Christie Road, chapter 4
A couple of weeks later, as Tre took what seemed like the millionth picture that day of me and Billie sitting in the sand, Billie with his arm around my shoulders, me smiling like a lune, Chloe looked up from the magazine she was reading.
"I've never seen you so happy Tez," she commented, "Which mean, Armstrong, if you ever hurt her I will have to rip out your throat personally." her threat was received with a small laugh.
"I'm warned," he said.
"You'd promised," Chloe growled.
"Don't worry, I would never hurt a pretty girl," I smiled, blushing madly.
"I never said you were going to hurt me, Billie Joe! I meant Tez!" Chloe fired back.
"Bitch," I mumbled.
"You know it!" She grinned and returned to her magazine. I laughed. I began to draw lines in the sand with a stick. I began to write things, random words like, BOO and HELLO, while Billie and Mike began a conversation about they're upcoming album.
There was another click from beside me.
"GOD DAMMIT TRE!" yelled Billie, "Stop taking fucking photos!" Tre looked down ashamed.
"You two just look so sweet together," he whined.
"I know, but so do you and Chloe so why don't you leave me and Tez alone and go talk to YOUR girlfriend." Tre looked down, his face turning a brilliant red. Billie's voice changed suddenly.
"Tre? What's up?" He asked in a caring sort of way. I looked at Tre then at Chloe.
"No way!" I said, already having guessed what had happened. "Who ditched who?"
"I ditched him," supplied Chloe.
"Why?" I screamed. Chloe spun round to look at me.
"For reasons that are going to be kept between me and him." She got up and stormed off.
"Ahh shit." I muttered. "You guys look after Tre, I'll sort out Bitchy over there." I heaved myself up and hurried after her.
"Okay okay, what happened?" I asked, sighing slightly. She turned to me, tears welling in her eyes, I was surprised, it wasn't like Chloe to cry over guys.
"He... He cheated on me," she coked on the tears she was so desperately trying to hide.
"What? How do you know?" I asked.
"I saw him. At the Gilman, he was snogging some slapper." I stared at her. "Fuck it Tez, he meant so much to me, I thought he loved me." I hugged her, It was all I could do. I looked back at Billie and Mike. Billie got up and came over to us.
"Hey Clo, listen, what Tre did, he knows it was stupid, he was high. He didn't mean to. He feels real bad, can you just talk to him about it? You don't have to get back together, just talk?" Chloe looked at him and nodded. Billie grinned, "Great!" We walked over to Mike and Tre, Tre looked up at Chloe, slightly nervously.
"You wanna talk?" She asked, he smiled and nodded, getting up and following her.
I sat down again next to Billie. Mike decided to go off for an ice cream, "Want one?" he asked. Me and Billie nodded. We were the only people on the small, enclosed beach. The sun beat down, the sea was clear and blue. Billie began to kiss my neck. I giggled. "We're in public!" I reminded him, pushing him away.
"No one's here," he replied, his voice low, husky, irresistible. I smiled. He took this as a sign that he could continue and returned his lips to my neck, his hand on my waist, he slowly began to push me backwards.
"Billie Joe Armstrong!" I laughed, "We're not fucking in public." he looked at me, a suspicious look in his eyes, "How about not in public?" he continued to kiss me.
"Maybe," I said.
"Right lets go!" he said, standing up and grabbing my hand.
"But I want my ice cream!" I refused to move as Mike came towards us, three cones in his hands. I grabbed my and began to lick it. Billie sat back down in a huff.
Suddenly, he leaned over and licked mine. "Hey! You have your own!" I said, hitting him lightly. He smirked. "But yours tastes nicer." I shrugged and continued to devour the refreshing food. Just as I was finishing it, with help from Billie, Tre and Chloe returned, Tre had his arm around her. I cheered.
"Shut up," Chloe blushed. Tre just grinned.
"Wanna go swimming?" Billie asked me suddenly. I shook my head.
"I need to top up my tan, sorry." He looked at me with puppy dog eyes. I shook my head again, "That face does not work on me!" I said. He shrugged and picked me up.
"Put me down!" I squealed.
"Nope," he said as he carried me down to the sea, Mike Tre and Chloe all following and laughing. When we got to the water Billie dumped me in it. I screamed as the cold water hit me. "It's cold!" I moaned.
"You'll get used to it." Billie said, and splashed me.
"Billie Joe, you never force a girl into the water," Chloe said.
