Rachina, Green Day And I, chapter 34
********BACK AT THEIR HOUSE********
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
I was sitting on the floor, behind the coffee table, eating, and Billie Joe was on the couch behind me, playing with my hair.
"So, do you like my hair?" I asked.
"I love it." He said.
"Thanks." I said, blushing slightly. "And what about the piercings and the tattoo?" I asked.
"Nothing wrong with them, it just shows that you're adventurous." He said.
"Ok." I said. "I'm so booooooooooooored" I whined.
"Me too." He agreed.
"Entertain me." I said, flopping onto the couch next to him, when the phone rang. I reached over and answered it.
"Hello."
"Hi." It was Tre.
"Hiya Tre." I said.
"Guess what!" he said, sounding really excited.
"Umm... you met Beyonce?" I said.
"Nope, guess again,"
"Um, you found a human thumb in your can of coke?" I asked. I heard a noise that sounded like he was spitting out something.
"I fucking hope not!!!"
"Ok, I give up."
"Well, pass the phone to Billie Joe." Tre said.
"Okayz." And I handed the phone. After they were done talking, he hung up the phone, placed it down on the table, and pretended that nothing happened.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing." Billie Joe said with a sly tone.
"Whatever. We really need to plan the wedding." I said, pointing my ring at him.
"Yea, I know, I know," he said, rolling his eyes.
"Come on! I know you don't want to, but we're getting married soon and we need to plan it."
"Ok." Billie Joe said, sulking.
"You're acting like such a kid." I said sarcastically.
"Hypocrite," Billie Joe muttered. I shoved him over, and laughed. He just flopped over sideways onto the couch, like he didn't have the energy to get back up. I wrapped my arms around him and smiled. He gave in, and hugged me back, and smiling slightly.
"Heheh!! I win!!!" I shouted, jumping up and doing my version of the victory dance me and Rachel shared. Her version was more "hands in the air, twirl around like a 5 year old" kinda thing, and mine was butt shaking, ass slapping weirdness. Billie Joe cracked up at my "dancing skills" and joined in.
"Jeez, you look like you've taken lessons on that or something!" I joked.
"Oh yea, I used to be a pole dancer." he said sarcastically, raising his eyebrows.
"Well give me a demonstration." I said, sitting down on the couch.
"Ok... just for you." he said, smiling. I couldn't help but laugh in my head.
He walked to the door that led to the hall, and lent on the door frame, fluttering his eyelashes, and I had to suppress a snort. He raised his arm, reaching and holding onto the side of the door frame as high as he could reach. He turned back to look at me, raising his leg to rest on the wall next to the door, sliding it in a way that half made me want to burst out laughing, half made me want to tackle him into the bedroom. He continued doing this, removing one hand from keeping himself in place pressed up against the door frame, and placed it on his hip, tossing his head and looking back at me, smiling mischievously. He ran his hands over his belt buckle, undid it, and began to slide his pants off.
"WOO!!! TAKE IT ALL OFF!!!" I cheered, while he swung the pants around his head, and threw them into the hall. I doubled over laughing, and he just continued with his "sexy dance". Hey, but I had to admit, his sexy dance was sort of... sexy in a way.
Just then, I heard the door open quietly, and then Tre walked in, scratching himself.
"Yo, wassu-" he said, spotting Billie Joe half naked, and groping the wall. I couldn't take it! I literally fell off the couch laughing at what was happening in front of me. Billie Joe blushed, dived behind the couch trying to hide from Tre, and tried to wriggle into his pants. After he was fully dressed, he got up, crossed his arms, and attempted to leave the room nonchalantly, but I tripped him. And he fell on Tre.
"Ohw, you guys make such a cute couple." I commented as Billie Joe clutched onto Tre, who almost fell over from the extra weight that suddenly landed on him.
"Shut up!" Tre said, shoving Billie Joe off of him and onto the floor.
"So why are you here Tre?" I asked.
"Just wanted to talk to BJ about something... private." he answered.
"Whatever, I can tell I'm not wanted here." and I left the room to make breakfast. Damn, I couldn't hear anything they were saying through the wall, so I gave up and made pancakes. Blueberry pancakes, and banana pancakes. Hell, I was bored, and hungry, so I made two separate batches, one of each. When I finished, the guys were still talking in low voices, so I set the table with maple syrup, butter, cream cheese, cheddar cheese, jam, golden syrup, and plates, knifes and forks. I entered the living room to tell the guys that breakfast was ready, but when they saw me, their conversation instantly ended, and they clamed up. I was about to open my mouth, when Tara, Rachel, and Mike walked through the front door.
