You Got Me On My Knees, chapter 9
And he did come and got me.
I was waiting for him outside and as soon as I saw his car pulling over I ran to him, hugged him and cried so much I soaked his blouse. "I just can't do this. I can't." I kept telling him in a tearful voice.
"I love you. I thought I could get on with my life but I can't. I want to be with you and Tre and Billie and I want my room and my records and I want people calling me El and I want me to like it. Please. Mike please."
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to say that you haven't slept with him and for your answer to be the truth."
"I can't do that."
"I love you too El... " Mike kissed my shoulder and then rested his head there. There wasn't going to be anything more than just friendship from now on between us and we both knew that but we silently decided to pretend it wasn't true.
I lifted his chin and leaned in to kiss him, knowing that it would be the only thing to make me feel better at this point. Mike quickly responded to it and as he was kissing me back I wouldn't mind not living for another minute. "Get me home please. I'm freezing." I whispered to him and he nodded. I felt his warm arms being wrapped around me and next thing I knew, I was resting my head against his car's window, slowly falling asleep.
The first thing I saw when I woke up was a pair of huge bright green eyes looking down on me. "Hey Beej." I told him but my voice cracked before I could finish my sentence.
"Take it easy here girl you had high fever some time ago you know." Billie kissed my forehead. "You still have."
Of course I still had. I was outside with nothing but a robe on waiting for Mike the previous night. "We missed you girl." My friend (who as you all must have figured out has the habit of calling me 'girl' all the time.) told me, smiling. "I missed you too." I whispered. "Where is Tre? And... Mike?"
"
Tre is under your bed hiding from I don't know who. Mike is uh, out to get something. He'll be back soon."
"What is Tre doing under my bed?"
"I don't know. Tre?" The drummer of Green Day was indeed at the exact location Billie had said he was. He came out, looking around as if he thought somebody was stalking him. "Tre you dumbfuck what are you doing?" Billie asked him, laughing.
"I woke up today with the strangest feeling that somebody was after me."
"Hi Tre." I smiled at him.
"El! Yay! El is back! I missed you El!" he bended and, following Billie, he also kissed my forehead. "God you're hot."
"I know Billie told me."
"Billie was coming on to you? Way to go BJ. But I have to warn you... two can play this game." Tre jokingly challenged his band mate. Just then Mike appeared to my door and we all shut up. Billie and Tre quickly made their excuses and got out so we were alone.
"You look like shit." He joked, probably noticing how red my nose was.
"I get that a lot lately." I said, laughing.
"How are you feeling?"
"I've been better I guess. My head aches like a bitch."
"Tough... "
"Yeah... "
"El... "
"Yes?"
"It would be really cool if you stayed here again."
"I won't. It's weird. Plus if I stay here you and I are going to do it and you know you can't deny that."
Mike sighed and took my hand in his. "But I don't want to lose you." I continued. "Maybe Tre or Billie might want to live with me and I could still see you. And Estelle." We smiled at each other. "Thanks for that by the way." I told him and squeezed his hand. "My pleasure. You weren't named Estelle, somebody should."
"So where is that daughter of yours? I thought you were going to make my room her room when I moved out."
"I would never do that. We have a pretty big house over here I got her another room."
"So where is she?"
"Her mom is taking her to the doctor for a check up." And we had finally reached that point. Talking about the mother of Estelle aka Mike's wife.
"Was the wedding nice?" I asked, telling myself that if I burst out in tears I would probably die for being a cruel bitch who only thinks of herself.
"No. It only lasted for about ten minutes."
"That doesn't mean anything."
"Well it wasn't a happy wedding either."
"It'll get happy eventually."
"Maybe."
I sneezed and grabbed the box of tissues somebody had left next to my bed. It was nice seeing that Mike hadn't even got rid of my posters on the walls. John Lennon, The Ramones, The Clash and Eric Clapton were still hanging there, looking happy and awesome as always. As if I hadn't gone away.
"How is she in the... you know bed department?" Do NOT try to find the reason I asked that question. I don't even know. Jeez, as if it wasn't awkward enough already.
"We haven't slept together yet."
"Really?"
"Yes. I never felt like it and I think neither did she."
"Wow."
Fuck, I shouldn't have felt happy about that. Besides Mike used that magic word 'yet'. I hate the 'yet'.
"I haven't seen 'Reservoir Dogs' yet." What does that mean? It means that you're going to go right?
"Barry if I were to say to you that I haven't seen Reservoir Dogs yet, what would that mean?" Barry looks at me.
"Just... come on. What would it mean to you? That sentence?"
"To me it would mean that you're a liar. Either that or you've gone potty. You saw it twice. Once with Laura, once with me and Dick. We had that conversation about who killed Mr. Pink or whatever fucking colour he was."