"Why not?" Billie asked. Chloe rolled her eyes.
"The same reason you never look in a girls bag!"
"You're not meant to look in a girls bag?" he asked. Chloe stared at him and then at me,
"I feel sorry for ya hun," she said patting my arm. I laughed.
That night it was only me and Billie in the house. Tre had gone to Chloe's and Mike had fucked off somewhere. Me and Billie were watching tv when he began to rub my thigh. I ignored it, deciding to make him beg. He began to kiss my neck softly, like he had at the beach. I pushed him away and continued to look at the moving figures on the screen, he stared at me, obviously still trying to get to grips with what had just happened. I smirked an evil smirk. Now the games could begin.
"I'm hot," I said suddenly, Billie looked at me as I began to undo the buttons of my shirt. When my shirt was fully open I returned to watching the tv. Billie gaped at me.
"This isn't fair!" He cried out suddenly. "Stop teasing and fuck me!" I laughed, yawning.
"I'm going to go to bed." I said. He sat there as I walked away, not bothering to pull down my skirt that had ridden up slightly as I sat down. Then, when I was about halfway up the stairs, he suddenly came running up to me. "Just get in that god damned bedroom." he whispered from behind me, I giggled, deliberately slowing down. He gave an exasperated sigh.
When I finally got into the bedroom, I was immediately tackled onto the bed by Billie. I laughed as he began to kiss my neck. His hands slipped up to my shoulders, where he gently slipped off my unbuttoned shirt. I removed his quickly and he slipped his hands behind my back and undid my bra. His hands then slipped down to my skirt. He hurriedly undid them and slipped them off all the time placing love bites on my neck and shoulder. Moving his lips down to my stomach, I slid off his jeans.
I opened my eyes to the brilliant sunshine of the American morning. Billie lay next to me, his naked body glowing in the morning light. I pushed a stray piece of hair behind his ear so I could see his dazzling green eyes but as I took my hand away he grabbed it, pulling me on top of him.
"This is more comfortable," he mumbled, his eyes still closed. I giggled and moved off him to my side. He rolled over slightly so he was facing me. I shuffled closer to him and, slipping him arm around my waist, he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, kissing it softly, his rough lips massaging my skin. I smiled. I pushed him away, he groaned his disproval but opened his eyes and looked at me.
"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked. A devilish grinned appeared on his face.
"You," he replied and rolled on top of me. I laughed and let him have his fun, eventually being able to get up and make something to eat.
I was waiting for the kettle to boil when Tre walked in. He looked sullen.
"What's up Tre?" I asked, taking the whistling kettle off the stove and pouring it into a teapot. He shrugged.
"I heard you and Billie last night." I blushed furiously. "It's not fair he's getting it when I'm not!" He whined. I laughed.
"But your girlfriend wasn't there." I pointed out.
"I know and it was unfair." I laughed again and began to pour cups of tea and coffee for everyone.
"Want one?" I asked him, he nodded and I handed him a steaming mug of coffee. I heard Mike yelling and cursing at a laughing Billie Joe so decided to hurry and get his coffee to him quickly.
Sitting in the car on the way to the beach, I listened to Billie talking to Tre and Mike. The three had an amazing friendship that I knew would never break. They all understood each other perfectly, like three triplets. I smiled to myself as I thought about it, and then stopped. I missed my brothers and sister. I hadn't been able to say goodbye when mum and dad had thrown me out and I hadn't spoken to them since that day.
"What you thinking about?" Billie suddenly asked.
"What? Oh... Er... Nothing." He looked at me, one eyebrow raised.
"C'mon, you can tell me anything." I sighed.
"I was thinking about my family. I miss them." Billie stared at me. "Not my mum and dad, just my brothers and sister. I haven't seen them since they I got thrown out and I never got to say goodbye." Billie's eyes shone with empathy when he said his next words, "I haven't seen my oldest brother for about 4 years. He had already moved out when I was born."
"That sucks," I replied.
"Yep," he nodded, parking the car. "We're here! Everybody out!" I opened the door and ran over to Chloe before Tre could get there, giving her a huge hug.
The went by and everyone had a great time, the boys even got recognised a couple of times by fans. Billie looked amazed when a girl asked for a photo and autograph, can't say I was too pleased with the preppy bitch when she put her hand on his arse but hey, it was over in a couple of seconds. The jeans I was wearing got ruined when Tre threw me in the sea and so me and Chloe decided to pay them back (Billie had thrown her in).