"Come on in, our house is never fucking locked!" I said sarcastically.
"Whatever," Rachel replied, and walked into the kitchen. "Ooh, pancakes!" This seemed to catch everyone's interest as the all piled in, and I set up more plates and cutlery. In a mere 10 minutes, all the pancakes were devoured.
"So guys, when's the wedding going to be?" Mike asked.
"Well, we haven't set a date yet, I mean, hell, we haven't planed a single thing!" Billie Joe answered, and I could tell by his expression that he finally realised how much work this was going to be.
"I think you should hire a wedding planner," Tara suggested. "It'll be so much easier on the both of you." I considered this while the rest of the crowd at the table just nodded their heads.
"I don't know, it's really up to Kym," Billie Joe said, looking at me.
"What! It's your wedding too you know." I said.
"Yea, but you might not want a wedding planner."
"I think we should because we couldn't possibly do this by ourselves, even with the help of these guys. Anyway Rachel, where's Corinne?" I asked, curious of why she wasn't at breakfast with us.
"She's at home crying." Rachel replied.
"Why?"
"Because she walked in on Dave cheating," At this, my face lighted up, I smiled, and cheered.
"WOOOO!!! Finally, it's over with that hore fucking, inbred, butt ugly son of a transsexual bitch!!!!" Everyone in the room just looked at me, and I quickly sat down again. "I mean, I'm so sad to hear that it's over between them." Of course, my innocent, feel-bad expression was completely see-through, and no one believed me. Although they did burst out laughing at my pathetic attempt to seem genuinely sorry he was out of her life.
"Oh come on, face it guys! He was no good for her! He was a user, an abuser, a loser, and she deserved so much better." I said.
"Yea, you're right, but she's still upset, and she's at home now crying. Don't you think we should do something?" Tara suggested. She was right though, despite the fact that Dave was a useless boyfriend, she was probably missing having someone to hug, someone to talk to, and someone to tell you they loved you, even if it was a lie at the time.
"Ok, how about all of us go over later to see how she's doing?" I said.
"Sounds great, you should really just try and see how she feels at the moment. You might not have liked him at all, but Corinne really loved him, so please try and be supportive ok?" Tara said.
"Yes mum." and I rolled my eyes.
While the boys were cleaning up, Tara, Rachel and I were sitting on my bed thinking of some way to cheer Corinne up.
"Chocolate always works." Rachel said.
"Yea, but it's so... ordinary, something to let her know she's special and loved."
"Hey Tara, you just gave me an idea." I said, picking up a pad of paper, and a pen.
"What?" the two girls asked in unison.
"How about a song for Corinne telling her how Dave doesn't deserve her? I've got a lot of hatred for him, which will make it a lot easier to write."
"What? And preform it?" Rachel asked.
"Exactly. I'll just make it an acoustic song so I can play it along with my guitar." I racked my brain for possible lyrics. I didn't have trouble coming up with what I wanted to say, it was getting it all to rhyme and sound good that was difficult.
"Well kiddies, I have to go. Unlike you two, I have a job." Tara joked, waving, and crossing the room.
"Whatever. Well, I have to go too Kym. Tre and I are going to a moving, and it's starting in half an hour." Rachel said. She hugged me goodbye, and also left. I heard the door open and close several times, and then nothing, except for footsteps coming in the direction of my room. Billie Joe poked his head around and smiled. I loved his smile. No matter how many times I saw him smile, I still loved it.
"Wacha doing?" he asked, coming in and sitting next to me on the bed.
"Writing a song for Corinne." I answered.
"Ok. Need any help?" he offered.
"Not really, but can you help me put it to guitar later?" I asked.
"Sure." he answered, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek.
*******4 HOURS LATER*******
Ok, I had finally come up with the lyrics for my song! Billie Joe had also helped me put a melody and chords to it, and it sounded really good, considering how crap I thought my lyrics were. Rachel said that her' Laura, and Tara were over at my old house trying to cheer up Corinne, who apparently hadn't dumped Dave yet. When she told me, I couldn't believe it!
On the way to Rachel's place, BJ and I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a couple of "necessities". The girls and I knew exactly what would cheer each other up. For me, it was loud music, a punching bag session, mint chocolate, and a good comedy. For Rachel and Laura, it was a shoulder to cry on, a night in with the girls, and loads of sweets. Tara hardly got upset because she was so emotionally stable, but on the rare occasion of heartbreak, we would cook for her a feast for dinner, rent a couple of horror movies, and a great variety of chocolates to snack on while bitching about people we hated. Now for Corinne, it was mud truffle chocolate, a couple of soppy films, a game of dare, and alcohol, lots of it.
