Rachina, Green Day And I, chapter 33
*******A WEEK LATER********
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
I hadn't seen Billie Joe in a week, and I felt dead inside. Really, really dead. Deader than dead. Ok, you get the picture. All I'd done for the past week was drink, smoke, and eat twisties and ice cream. I was an insomniac. I hadn't slept for eight nights, and a week ago was the last time I saw the light of day. I was a fucking wreck. Worse than when I fought with Rachel. She gave up on talking to me when my responses failed to be anything more than a grunt, or a nod of my head. I finally gave in, and went to the shops. I walked past a piercing place, and hesitated. I liked the idea. I entered, and left an hour and a half I left with my belly button, nose, and third piercings in my ears done. After a little bit of shopping, I craved more change, so I stopped at a hair studio, and got my long, brown, boring hair cut, layered, and dyed. I left with black and purple permanent colouring. Even thought these were just minor changes on the outside, it distracted me from the throbbing pain inside I was feeling.
When I got home, I flopped onto the couch and resumed my bumming around the place like my life had no meaning, except this time I looked like a fucking gothic punk zombie. I was still pale, and I had purple and even black bags under my eyes, which matched my hair. I had new piercings, and a tattoo. Wow, Rachel would freak when she got home. I had eventually convinced myself it was entirely my fault, and even lead myself to thinking if was thinner he would like me.
+-*-+ Billie Joe's POV +-*-+
*sigh* I am such a moron. I just let the best thing in my life slip away, and it was all my fault. All my fault. How could I get Kym back? Loose weight? Grow taller? Write another song about her? Just appear at her doorstep and grovel and beg for forgiveness and another chance? No. All these ideas were pathetic and desperate. And, there was the possibility she had moved on. Maybe she was with Tash right now. I sat with my head in my hands, trying to not picture Kym and Tash together, but I couldn't. I picked up the phone, and debated with myself whether to call her or not. The argument ended with me chucking the phone across the room in frustration. I can't call her... what is she's with Tash? I couldn't bear it if when I call her to pour my heart out, Tash is there. Oh christ...
I pulled at my hair, rocking on the couch. Maybe I'd write her a letter... Yes. Yeah, I'll right her a letter... I'd tell how sorry I am...
I grabbed a pen and paper, and began to write.
'Dear Kym.
I'm so sorry...'
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
I sat in the living room, pulling at my recently dyed hair. I couldn't call Billie Joe... What if Adrienne was there? My stomach was hurting from a combination of my new piercing and lack of food. I thought that if I was skinnier, maybe he'd want me back. I'd stopped eating absolutely ANYTHING but a bit of grated carrot. But how was he going to know I'd got thinner? I decided to write him a letter. I got a pen and paper and started to write.
'Dear Billie Joe,
I'm so, so sorry...'
+-*-+ Billie Joe's POV +-*-+
The next day I went to get the mail, just for lack of something to do. I found an envelope with Kym's handwriting on it. I quickly picked it up, and ripped it open.
'Dear Billie Joe,
I'm so, so sorry. I love you so much. There's nothing going on between me and Tash. Please, please, forgive me. I'm completely lost without you. I love you... Can you please call me? Please... I promise I've lost weight...
Love you always,
Kym.
I felt tears form in my eyes. I can't believe it. I reread the bit 'I promise I've lost weight.' Oh god, she thinks if she's thinner I'll like her. I already love her! I grab the phone, and dial her number.
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
I went to the front door to get the mail. It was one of the longest trips I'd made in a week- the door and back. What a marathon. I found a letter with 'KYM' on it, in Billie Joe's handwriting. It's finally here. The letter telling me how he's now going out with Adrienne, and he's just saying goodbye. I walked slowly back to the living room, and sank onto the couch. I tore open the letter.
'Dear Kym...' I read. I could just picture what was going to be next. Something along the lines of "I hate you. You disgust me. I'm going out with Adrienne now, and I never want to see you again. Go and be happy with your lesbian girlfriend. See if I fucking care."
'I'm so sorry.'
What the? Why was he apologizing to me?
'Oh god, please forgive me. I'm such a dickhead. I'm sorry. There's absolutely nothing going on with me and Adrienne. I miss you so much...'
There was a drawing of the ring he'd given me- it was perfect. It must have taken him ages.
'If you ever want this back...' It said underneath the sketch, 'I'm right here waiting.
All my love,
Billie Joe.
Just then, the phone rang. I slowly crossed to room to answer it. I didn't walk slow cuz I was nervous, more because I was so hungry! I picked up the phone, pretty much knowing who was calling.
"Hello." I said.
"Hi babe," Billie Joe said. I was so happy he was still calling me that. "I can still call you that right?" he timidly asked.
"Of course you can." I said. Although I couldn't see him or anything, I could tell he was smiling. I was too.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"No, don't be. I should be the one apologizing." He said. I almost fell over backwards, I had no idea why.