It was well after midnight and the only sound that could be heard was the crickets singing, or whatever they do. Chloe and I crept downstairs to the 'music room', ie, the basement. Chloe grabbed Tre drumsticks, gluing them together and I grabbed one of Billie's guitars (not Blue, a different one) and cut the strings. When we had finished our sabotage we returned to our beds and waited for the next morning band practice to arrive.
"Holy fuck, what happened to my guitar?"
"My drumsticks are completely fucked!" me and Chloe collapsed with laughter until we heard, "GIRLS" at which point we ran for it. I wasn't quick enough though and Billie grabbed my ankle, causing me to trip over. He sat on me, making sure I couldn't get up.
"Did you do this?" he asked, thrusting his damaged guitar in my face. I nodded. "You bitch!" I heard Chloe scream with laughter and spluttered, trying to stop myself imitating her. Billie stared at me. "Tez, why did you do it! Now I gotta go home and get Blue!" I stopped laughing.
"I'm sorry, it was pay back for ruining our jeans. I'll go get Blue if you like." Billie got off me and I sat up, rubbing his back as he crouched on the grass, head in hands. He shook his head, "Just come with me ok?" he asked. I nodded and we got up. "Guys, I'm just gonna go and get Blue, be back soon!"
As we walked I could feel his hand shaking slightly. I squeezed it tightly. I felt awful, I hadn't meant for this to happen. I thought he might have spare strings.
"Billie, I'm really sorry," I started, but he interrupted me.
"It's ok, you didnt realise, I'm just glad you're coming with me." I leant on him, smiling as we approached the front door. He knocked.
A kind looking woman answered the door. As soon as she saw Billie her face broke into one of delight.
"Billie Joe! You've come home! I missed you so much!" She said, throwing her arms around her son.
"Hi mom, I just came to get Blue, I forgot to take him when I left." I loved the way Billie talked about Blue as if the guitar were a person rather than a musical instrument. He mom nodded, breathing heavily.
"Come in, come in. Who's this?" She asked, suddenly noticing me holding onto Billie's hand.
"Mom this is Teresa, my girlfriend." Mrs Armstrong gave me a once over and then pulled me into a warm embrace. I was slightly surprised at her suddenness but hugged back nonetheless.
We walked into the house and Billie began to get very jumpy. I squeezed his hand again and he returned the gesture. He moved his arm to around my waist, his hand in my back pocket and we walked into the kitchen. A man was sitting at the table, eating bacon and eggs, he looked up as we walked in.
"Look Brad, Billie Joe's back! My baby's back, isn't it wonderful." She moved to the mans side. He was eyeing Billie Joe, pure hatred in his eyes. I looked at Billie whose eyes held the same expression. Brad moved his attention to me.
"Who's this gorgeous young lady? Surely not your girlfriend fag?" Brad taunted, taking my hand kissing it. Images of my dad came rushing into my mind and I snatched my hand away quickly.
"Why couldn't she be my girlfriend?" Billie Joe responded through gritted teeth.
"Well... A) I thought you were a fag, and b) she's much to good looking to go off with a lowlife punk such as yourself." Billie clenched his fists as Ollie looked between the two men, terror in her eyes.
"Now Billie, Brad's just joking around, you know him, always one for a laugh," she gave a nervous laugh and continued, "It's wonderful that you're open about your sexuality and Brad's just... Well... He's just... Teasing." She almost asked the last part. Brad grinned.
"Yeah, listen to your mommy Billie, 'cause mommy always knows best, eh? Mommy's boy." I stared at the man. He stood at about six foot, he was fit and what some would consider handsome. His childish taunts surprised me.
"Brad, for God's sake leave the boy alone!" Ollie suddenly screamed. Brad turned to her, utterly taken aback.
"What?" he growled at her, clenching his fists and raising one slightly. Billie noticed.
"Touch my mom and I swear to god I will rip you in half." He whispered. Brad turned and looked at Billie. Billie's eyes were dancing with rage, the emerald green had become shaded, darker. Brad knew that he wasn't kidding and lowered his fist.
"Now get out," Billie whispered again, moving away from the door to give Brad room to leave. Brad only he'sitated for a second before storming upstairs to pack. Ollie collapsed in a chair, sobbing, Billie rushed over to her. I stood, feeling utterly helpless in the doorway as I watched Billie Joe comfort his mum. It made me realise what a special guy he was, and I was thankful for that.
