billie Joe kissing my neck, and playing with my hair. I turned to face him, and gave him a long, deep, passionate kiss on the lips.
"Good morning sexy." I said, smiling for the first time in at least a week,
"Good morning indeed!" he said, also smiling.
"Thank you."
"For what?" Billie Joe asked with a confused look on his face.
"For giving me a reason to feel special" I said, hugging him.
"Wow! You make me feel so good inside." He said. I laughed a little, which was weird. My first laugh in so long.
"Well, you have the same affect on me. I remember when I was still in school, I'd come home stressed out, bullied, and close to tears. I'd sit alone, and listen to my Green Day CD's and hope that some day I'd make a difference. 6 years later, look where I am! In the middle of a serious relationship with my celebrity crush!" I said, hoping I didn't sounds physco.
Well, you make all the difference Kym. Your unique and loveable attitude make me smile, and every day takes on new meaning when I'm with you. Merely saying "I love you" isn't enough to express how I feel." And he started singing Redundant.
Now I Cannot Speak, I Lost My Voice.
I'm Speechless And Redundant.
'cause I Love You's Not Enough.
I'm Lost For Words.
I smiled and hugged him.
"I love your amazing voice." I said,
"Thanks," he said, blushing a tiny bit. "Hey, even when you and Rachel work things out, I was wondering if you'd like to live here, with me." he offered, shyly looking down at the sheets.
"I'd love to." I answered, tilting his head back up and kissing him. Billie Joe smiled, and said
"Well, we're leaving to go on tour with Simple Plan in a couple of days, and I was wondering if you'd like to come. I mean, you might not have worked it out with Rachel, and you'd probably hate to have to stay here alone." He said.
"Oh my god! I'd love to!" I said, getting excited.
"Ok, cool." He said, smiling widely.
+-*-+ Tre's POV +-*-+
I really, really hope Rachel wasn't mad at me too.
"Hey, you know how me and Kym were being all, immature and stuff at the movies, are you mad at me too?" I asked.
"No, of course not!" she said, smiling.
"Then why are you mad at Kym?" I asked.
"Cuz she takes it way too far. It's like she goes out of her way to piss people off, while you just wanna have fun." She said.
"Yea, well, sometimes I get hypo, and I get like her. I mean, you've been her friend for so long, you're just going to end it now?" I said, hoping to get a straight answer. Billie Joe had asked me to find out for him. He was getting a little bit worried about Kym.
"Well, I know I shouldn't, I mean, when we were younger, around 12, or 13, Kym had a friend, Oliver, and they'd go out to malls, and play a game where they try to annoy people, and piss off shopkeepers until they got thrown out. I thought it was funny back then, just a little embarrassing cuz we were young, but now, it's getting a bit embarrassing." She said.
"Well, you're still young! Live it up! Go on, see how much Kym has when you're busy worrying about being embarrassed? I'll take you out and show you how much fun it can be ok?" I offered, smiling and offering her my hand.
"Ok, I guess." She said, taking my hand, and smiling. I took her to my car, and drove to a mall, with intentions of going to Kmart first. (Like Wal-mart, just Australian lol) When we got there, she said,
"Why are we here?" giving me a weird look.
"Cuz it's so easy to annoy people!" I exclaimed.
+-*-+ Rachel's POV +-*-+
He opened the door for me, and explained a couple of good pranks. We first hunted around for a good first victim, and found one. I watched Tre grab packets, and packets of condoms, and manage to slip them into the guy's trolley without him noticing. I was ducking behind a stack of cat food, giggling. He ran back, and we watched the guy approach the checkout chick. She gave him a weird look when she spotted all the 24 packs of flavoured and glow-in-the-dark condoms. The guy looked extremely embarrassed, and ran out of the line to ditch all of the new "items" in his shopping cart. I got an idea, and whispered it in Tre's ear. He giggled, and nodded. I hid in a pile of toys and waited for someone to come along. A group of people, around 14 came over. I waited for them to get close enough, jumped out, and threw a "pokemon" ball at them screaming
"PIKACHU! I CHOOSE YOU!!" they all looked at me weirdly and ran off. It wasn't the best prank, but it got me laughing. Tre then walked up to one of those security cameras disguised as a mirror, and stared at himself in it while he picked his nose, and flicked it away. I laughed at him,
"Tre! Gross!" and he laughed too. "My go!" said. I walked up to a young man, about 20 something, and practically screamed at him
"DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE TAMPONS ARE??? I NEED THEM REEAALLY BAD!!!" and hopped on one foot for added affect. He just looked extremely surprised, shook his head, and hurried off.