"Yeah, yeah I know. But say I hadn't seen it and I said to you 'I haven't seen Reservoir Dogs' yet what would you think?"
"I'd think you're a sick man and I'd feel sorry for you."
"No but would you think from that one sentence that I was going to see it?
"I'd hope you were yeah otherwise I would have to say that you're not a friend of mine."
"Roomy!!!" Billie shouted and ran to hug me once he got into his house and saw me unpacking one of my boxes.
"Hello to you too." I said laughing and kissed him on the cheek. "You sure you want me to move in with you?"
"You're not going to mind the girls I bring?"
"No."
"And you're not going to boss me around saying that I should clean and stuff?"
"Nope."
"And you're not going to say 'Shut the hell up with the band practice?"
"Nah-ah."
"And you're not going to have any clothes on every Friday night?"
"No"
"Ha! Got you."
"Asshole." That's what you get for answering without thinking of the question. Anyway.
Billie always made me smile and he had a way of bringing my mood back to normal no matter how fucked up it got. And I was sure the minute I asked to move in with him he would accept it gladly. And of course he did.
"Hey you want to go get drunk tonight girl?" he asked.
"I have unpacking to do." I told him and opened another box.
"Screw the unpacking shit we can do it tomorrow."
"I'm not feeling like getting drunk tonight. I'm still recovering from a heavy cold may I remind you."
"Ok. Skip the booze. How about we take a walk and I try to cheer you up a bit?"
"I couldn't possibly resist that." I admitted, making the well known smirk of his appear on his lips.
"Oooh... your underwear box... "Billie looked down at my belongings.
"I love how mature you are BJ. I mean seriously you really understand boundaries."
"Let me see this."
"No! Billie!!!" He grabbed some black panties I had bought with Jane and I started chasing him around the house, hearing him shouting "Hey! Nice things aren't made for only girls!!"
"Come here you gay freak!" I shouted after him.
"I'm not gay." He protested, still running.
"Good way to prove it." I finally got my panties and went to put them back in the box. Billie however was not willing to let go so easily. He jumped forward, took me by the waist and handed me down. I screamed and tried to be held from the chair I had the precious box of panties on.
That of course led to the fall of all of us with panties on our heads. Yeah, Billie with panties on his head was a quite amusing sight. I hadn't laughed so much in a while.
"You're such a loser." I told him, still giggling.
"Destined to make you smile ma'am."
I was waiting for him outside and as soon as I saw his car pulling over I ran to him, hugged him and cried so much I soaked his blouse. "I just can't do this. I can't." I kept telling him in a tearful voice.
"I love you. I thought I could get on with my life but I can't. I want to be with you and Tre and Billie and I want my room and my records and I want people calling me El and I want me to like it. Please. Mike please."
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to say that you haven't slept with him and for your answer to be the truth."
"I can't do that."
"I love you too El... " Mike kissed my shoulder and then rested his head there. There wasn't going to be anything more than just friendship from now on between us and we both knew that but we silently decided to pretend it wasn't true.
I lifted his chin and leaned in to kiss him, knowing that it would be the only thing to make me feel better at this point. Mike quickly responded to it and as he was kissing me back I wouldn't mind not living for another minute. "Get me home please. I'm freezing." I whispered to him and he nodded. I felt his warm arms being wrapped around me and next thing I knew, I was resting my head against his car's window, slowly falling asleep.
The first thing I saw when I woke up was a pair of huge bright green eyes looking down on me. "Hey Beej." I told him but my voice cracked before I could finish my sentence.
"Take it easy here girl you had high fever some time ago you know." Billie kissed my forehead. "You still have."
Of course I still had. I was outside with nothing but a robe on waiting for Mike the previous night. "We missed you girl." My friend (who as you all must have figured out has the habit of calling me 'girl' all the time.) told me, smiling. "I missed you too." I whispered. "Where is Tre? And... Mike?"
"
Tre is under your bed hiding from I don't know who. Mike is uh, out to get something. He'll be back soon."
"What is Tre doing under my bed?"
"I don't know. Tre?" The drummer of Green Day was indeed at the exact location Billie had said he was. He came out, looking around as if he thought somebody was stalking him. "Tre you dumbfuck what are you doing?" Billie asked him, laughing.
"I woke up today with the strangest feeling that somebody was after me."
"Hi Tre." I smiled at him.
"El! Yay! El is back! I missed you El!" he bended and, following Billie, he also kissed my forehead. "God you're hot."
"I know Billie told me."
"Billie was coming on to you? Way to go BJ. But I have to warn you... two can play this game." Tre jokingly challenged his band mate. Just then Mike appeared to my door and we all shut up. Billie and Tre quickly made their excuses and got out so we were alone.