"I've never seen you so happy Tez," she commented, "Which mean, Armstrong, if you ever hurt her I will have to rip out your throat personally." her threat was received with a small laugh.
"I'm warned," he said.
"You'd promised," Chloe growled.
"Don't worry, I would never hurt a pretty girl," I smiled, blushing madly.
"I never said you were going to hurt me, Billie Joe! I meant Tez!" Chloe fired back.
"Bitch," I mumbled.
"You know it!" She grinned and returned to her magazine. I laughed. I began to draw lines in the sand with a stick. I began to write things, random words like, BOO and HELLO, while Billie and Mike began a conversation about they're upcoming album.
There was another click from beside me.
"GOD DAMMIT TRE!" yelled Billie, "Stop taking fucking photos!" Tre looked down ashamed.
"You two just look so sweet together," he whined.
"I know, but so do you and Chloe so why don't you leave me and Tez alone and go talk to YOUR girlfriend." Tre looked down, his face turning a brilliant red. Billie's voice changed suddenly.
"Tre? What's up?" He asked in a caring sort of way. I looked at Tre then at Chloe.
"No way!" I said, already having guessed what had happened. "Who ditched who?"
"I ditched him," supplied Chloe.
"Why?" I screamed. Chloe spun round to look at me.
"For reasons that are going to be kept between me and him." She got up and stormed off.
"Ahh shit." I muttered. "You guys look after Tre, I'll sort out Bitchy over there." I heaved myself up and hurried after her.
"Okay okay, what happened?" I asked, sighing slightly. She turned to me, tears welling in her eyes, I was surprised, it wasn't like Chloe to cry over guys.
"He... He cheated on me," she coked on the tears she was so desperately trying to hide.
"What? How do you know?" I asked.
"I saw him. At the Gilman, he was snogging some slapper." I stared at her. "Fuck it Tez, he meant so much to me, I thought he loved me." I hugged her, It was all I could do. I looked back at Billie and Mike. Billie got up and came over to us.
"Hey Clo, listen, what Tre did, he knows it was stupid, he was high. He didn't mean to. He feels real bad, can you just talk to him about it? You don't have to get back together, just talk?" Chloe looked at him and nodded. Billie grinned, "Great!" We walked over to Mike and Tre, Tre looked up at Chloe, slightly nervously.
"You wanna talk?" She asked, he smiled and nodded, getting up and following her.
I sat down again next to Billie. Mike decided to go off for an ice cream, "Want one?" he asked. Me and Billie nodded. We were the only people on the small, enclosed beach. The sun beat down, the sea was clear and blue. Billie began to kiss my neck. I giggled. "We're in public!" I reminded him, pushing him away.
"No one's here," he replied, his voice low, husky, irresistible. I smiled. He took this as a sign that he could continue and returned his lips to my neck, his hand on my waist, he slowly began to push me backwards.
"Billie Joe Armstrong!" I laughed, "We're not fucking in public." he looked at me, a suspicious look in his eyes, "How about not in public?" he continued to kiss me.
"Maybe," I said.
"Right lets go!" he said, standing up and grabbing my hand.
"But I want my ice cream!" I refused to move as Mike came towards us, three cones in his hands. I grabbed my and began to lick it. Billie sat back down in a huff.
Suddenly, he leaned over and licked mine. "Hey! You have your own!" I said, hitting him lightly. He smirked. "But yours tastes nicer." I shrugged and continued to devour the refreshing food. Just as I was finishing it, with help from Billie, Tre and Chloe returned, Tre had his arm around her. I cheered.
"Shut up," Chloe blushed. Tre just grinned.
"Wanna go swimming?" Billie asked me suddenly. I shook my head.
"I need to top up my tan, sorry." He looked at me with puppy dog eyes. I shook my head again, "That face does not work on me!" I said. He shrugged and picked me up.
"Put me down!" I squealed.
"Nope," he said as he carried me down to the sea, Mike Tre and Chloe all following and laughing. When we got to the water Billie dumped me in it. I screamed as the cold water hit me. "It's cold!" I moaned.
"You'll get used to it." Billie said, and splashed me.
"Billie Joe, you never force a girl into the water," Chloe said.
"Why not?" Billie asked. Chloe rolled her eyes.
"The same reason you never look in a girls bag!"