"So, how have you been?" he asked.
"Uh, fine." I said, suddenly feeling light headed. I sat down on the couch jut in case. Billie Joe was saying something on the phone, but I couldn't hear it, and everything went blurry. I fell back onto the couch, and dropped the phone to the floor.
+-*-+ Billie Joe's POV +-*-+
What the fuck was going on? She just stopped talking, and I heard a thud.
"Kym? Kym, are you there?" I asked frantically. When she didn't reply, I started to panic. I slammed down the phone, and ran to my car. On my way to Kym's house, my mind kept on coming up with ideas of what could have happened to Kym, each one worse that the last. When I got to her house, the front door was unlocked, and I rushed in to find a thin figure lying on the couch, back up. I didn't think it was Kym. Too skinny, and Kym didn't have purple and black hair, or a tattoo of flames on her left arm. I rolled the person over anyway, and was really shocked to find it WAS Kym! She was so thin, and pale, and yet, so beautiful. I lifted her up, to find how light she was, and rushed to my car. I gently placed Kym down in the back, and drove to the nearest hospital.
A couple of hours later, I was allowed into Kym's hospital room.
"Hey." I said, taking a seat next to her. She mumbled something in reply, and looked away. I tilted her head over to face me, and small tears were steaming down her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, taking her hand in mine and stroking it reassuringly.
"It's just, I'm so sorry." She said, and looked down at the bed sheets.
"Don't be." I said, leaning in and kissing her on the forehead. "And why are you so thin?" I asked.
"I..I thought you might like me if I was thinner." She said.
"I love you the way you are." I said, hugging her, although afraid I'd snap her in half.
"Really?" she asked.
"Of course! I loved you with long brown hair, and I love you with purple and black hair too. I love how you speak your mind, and I love how you can eat a whole large MacDonald's meal along with me, Tre and Mike. I love how you aren't obsessed with your image, and how adventurous you are." I said. Kym smiled, and kissed me. I pulled out the ring from my jacket pocket.
"Uh, do you want this back?" I shyly asked. She just smiled and said
"Yes. I'm sorry for throwing it at you." She said, and I slipped in onto her finger.
"You gave me a bump and a bruise!" I said, pushing back my hair to show her the mark on my head.
"Anyway, I'm going to take you home today, and you are going to eat, and we are going to watch TV together." I said, smiling and hugging her again.
"Ok, sure. I'm so hungry, I could eat you if you were cooked!" she said.
"Well, you could eat me, or you could have much tastier food." I said.
"I'll think about it."
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
I hadn't seen Billie Joe in a week, and I felt dead inside. Really, really dead. Deader than dead. Ok, you get the picture. All I'd done for the past week was drink, smoke, and eat twisties and ice cream. I was an insomniac. I hadn't slept for eight nights, and a week ago was the last time I saw the light of day. I was a fucking wreck. Worse than when I fought with Rachel. She gave up on talking to me when my responses failed to be anything more than a grunt, or a nod of my head. I finally gave in, and went to the shops. I walked past a piercing place, and hesitated. I liked the idea. I entered, and left an hour and a half I left with my belly button, nose, and third piercings in my ears done. After a little bit of shopping, I craved more change, so I stopped at a hair studio, and got my long, brown, boring hair cut, layered, and dyed. I left with black and purple permanent colouring. Even thought these were just minor changes on the outside, it distracted me from the throbbing pain inside I was feeling.
When I got home, I flopped onto the couch and resumed my bumming around the place like my life had no meaning, except this time I looked like a fucking gothic punk zombie. I was still pale, and I had purple and even black bags under my eyes, which matched my hair. I had new piercings, and a tattoo. Wow, Rachel would freak when she got home. I had eventually convinced myself it was entirely my fault, and even lead myself to thinking if was thinner he would like me.
+-*-+ Billie Joe's POV +-*-+
*sigh* I am such a moron. I just let the best thing in my life slip away, and it was all my fault. All my fault. How could I get Kym back? Loose weight? Grow taller? Write another song about her? Just appear at her doorstep and grovel and beg for forgiveness and another chance? No. All these ideas were pathetic and desperate. And, there was the possibility she had moved on. Maybe she was with Tash right now. I sat with my head in my hands, trying to not picture Kym and Tash together, but I couldn't. I picked up the phone, and debated with myself whether to call her or not. The argument ended with me chucking the phone across the room in frustration. I can't call her... what is she's with Tash? I couldn't bear it if when I call her to pour my heart out, Tash is there. Oh christ...
I pulled at my hair, rocking on the couch. Maybe I'd write her a letter... Yes. Yeah, I'll right her a letter... I'd tell how sorry I am...
I grabbed a pen and paper, and began to write.
'Dear Kym.
I'm so sorry...'