In the car, Billie Joe kept on asking about why I had bought vodka, 10 bars of mud truffle chocolate, and three girly dramas. Of course, he wouldn't understand the "requirements" each of us girls had to cheer us up after something upsetting had happened. I simply told him to not worry about it. He sighed, and changed the subject to the wedding.
"The sooner we hire a wedding planner, the easier this will be on the both of us." I pointed out.
"Fine, we'll go out and find one tomorrow." I leaned over and kissed him, smiling at how he wasn't trying to find ways to postpone the wedding.
*******15 MNUTES LATER AT RACHEL'S PLACE*******
So far, we had munched our way through one block of chocolate while trying to convince Corinne he wasn't worth any of her tears. Well, the girls had been trying to comfort our friend, while the guys were just standing there awkwardly, wondering what the hell they were supposed to do. I walked over to them and said
"We need to make her laugh. You know, distract her from feeling upset. Come on Tre! You went to clown college! Do something funny!" I said.
"Like what? Set myself on fire?"
"I dunno, do something."
"Hey Kym, what about that song you wrote?" Billie Joe asked.
"Shit! I forgot all about it! Can I have the keys for a second? I need to get my guitar from the car."
"Ok, sure," he said passing me the keys. I quickly dashed outside and returned half a minute later with my acoustic guitar. I walked into the other room where the girls were consoling Corinne and sat down on the bed.
"Ok... Corinne, I wrote this song for you, and Billie Joe helped me with the chords. I hope the actual music makes up for the shitty lyrics." and I smiled at her.
he lies to you and is often unkind
for a voluptuous bimbo he'd leave you behind
his cruel words penetrate through your brain
his violent actions drive you insane
yet you stayed with him and for that I ask why
he told you he love you, can't you see it was a lie?
it was all a lie, all just a lie
he was nothing more than
a user,
abuser
confuser
a boozer
for the pain he's caused you I want to bash in his head
tear out all his fucking teeth for the word's he's said
kick him to the curb and out your door
you deserve better and that's for sure
And I continued playing. It wasn't very long, but it seemed to cheer up Corinne a bit. Well, she was smiling at least! I stood up and bowed, and then did a corny kind of curtsy thingy. I noticed Corinne had a bit of a giggle when I fell flat on my butt.
+-*-+ Kym's POV +-*-+
I was sitting on the floor, behind the coffee table, eating, and Billie Joe was on the couch behind me, playing with my hair.
"So, do you like my hair?" I asked.
"I love it." He said.
"Thanks." I said, blushing slightly. "And what about the piercings and the tattoo?" I asked.
"Nothing wrong with them, it just shows that you're adventurous." He said.
"Ok." I said. "I'm so booooooooooooored" I whined.
"Me too." He agreed.
"Entertain me." I said, flopping onto the couch next to him, when the phone rang. I reached over and answered it.
"Hello."
"Hi." It was Tre.
"Hiya Tre." I said.
"Guess what!" he said, sounding really excited.
"Umm... you met Beyonce?" I said.
"Nope, guess again,"
"Um, you found a human thumb in your can of coke?" I asked. I heard a noise that sounded like he was spitting out something.
"I fucking hope not!!!"
"Ok, I give up."
"Well, pass the phone to Billie Joe." Tre said.
"Okayz." And I handed the phone. After they were done talking, he hung up the phone, placed it down on the table, and pretended that nothing happened.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing." Billie Joe said with a sly tone.
"Whatever. We really need to plan the wedding." I said, pointing my ring at him.
"Yea, I know, I know," he said, rolling his eyes.
"Come on! I know you don't want to, but we're getting married soon and we need to plan it."
"Ok." Billie Joe said, sulking.
"You're acting like such a kid." I said sarcastically.
"Hypocrite," Billie Joe muttered. I shoved him over, and laughed. He just flopped over sideways onto the couch, like he didn't have the energy to get back up. I wrapped my arms around him and smiled. He gave in, and hugged me back, and smiling slightly.
"Heheh!! I win!!!" I shouted, jumping up and doing my version of the victory dance me and Rachel shared. Her version was more "hands in the air, twirl around like a 5 year old" kinda thing, and mine was butt shaking, ass slapping weirdness. Billie Joe cracked up at my "dancing skills" and joined in.
"Jeez, you look like you've taken lessons on that or something!" I joked.
"Oh yea, I used to be a pole dancer." he said sarcastically, raising his eyebrows.
"Well give me a demonstration." I said, sitting down on the couch.
"Ok... just for you." he said, smiling. I couldn't help but laugh in my head.