"You're not meant to look in a girls bag?" he asked. Chloe stared at him and then at me,
"I feel sorry for ya hun," she said patting my arm. I laughed.
That night it was only me and Billie in the house. Tre had gone to Chloe's and Mike had fucked off somewhere. Me and Billie were watching tv when he began to rub my thigh. I ignored it, deciding to make him beg. He began to kiss my neck softly, like he had at the beach. I pushed him away and continued to look at the moving figures on the screen, he stared at me, obviously still trying to get to grips with what had just happened. I smirked an evil smirk. Now the games could begin.
"I'm hot," I said suddenly, Billie looked at me as I began to undo the buttons of my shirt. When my shirt was fully open I returned to watching the tv. Billie gaped at me.
"This isn't fair!" He cried out suddenly. "Stop teasing and fuck me!" I laughed, yawning.
"I'm going to go to bed." I said. He sat there as I walked away, not bothering to pull down my skirt that had ridden up slightly as I sat down. Then, when I was about halfway up the stairs, he suddenly came running up to me. "Just get in that god damned bedroom." he whispered from behind me, I giggled, deliberately slowing down. He gave an exasperated sigh.
When I finally got into the bedroom, I was immediately tackled onto the bed by Billie. I laughed as he began to kiss my neck. His hands slipped up to my shoulders, where he gently slipped off my unbuttoned shirt. I removed his quickly and he slipped his hands behind my back and undid my bra. His hands then slipped down to my skirt. He hurriedly undid them and slipped them off all the time placing love bites on my neck and shoulder. Moving his lips down to my stomach, I slid off his jeans.
I opened my eyes to the brilliant sunshine of the American morning. Billie lay next to me, his naked body glowing in the morning light. I pushed a stray piece of hair behind his ear so I could see his dazzling green eyes but as I took my hand away he grabbed it, pulling me on top of him.
"This is more comfortable," he mumbled, his eyes still closed. I giggled and moved off him to my side. He rolled over slightly so he was facing me. I shuffled closer to him and, slipping him arm around my waist, he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, kissing it softly, his rough lips massaging my skin. I smiled. I pushed him away, he groaned his disproval but opened his eyes and looked at me.
"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked. A devilish grinned appeared on his face.
"You," he replied and rolled on top of me. I laughed and let him have his fun, eventually being able to get up and make something to eat.
I was waiting for the kettle to boil when Tre walked in. He looked sullen.
"What's up Tre?" I asked, taking the whistling kettle off the stove and pouring it into a teapot. He shrugged.
"I heard you and Billie last night." I blushed furiously. "It's not fair he's getting it when I'm not!" He whined. I laughed.
"But your girlfriend wasn't there." I pointed out.
"I know and it was unfair." I laughed again and began to pour cups of tea and coffee for everyone.
"Want one?" I asked him, he nodded and I handed him a steaming mug of coffee. I heard Mike yelling and cursing at a laughing Billie Joe so decided to hurry and get his coffee to him quickly.
Sitting in the car on the way to the beach, I listened to Billie talking to Tre and Mike. The three had an amazing friendship that I knew would never break. They all understood each other perfectly, like three triplets. I smiled to myself as I thought about it, and then stopped. I missed my brothers and sister. I hadn't been able to say goodbye when mum and dad had thrown me out and I hadn't spoken to them since that day.
"What you thinking about?" Billie suddenly asked.
"What? Oh... Er... Nothing." He looked at me, one eyebrow raised.
"C'mon, you can tell me anything." I sighed.
"I was thinking about my family. I miss them." Billie stared at me. "Not my mum and dad, just my brothers and sister. I haven't seen them since they I got thrown out and I never got to say goodbye." Billie's eyes shone with empathy when he said his next words, "I haven't seen my oldest brother for about 4 years. He had already moved out when I was born."
"That sucks," I replied.
"Yep," he nodded, parking the car. "We're here! Everybody out!" I opened the door and ran over to Chloe before Tre could get there, giving her a huge hug.
The went by and everyone had a great time, the boys even got recognised a couple of times by fans. Billie looked amazed when a girl asked for a photo and autograph, can't say I was too pleased with the preppy bitch when she put her hand on his arse but hey, it was over in a couple of seconds. The jeans I was wearing got ruined when Tre threw me in the sea and so me and Chloe decided to pay them back (Billie had thrown her in).