"That was good!" Tre said, clapping. "Now get in this shopping trolley!" I jumped in, and Tre raced me around the shopping centre. I was screaming, and Tre was laughing, and everyone witnessing was trying to avoid the both of us. Tre was right, this was a lot of fun! I asked him if he wanted to go explore the rest of the huge mall. Tre nodded, and lifted me out of the shopping cart. We sprinted up a "down" escalator and into a crowded area. Tre smiled evilly, and walked up to a shop window, and started pulling faces at the person inside. The shop keepers got pissed off really fast, and gave him the finger. We both laughed, and it looked like Tre had an idea.
"Rachel... ?" he said.
"Yea,"
"Are you a fast runner?"
"Sorta. Why?" I said, curious about why he asked me that.
"Cuz we're gonna have to run... fast." He said. He then fished out a black permanent marker from his pocket and disappeared into the guy's toilets for a couple of minutes. He returned with a huge wicked grin on his face.
"Ready?" he said, looking at me.
"Yep." I replied, also grinning like a physco freak. He led me to a shop window outside an expensive, designer retailer and turned around. He then pulled down his pants, and bent over, mooning the shop, wiggling his butt in the air. I laughed really hard, and I saw what was written on his ass.
"PLACE LIPS HERE" with an arrow pointed to a circle. Everyone was shocked, quiet, and still, except for me and Tre. I was still laughing hard at Tre's ass, with my face turning red, and Tre was shaking his butt singing "Shake Your Booty" at the top of his voice. Out of the crowd, two tall, beefy security guards came in our direction.
"RUN!" Tre screamed, yanking his pants back up, and taking my hand. We ran through several crowded shops, staircases, and walkways but those damn security guards always seemed to be behind us! We finally escaped them into an elevator, an empty elevator. When we got to the parking level, before leaving, Tre and I pushed all the level buttons from the basement, to level 11. The next person who came in would be a poor, unfortunate sucker, and I just had to laugh at that.
"See how much fun it is?" Tre asked, climbing into the car.
"Hell yea! I can't believe I missed out on all of that while Kym had all the fun!" I admitted. When we got back to my place, Tre dropped me off and said good-bye. I went inside to take a nap, and didn't wake up until late at night. I thought about calling Kym, then saw it was almost midnight. Kym had word tomorrow and would probably be sleeping. I told myself I'd call fist thing tomorrow.
*******BILLLIE JOE'S HOUSE*******
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
*sigh* I couldn't get to sleep. I rolled over to check the clock. 11:57pm. I had work tomorrow and needed to get some rest. I crawled under sleeping Billie Joe's arms. As soon as he felt my body in his arms, he pulled me closer, and made me feel safe from unknown forces. I shut my eyes and fell far into another traumatising night of nightmare horrors.
+-*-+ Billie Joe's POV +-*-+
I woke up with Kym in my arms, still asleep. I know this sounds weird, but even though she was sleeping, her face said she was upset about something. I shook the though from my head, convincing myself it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. He eyes flickered open, and her face seemed to light up when she saw me. I smiled at her, and gave her a kiss.
"Good morning babe." I said when we pulled apart.
"Good morning." She replied, smiling. "What's the time?"
"8:15" I said.
"Good." She replied, leaning in to kiss me again.
"Why is it good?" I asked.
"Cuz work isn't until 11, so I can spend some more time here with you," she said, and started kissing my neck.
"You know I love it when you do that." I said, smiling. She moved on top of me and started unbuttoning my shirt.
*******SEVERAL MINUTES LATER*******
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
I looked over at the clock. It was 10:05. I needed to take a shower. I kissed Billie Joe one last time, and got up.
"That was great." He said, smiling cheekily at me.
"Yea, it sure was."
After my shower, I carefully dried the cuts on my wrists, and inner thighs. I didn't want Billie Joe, or anyone for that matter, noticing them. I changed into three quarter pants, and a long sleaved shirt. Luckily, it was actually cold today. I was getting sick of wearing jackets and long sleaved shirts when I was actually boiling hot. I walked into the kitchen and pulled Billie Joe into a big bear hug from behind. He was in the middle of making toasted cheese sandwiches for breakfast.