He walked to the door that led to the hall, and lent on the door frame, fluttering his eyelashes, and I had to suppress a snort. He raised his arm, reaching and holding onto the side of the door frame as high as he could reach. He turned back to look at me, raising his leg to rest on the wall next to the door, sliding it in a way that half made me want to burst out laughing, half made me want to tackle him into the bedroom. He continued doing this, removing one hand from keeping himself in place pressed up against the door frame, and placed it on his hip, tossing his head and looking back at me, smiling mischievously. He ran his hands over his belt buckle, undid it, and began to slide his pants off.
"WOO!!! TAKE IT ALL OFF!!!" I cheered, while he swung the pants around his head, and threw them into the hall. I doubled over laughing, and he just continued with his "sexy dance". Hey, but I had to admit, his sexy dance was sort of... sexy in a way.
Just then, I heard the door open quietly, and then Tre walked in, scratching himself.
"Yo, wassu-" he said, spotting Billie Joe half naked, and groping the wall. I couldn't take it! I literally fell off the couch laughing at what was happening in front of me. Billie Joe blushed, dived behind the couch trying to hide from Tre, and tried to wriggle into his pants. After he was fully dressed, he got up, crossed his arms, and attempted to leave the room nonchalantly, but I tripped him. And he fell on Tre.
"Ohw, you guys make such a cute couple." I commented as Billie Joe clutched onto Tre, who almost fell over from the extra weight that suddenly landed on him.
"Shut up!" Tre said, shoving Billie Joe off of him and onto the floor.
"So why are you here Tre?" I asked.
"Just wanted to talk to BJ about something... private." he answered.
"Whatever, I can tell I'm not wanted here." and I left the room to make breakfast. Damn, I couldn't hear anything they were saying through the wall, so I gave up and made pancakes. Blueberry pancakes, and banana pancakes. Hell, I was bored, and hungry, so I made two separate batches, one of each. When I finished, the guys were still talking in low voices, so I set the table with maple syrup, butter, cream cheese, cheddar cheese, jam, golden syrup, and plates, knifes and forks. I entered the living room to tell the guys that breakfast was ready, but when they saw me, their conversation instantly ended, and they clamed up. I was about to open my mouth, when Tara, Rachel, and Mike walked through the front door.
"Come on in, our house is never fucking locked!" I said sarcastically.
"Whatever," Rachel replied, and walked into the kitchen. "Ooh, pancakes!" This seemed to catch everyone's interest as the all piled in, and I set up more plates and cutlery. In a mere 10 minutes, all the pancakes were devoured.
"So guys, when's the wedding going to be?" Mike asked.
"Well, we haven't set a date yet, I mean, hell, we haven't planed a single thing!" Billie Joe answered, and I could tell by his expression that he finally realised how much work this was going to be.
"I think you should hire a wedding planner," Tara suggested. "It'll be so much easier on the both of you." I considered this while the rest of the crowd at the table just nodded their heads.
"I don't know, it's really up to Kym," Billie Joe said, looking at me.
"What! It's your wedding too you know." I said.
"Yea, but you might not want a wedding planner."
"I think we should because we couldn't possibly do this by ourselves, even with the help of these guys. Anyway Rachel, where's Corinne?" I asked, curious of why she wasn't at breakfast with us.
"She's at home crying." Rachel replied.
"Why?"
"Because she walked in on Dave cheating," At this, my face lighted up, I smiled, and cheered.
"WOOOO!!! Finally, it's over with that hore fucking, inbred, butt ugly son of a transsexual bitch!!!!" Everyone in the room just looked at me, and I quickly sat down again. "I mean, I'm so sad to hear that it's over between them." Of course, my innocent, feel-bad expression was completely see-through, and no one believed me. Although they did burst out laughing at my pathetic attempt to seem genuinely sorry he was out of her life.
"Oh come on, face it guys! He was no good for her! He was a user, an abuser, a loser, and she deserved so much better." I said.
"Yea, you're right, but she's still upset, and she's at home now crying. Don't you think we should do something?" Tara suggested. She was right though, despite the fact that Dave was a useless boyfriend, she was probably missing having someone to hug, someone to talk to, and someone to tell you they loved you, even if it was a lie at the time.
"Ok, how about all of us go over later to see how she's doing?" I said.
"Sounds great, you should really just try and see how she feels at the moment. You might not have liked him at all, but Corinne really loved him, so please try and be supportive ok?" Tara said.
"Yes mum." and I rolled my eyes.
While the boys were cleaning up, Tara, Rachel and I were sitting on my bed thinking of some way to cheer Corinne up.