"You look like shit." He joked, probably noticing how red my nose was.
"I get that a lot lately." I said, laughing.
"How are you feeling?"
"I've been better I guess. My head aches like a bitch."
"Tough... "
"Yeah... "
"El... "
"Yes?"
"It would be really cool if you stayed here again."
"I won't. It's weird. Plus if I stay here you and I are going to do it and you know you can't deny that."
Mike sighed and took my hand in his. "But I don't want to lose you." I continued. "Maybe Tre or Billie might want to live with me and I could still see you. And Estelle." We smiled at each other. "Thanks for that by the way." I told him and squeezed his hand. "My pleasure. You weren't named Estelle, somebody should."
"So where is that daughter of yours? I thought you were going to make my room her room when I moved out."
"I would never do that. We have a pretty big house over here I got her another room."
"So where is she?"
"Her mom is taking her to the doctor for a check up." And we had finally reached that point. Talking about the mother of Estelle aka Mike's wife.
"Was the wedding nice?" I asked, telling myself that if I burst out in tears I would probably die for being a cruel bitch who only thinks of herself.
"No. It only lasted for about ten minutes."
"That doesn't mean anything."
"Well it wasn't a happy wedding either."
"It'll get happy eventually."
"Maybe."
I sneezed and grabbed the box of tissues somebody had left next to my bed. It was nice seeing that Mike hadn't even got rid of my posters on the walls. John Lennon, The Ramones, The Clash and Eric Clapton were still hanging there, looking happy and awesome as always. As if I hadn't gone away.
"How is she in the... you know bed department?" Do NOT try to find the reason I asked that question. I don't even know. Jeez, as if it wasn't awkward enough already.
"We haven't slept together yet."
"Really?"
"Yes. I never felt like it and I think neither did she."
"Wow."
Fuck, I shouldn't have felt happy about that. Besides Mike used that magic word 'yet'. I hate the 'yet'.
"I haven't seen 'Reservoir Dogs' yet." What does that mean? It means that you're going to go right?
"Barry if I were to say to you that I haven't seen Reservoir Dogs yet, what would that mean?" Barry looks at me.
"Just... come on. What would it mean to you? That sentence?"
"To me it would mean that you're a liar. Either that or you've gone potty. You saw it twice. Once with Laura, once with me and Dick. We had that conversation about who killed Mr. Pink or whatever fucking colour he was."
"Yeah, yeah I know. But say I hadn't seen it and I said to you 'I haven't seen Reservoir Dogs' yet what would you think?"
"I'd think you're a sick man and I'd feel sorry for you."
"No but would you think from that one sentence that I was going to see it?
"I'd hope you were yeah otherwise I would have to say that you're not a friend of mine."
"Roomy!!!" Billie shouted and ran to hug me once he got into his house and saw me unpacking one of my boxes.
"Hello to you too." I said laughing and kissed him on the cheek. "You sure you want me to move in with you?"
"You're not going to mind the girls I bring?"
"No."
"And you're not going to boss me around saying that I should clean and stuff?"
"Nope."
"And you're not going to say 'Shut the hell up with the band practice?"
"Nah-ah."
"And you're not going to have any clothes on every Friday night?"
"No"
"Ha! Got you."
"Asshole." That's what you get for answering without thinking of the question. Anyway.
Billie always made me smile and he had a way of bringing my mood back to normal no matter how fucked up it got. And I was sure the minute I asked to move in with him he would accept it gladly. And of course he did.
"Hey you want to go get drunk tonight girl?" he asked.
"I have unpacking to do." I told him and opened another box.
"Screw the unpacking shit we can do it tomorrow."
"I'm not feeling like getting drunk tonight. I'm still recovering from a heavy cold may I remind you."
"Ok. Skip the booze. How about we take a walk and I try to cheer you up a bit?"
"I couldn't possibly resist that." I admitted, making the well known smirk of his appear on his lips.
"Oooh... your underwear box... "Billie looked down at my belongings.
"I love how mature you are BJ. I mean seriously you really understand boundaries."
"Let me see this."
"No! Billie!!!" He grabbed some black panties I had bought with Jane and I started chasing him around the house, hearing him shouting "Hey! Nice things aren't made for only girls!!"
"Come here you gay freak!" I shouted after him.
"I'm not gay." He protested, still running.
"Good way to prove it." I finally got my panties and went to put them back in the box. Billie however was not willing to let go so easily. He jumped forward, took me by the waist and handed me down. I screamed and tried to be held from the chair I had the precious box of panties on.
That of course led to the fall of all of us with panties on our heads. Yeah, Billie with panties on his head was a quite amusing sight. I hadn't laughed so much in a while.
"You're such a loser." I told him, still giggling.
"Destined to make you smile ma'am."