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
I sat in the living room, pulling at my recently dyed hair. I couldn't call Billie Joe... What if Adrienne was there? My stomach was hurting from a combination of my new piercing and lack of food. I thought that if I was skinnier, maybe he'd want me back. I'd stopped eating absolutely ANYTHING but a bit of grated carrot. But how was he going to know I'd got thinner? I decided to write him a letter. I got a pen and paper and started to write.
'Dear Billie Joe,
I'm so, so sorry...'
+-*-+ Billie Joe's POV +-*-+
The next day I went to get the mail, just for lack of something to do. I found an envelope with Kym's handwriting on it. I quickly picked it up, and ripped it open.
'Dear Billie Joe,
I'm so, so sorry. I love you so much. There's nothing going on between me and Tash. Please, please, forgive me. I'm completely lost without you. I love you... Can you please call me? Please... I promise I've lost weight...
Love you always,
Kym.
I felt tears form in my eyes. I can't believe it. I reread the bit 'I promise I've lost weight.' Oh god, she thinks if she's thinner I'll like her. I already love her! I grab the phone, and dial her number.
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
I went to the front door to get the mail. It was one of the longest trips I'd made in a week- the door and back. What a marathon. I found a letter with 'KYM' on it, in Billie Joe's handwriting. It's finally here. The letter telling me how he's now going out with Adrienne, and he's just saying goodbye. I walked slowly back to the living room, and sank onto the couch. I tore open the letter.
'Dear Kym...' I read. I could just picture what was going to be next. Something along the lines of "I hate you. You disgust me. I'm going out with Adrienne now, and I never want to see you again. Go and be happy with your lesbian girlfriend. See if I fucking care."
'I'm so sorry.'
What the? Why was he apologizing to me?
'Oh god, please forgive me. I'm such a dickhead. I'm sorry. There's absolutely nothing going on with me and Adrienne. I miss you so much...'
There was a drawing of the ring he'd given me- it was perfect. It must have taken him ages.
'If you ever want this back...' It said underneath the sketch, 'I'm right here waiting.
All my love,
Billie Joe.
Just then, the phone rang. I slowly crossed to room to answer it. I didn't walk slow cuz I was nervous, more because I was so hungry! I picked up the phone, pretty much knowing who was calling.
"Hello." I said.
"Hi babe," Billie Joe said. I was so happy he was still calling me that. "I can still call you that right?" he timidly asked.
"Of course you can." I said. Although I couldn't see him or anything, I could tell he was smiling. I was too.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"No, don't be. I should be the one apologizing." He said. I almost fell over backwards, I had no idea why.
"So, how have you been?" he asked.
"Uh, fine." I said, suddenly feeling light headed. I sat down on the couch jut in case. Billie Joe was saying something on the phone, but I couldn't hear it, and everything went blurry. I fell back onto the couch, and dropped the phone to the floor.
+-*-+ Billie Joe's POV +-*-+
What the fuck was going on? She just stopped talking, and I heard a thud.
"Kym? Kym, are you there?" I asked frantically. When she didn't reply, I started to panic. I slammed down the phone, and ran to my car. On my way to Kym's house, my mind kept on coming up with ideas of what could have happened to Kym, each one worse that the last. When I got to her house, the front door was unlocked, and I rushed in to find a thin figure lying on the couch, back up. I didn't think it was Kym. Too skinny, and Kym didn't have purple and black hair, or a tattoo of flames on her left arm. I rolled the person over anyway, and was really shocked to find it WAS Kym! She was so thin, and pale, and yet, so beautiful. I lifted her up, to find how light she was, and rushed to my car. I gently placed Kym down in the back, and drove to the nearest hospital.
A couple of hours later, I was allowed into Kym's hospital room.
"Hey." I said, taking a seat next to her. She mumbled something in reply, and looked away. I tilted her head over to face me, and small tears were steaming down her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, taking her hand in mine and stroking it reassuringly.
"It's just, I'm so sorry." She said, and looked down at the bed sheets.
"Don't be." I said, leaning in and kissing her on the forehead. "And why are you so thin?" I asked.
"I..I thought you might like me if I was thinner." She said.
"I love you the way you are." I said, hugging her, although afraid I'd snap her in half.
"Really?" she asked.
"Of course! I loved you with long brown hair, and I love you with purple and black hair too. I love how you speak your mind, and I love how you can eat a whole large MacDonald's meal along with me, Tre and Mike. I love how you aren't obsessed with your image, and how adventurous you are." I said. Kym smiled, and kissed me. I pulled out the ring from my jacket pocket.
"Uh, do you want this back?" I shyly asked. She just smiled and said
"Yes. I'm sorry for throwing it at you." She said, and I slipped in onto her finger.
"You gave me a bump and a bruise!" I said, pushing back my hair to show her the mark on my head.
"Anyway, I'm going to take you home today, and you are going to eat, and we are going to watch TV together." I said, smiling and hugging her again.
"Ok, sure. I'm so hungry, I could eat you if you were cooked!" she said.
"Well, you could eat me, or you could have much tastier food." I said.
"I'll think about it."