"Chocolate always works." Rachel said.
"Yea, but it's so... ordinary, something to let her know she's special and loved."
"Hey Tara, you just gave me an idea." I said, picking up a pad of paper, and a pen.
"What?" the two girls asked in unison.
"How about a song for Corinne telling her how Dave doesn't deserve her? I've got a lot of hatred for him, which will make it a lot easier to write."
"What? And preform it?" Rachel asked.
"Exactly. I'll just make it an acoustic song so I can play it along with my guitar." I racked my brain for possible lyrics. I didn't have trouble coming up with what I wanted to say, it was getting it all to rhyme and sound good that was difficult.
"Well kiddies, I have to go. Unlike you two, I have a job." Tara joked, waving, and crossing the room.
"Whatever. Well, I have to go too Kym. Tre and I are going to a moving, and it's starting in half an hour." Rachel said. She hugged me goodbye, and also left. I heard the door open and close several times, and then nothing, except for footsteps coming in the direction of my room. Billie Joe poked his head around and smiled. I loved his smile. No matter how many times I saw him smile, I still loved it.
"Wacha doing?" he asked, coming in and sitting next to me on the bed.
"Writing a song for Corinne." I answered.
"Ok. Need any help?" he offered.
"Not really, but can you help me put it to guitar later?" I asked.
"Sure." he answered, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek.
*******4 HOURS LATER*******
Ok, I had finally come up with the lyrics for my song! Billie Joe had also helped me put a melody and chords to it, and it sounded really good, considering how crap I thought my lyrics were. Rachel said that her' Laura, and Tara were over at my old house trying to cheer up Corinne, who apparently hadn't dumped Dave yet. When she told me, I couldn't believe it!
On the way to Rachel's place, BJ and I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a couple of "necessities". The girls and I knew exactly what would cheer each other up. For me, it was loud music, a punching bag session, mint chocolate, and a good comedy. For Rachel and Laura, it was a shoulder to cry on, a night in with the girls, and loads of sweets. Tara hardly got upset because she was so emotionally stable, but on the rare occasion of heartbreak, we would cook for her a feast for dinner, rent a couple of horror movies, and a great variety of chocolates to snack on while bitching about people we hated. Now for Corinne, it was mud truffle chocolate, a couple of soppy films, a game of dare, and alcohol, lots of it.
In the car, Billie Joe kept on asking about why I had bought vodka, 10 bars of mud truffle chocolate, and three girly dramas. Of course, he wouldn't understand the "requirements" each of us girls had to cheer us up after something upsetting had happened. I simply told him to not worry about it. He sighed, and changed the subject to the wedding.
"The sooner we hire a wedding planner, the easier this will be on the both of us." I pointed out.
"Fine, we'll go out and find one tomorrow." I leaned over and kissed him, smiling at how he wasn't trying to find ways to postpone the wedding.
*******15 MNUTES LATER AT RACHEL'S PLACE*******
So far, we had munched our way through one block of chocolate while trying to convince Corinne he wasn't worth any of her tears. Well, the girls had been trying to comfort our friend, while the guys were just standing there awkwardly, wondering what the hell they were supposed to do. I walked over to them and said
"We need to make her laugh. You know, distract her from feeling upset. Come on Tre! You went to clown college! Do something funny!" I said.
"Like what? Set myself on fire?"
"I dunno, do something."
"Hey Kym, what about that song you wrote?" Billie Joe asked.
"Shit! I forgot all about it! Can I have the keys for a second? I need to get my guitar from the car."
"Ok, sure," he said passing me the keys. I quickly dashed outside and returned half a minute later with my acoustic guitar. I walked into the other room where the girls were consoling Corinne and sat down on the bed.
"Ok... Corinne, I wrote this song for you, and Billie Joe helped me with the chords. I hope the actual music makes up for the shitty lyrics." and I smiled at her.
he lies to you and is often unkind
for a voluptuous bimbo he'd leave you behind
his cruel words penetrate through your brain
his violent actions drive you insane
yet you stayed with him and for that I ask why
he told you he love you, can't you see it was a lie?
it was all a lie, all just a lie
he was nothing more than
a user,
abuser
confuser
a boozer
for the pain he's caused you I want to bash in his head
tear out all his fucking teeth for the word's he's said
kick him to the curb and out your door
you deserve better and that's for sure
And I continued playing. It wasn't very long, but it seemed to cheer up Corinne a bit. Well, she was smiling at least! I stood up and bowed, and then did a corny kind of curtsy thingy. I noticed Corinne had a bit of a giggle when I fell flat on my butt.