"Hey, I have to go in a few minutes." I said.
"Ok. Hey, I've gotta tell you something."
"Ok, shoot." I said, hoping it was something about Rachel, though seriously doubting it would be.
"I'm going to be at the studio more over the next few days cuz we're preparing to go on tour." He said. "I won't be around very often."
"Does that mean you want me out of your house?" I asked.
"No! Oh god no! I just want you to be ready." He said, smiling.
"Ok. Cool." I said.
*******SEVERAL DAYS LATER*******
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
Over the last few days, Billie Joe had been at the studio for at least 13 hours a day, and I was at home with all the curtains shut, watching TV and pigging out on cheese twisties zigzags. I had nothing better to do cuz it was like losing Billie Joe too. I never saw him cuz he'd arrive home after I fell asleep, and leave early in the morning before I woke. Although I hardly ever saw him, he left me little notes, and sometimes called the house phone during his lunch breaks. Little did he know, I had been drinking, and smoking heavily too. It was like I couldn't survive a day without smoking, and I just got sudden urges to drink. In my bags, I had my own stash of drugs, beer, and vodka. I also had a pair of scissors just in case I couldn't get the blood off a pair of Billie Joe's. Work had become more stressful, and the boss seamed to really hate me or no apparent reason. I was always getting yelled at, and given more work on short notice. It pissed me off, but I stayed anyway cuz I needed the money, and it didn't feel right having Billie Joe pay. I bought my own alcohol, my own scissors, and my own stash of twisties and chocolate, among other snack foods like cookie dough and ice cream. Even though I hadn't put on any excess weight, or flab, I felt fat, which was another reason for my new found self hatred. I wrote several letters to myself attempting to explain in word how I felt. I hid them in my bag, and read sometimes reflected on what I wrote, crying myself to sleep some nights. When Billie Joe finally finished needing to go to the studio every single day, I was extremely quiet around him, actually, quiet in general. I didn't have any urges to express my opinions, and I never smiled. I was self hating, and sleep deprived, staying up at night, sometimes cutting, some other times just wishing my pain would end. I would sit in the bed I shared with Billie Joe, read over my letters, and cry. I'd usually have the scissors with me for convenience. I think Billie Joe might have noticed how quiet I was, but didn't make much of it. I had almost stopped eating entirely cuz I felt fat from all the comfort food. I just drank, and smoked, and sometimes ate to try and convince Billie Joe I was fine. My face used to light up whenever I saw him, light a light bulb, but now, I just sighed inside, wondering why he was still with me. One day, I saw a picture of me in a magazine of one of my worse days, and an entire article about what they thought was making me look so sick. They thought it was Billie Joe treating me bad, and me preparing to miss him when they went on tour. How wrong they were. Although I would miss him, it wasn't the reason. He was leaving in four days, and I didn't know where I would go. One night, I finally said to myself I needed sleep. I lay down on the bed, and closed my eyes, almost instantly drifting off.
+-*-+ Billie Joe's POV +-*-+
Kym was acting strange, and quiet lately. My suspicions grew when she stopped smiling, and talking. Also, she had been wearing long sleeved shirts ever since she got here, always claiming she was cold. I waited for her to fall asleep one night, and searched through her bags. In one, I found a hell of a lot of beer, and vodka, a lighter, and a ripped up photo of her and Rachel. Understandable, but what I found in the other bag made me gasp. A bag full of marijuana, a pair of scissors with blood on them, and several pieces of paper that had what looked like tear stains on them. I read a couple of the letters, growing more, and more scared by every word read. They were letters, written by Kym, to herself, each one saying how much she hated herself, and how she wanted the pain to end. I silently ran over to Kym, and lifted up her arm. I pulled back her sleave and found several, deep cuts on her wrists. I'd read about people cutting themselves, and depression, so I decided to check to other main cutting area. I gently raised her shirt, and found a lot more, even deeper cuts on her inner thighs. I ran a finger over them, wondering why, why Kym would be punishing herself like this. Then I finally hit me, it was so obvious; Rachel. Kym moved in her sleep, and her eyes flickered open. She saw me looking at her wrist.
"Kym, how long have you been doing this?" I questioned.
"Since the night I got here," he said really quietly, looking away.