It was well after midnight and the only sound that could be heard was the crickets singing, or whatever they do. Chloe and I crept downstairs to the 'music room', ie, the basement. Chloe grabbed Tre drumsticks, gluing them together and I grabbed one of Billie's guitars (not Blue, a different one) and cut the strings. When we had finished our sabotage we returned to our beds and waited for the next morning band practice to arrive.
"Holy fuck, what happened to my guitar?"
"My drumsticks are completely fucked!" me and Chloe collapsed with laughter until we heard, "GIRLS" at which point we ran for it. I wasn't quick enough though and Billie grabbed my ankle, causing me to trip over. He sat on me, making sure I couldn't get up.
"Did you do this?" he asked, thrusting his damaged guitar in my face. I nodded. "You bitch!" I heard Chloe scream with laughter and spluttered, trying to stop myself imitating her. Billie stared at me. "Tez, why did you do it! Now I gotta go home and get Blue!" I stopped laughing.
"I'm sorry, it was pay back for ruining our jeans. I'll go get Blue if you like." Billie got off me and I sat up, rubbing his back as he crouched on the grass, head in hands. He shook his head, "Just come with me ok?" he asked. I nodded and we got up. "Guys, I'm just gonna go and get Blue, be back soon!"
As we walked I could feel his hand shaking slightly. I squeezed it tightly. I felt awful, I hadn't meant for this to happen. I thought he might have spare strings.
"Billie, I'm really sorry," I started, but he interrupted me.
"It's ok, you didnt realise, I'm just glad you're coming with me." I leant on him, smiling as we approached the front door. He knocked.
A kind looking woman answered the door. As soon as she saw Billie her face broke into one of delight.
"Billie Joe! You've come home! I missed you so much!" She said, throwing her arms around her son.
"Hi mom, I just came to get Blue, I forgot to take him when I left." I loved the way Billie talked about Blue as if the guitar were a person rather than a musical instrument. He mom nodded, breathing heavily.
"Come in, come in. Who's this?" She asked, suddenly noticing me holding onto Billie's hand.
"Mom this is Teresa, my girlfriend." Mrs Armstrong gave me a once over and then pulled me into a warm embrace. I was slightly surprised at her suddenness but hugged back nonetheless.
We walked into the house and Billie began to get very jumpy. I squeezed his hand again and he returned the gesture. He moved his arm to around my waist, his hand in my back pocket and we walked into the kitchen. A man was sitting at the table, eating bacon and eggs, he looked up as we walked in.
"Look Brad, Billie Joe's back! My baby's back, isn't it wonderful." She moved to the mans side. He was eyeing Billie Joe, pure hatred in his eyes. I looked at Billie whose eyes held the same expression. Brad moved his attention to me.
"Who's this gorgeous young lady? Surely not your girlfriend fag?" Brad taunted, taking my hand kissing it. Images of my dad came rushing into my mind and I snatched my hand away quickly.
"Why couldn't she be my girlfriend?" Billie Joe responded through gritted teeth.
"Well... A) I thought you were a fag, and b) she's much to good looking to go off with a lowlife punk such as yourself." Billie clenched his fists as Ollie looked between the two men, terror in her eyes.
"Now Billie, Brad's just joking around, you know him, always one for a laugh," she gave a nervous laugh and continued, "It's wonderful that you're open about your sexuality and Brad's just... Well... He's just... Teasing." She almost asked the last part. Brad grinned.
"Yeah, listen to your mommy Billie, 'cause mommy always knows best, eh? Mommy's boy." I stared at the man. He stood at about six foot, he was fit and what some would consider handsome. His childish taunts surprised me.
"Brad, for God's sake leave the boy alone!" Ollie suddenly screamed. Brad turned to her, utterly taken aback.
"What?" he growled at her, clenching his fists and raising one slightly. Billie noticed.
"Touch my mom and I swear to god I will rip you in half." He whispered. Brad turned and looked at Billie. Billie's eyes were dancing with rage, the emerald green had become shaded, darker. Brad knew that he wasn't kidding and lowered his fist.
"Now get out," Billie whispered again, moving away from the door to give Brad room to leave. Brad only he'sitated for a second before storming upstairs to pack. Ollie collapsed in a chair, sobbing, Billie rushed over to her. I stood, feeling utterly helpless in the doorway as I watched Billie Joe comfort his mum. It made me realise what a special guy he was, and I was thankful for that.