"What about the drugs? How long?" I asked, trying not to sound harsh at all.
"Since Dave got here." She answered, still not looking at me.
"I want to help you." I said, moving closer to her.
"I don't need your help, I'm fine." She said.
"You don't look very fine to me. Kym, you're on the verge of self destruction. I read those letters, I know you haven't been eating, but you've been drinking and smoking pot heavily." I said, trying to convince her. "It doesn't have to be like this."
"Yes is does. I can't stop it, you can't stop it, only Rachel can." She said, choking on her words, and still not looking at me.
"Kym, I love you, please, please let me help you. I want this to stop."
"Why?" she asked, turning to face me. Tears were gathering in her eyes, and making their own ways one-by-one down her cheek.
"Because I'm scared. Scared I'll come home some day and you won't be here. Scared you'll commit suicide and leave me here forever lonely. I've found you, the one person I love more than existing, and if I lose you, I don't know what I'll do. I said, pulling her close, and feeling tiny droplets of tears fall onto my shoulder.
"Well, it's not only Rachel. Work is getting really stressful for me, you haven't been around very often, and I think I'm addicted to drugs. After all the comfort food I've had, I started to feel fat, and stoped eating. I couldn't get to sleep at night, instead, I would read over, or write new letters of self hatred. I'd stay up with a pair of scissors and cut myself." She confessed.
"Don't worry, I'll help you. No one else has to know." I said, looking deep into her beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
"Thank you." She said.
"Ok, now get some sleep." I said, smiling and joining her under the bed sheets.
"Goodnight." She said, snuggling up to me.
"Goodnight."
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
Although I was still upset, and confused over Rachel, I knew Billie Joe was right. And as I lay there, with him lying behind me, holding me close, keeping me warm with his entire body, I made a vow to myself. I would stop. No more cutting, no more letters of self hatred to bring me down, and no more drugs. Although I didn't tell anyone, Chris almost got me into the heavier drugs, like cocaine and speed. I tried to sleep. My body was tired, but my mind was buzzing. I had at least a million thoughts going through my head.
*Why hasn't Rachel called?*
*That's right! My phone is out of battery!*
*What about Billie Joe's home phone?*
*I took my phone book with me, and she doesn't have the number*
*Well, if she really wanted it, wouldn't she get it off Tre?*
*Oh well. Damn, work is so fucking stressful!*
*Maybe I should quit*
*Yea, sounds good*
*I wonder how I should get revenge on Dave?*
*I know! Tainted brownies, mixed with a plague of spiders.* I must have slipped away from reality, cuz I was woken up by Billie Joe kissing my neck, and playing with my hair. I turned to face him, and gave him a long, deep, passionate kiss on the lips.
"Good morning sexy." I said, smiling for the first time in at least a week,
"Good morning indeed!" he said, also smiling.
"Thank you."
"For what?" Billie Joe asked with a confused look on his face.
"For giving me a reason to feel special" I said, hugging him.
"Wow! You make me feel so good inside." He said. I laughed a little, which was weird. My first laugh in so long.
"Well, you have the same affect on me. I remember when I was still in school, I'd come home stressed out, bullied, and close to tears. I'd sit alone, and listen to my Green Day CD's and hope that some day I'd make a difference. 6 years later, look where I am! In the middle of a serious relationship with my celebrity crush!" I said, hoping I didn't sounds physco.
Well, you make all the difference Kym. Your unique and loveable attitude make me smile, and every day takes on new meaning when I'm with you. Merely saying "I love you" isn't enough to express how I feel." And he started singing Redundant.
Now I Cannot Speak, I Lost My Voice.
I'm Speechless And Redundant.
'cause I Love You's Not Enough.
I'm Lost For Words.
I smiled and hugged him.
"I love your amazing voice." I said,
"Thanks," he said, blushing a tiny bit. "Hey, even when you and Rachel work things out, I was wondering if you'd like to live here, with me." he offered, shyly looking down at the sheets.
"I'd love to." I answered, tilting his head back up and kissing him. Billie Joe smiled, and said
"Well, we're leaving to go on tour with Simple Plan in a couple of days, and I was wondering if you'd like to come. I mean, you might not have worked it out with Rachel, and you'd probably hate to have to stay here alone." He said.
"Oh my god! I'd love to!" I said, getting excited.
"Ok, cool." He said, smiling widely.
