STOP CALLING ME SEXY DAMN IT!!!, chapter 4
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"Dammit Billie!" Kyla stopped and screamed at him. "Why didn't you tell me about Mike? Now look! Before you fucking had sex with me, shouldn't you have known to talk to me first, to tell us about each other?!"
Billie tried to say something, but she cut him off.
"No! It's my fault! I shouldn't have done that! Now look what it's got us in!" she screamed as the sirens got even louder. "Now the fucking police..." Kyla broke down and sobbed. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up into Billie's eyes. He bent down and their eyes closed, their heads coming together in a long kiss. The sirens suddenly became extremely loud and they broke apart.
"Fuck!" they both yelled. They took off running for the nearest building, which happened to be an extremely tall, old abandoned buisness. Billie grabbed a ladder, about 7 feet off the ground and began climbing up. He looked down and realized Kyla was too small to reach the ladder. He reached down and took her hand, pulling her up. They climbed up about 6 feet before they stopped. Billie whipped out his cell and dialed Mike's number, then handed it to Kyla. It rang for about 20 seconds before Mike answered.
"He-"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU MIKE?!?!" Kyla screamed into the phone. "I'M NOT EVEN YOUR GILFRIEND! OKAY? I HAVE SOMEONE ELSE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO GET SO MAD ABOUT ME SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE WHEN I DON'T HAVE ANY RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU!!!" Kyla blushed as she realized what she said. She glanced up at Billie and saw he was blushing too.
"He's so adorable..." she thought, and looked down, turning even redder.
"Well that's a way to tell someone to their face, sexy," Mike said.
"What the hell, Mike? What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing, sexy," he replied. "I'm just in love with you..." Kyla suddenly heard a girl's voice in the backround, but it was inaudible. She could tell it sounded angry, though.
"Get away from me..." she heard Mike say. "I paid you already..."
Kyla couldn't help but laugh as she realized it was the prostitute she had seen earlier. "What's the matter, Mike? You seem to have someone else!"
"Very funny, darling," he drawled out. "Come on home...I have some new clothes for you...they're hot...I tried them on myself!" She then realized that Mike was drunk.
She sighed. "Okay, Mike, what the hell did you tell the police?"
"Oh, nothing, just that...Billie had raped you...then forced you into...coming away...with him..."
"Oh my god!" she screamed hysterically. "And they believed you?!"
"Well...Billie...has a past...criminal record...so...ya...they did..." Mike drawled out. She heard a gulping sound.
"Mike?" she asked. "Are you still drinking?"
"Yep..." His voice was quieter.
"How much?" She hesitantly asked.
"Oh...not too much...I think...just a few... So you...still care about me...honey...now do you..." She sighed in both relief and discust. Two bottles wasn't too bad. She started to say something but Mike beat her to it.
"Just a few...dozen...bottles...sexy...don't worry...about me..."
She inhaled sharply. "Oh my god!" she screamed. "Stop, Mike! Stop!"
She heard a thud midspeech. "Mike?" Nothing. She hung up.
"Billie!" she cried. Billie immediately looked down. "Mike's drunk!"
He laughed. "Now that's not too uncommon, Kyle."
She giggled at his nickname but was immediately serious. "No, Billie, you don't understand. He drank A-LOT."
"How much?" he rolled his eyes, his indifference for Mike clearely obvious.
"58 bottles..." A tear rolled out her eye, and Billie's eyes widened the sight of it, realizing that she really did love Mike...
Billie tried to say something, but she cut him off.
"No! It's my fault! I shouldn't have done that! Now look what it's got us in!" she screamed as the sirens got even louder. "Now the fucking police..." Kyla broke down and sobbed. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up into Billie's eyes. He bent down and their eyes closed, their heads coming together in a long kiss. The sirens suddenly became extremely loud and they broke apart.
"Fuck!" they both yelled. They took off running for the nearest building, which happened to be an extremely tall, old abandoned buisness. Billie grabbed a ladder, about 7 feet off the ground and began climbing up. He looked down and realized Kyla was too small to reach the ladder. He reached down and took her hand, pulling her up. They climbed up about 6 feet before they stopped. Billie whipped out his cell and dialed Mike's number, then handed it to Kyla. It rang for about 20 seconds before Mike answered.
"He-"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU MIKE?!?!" Kyla screamed into the phone. "I'M NOT EVEN YOUR GILFRIEND! OKAY? I HAVE SOMEONE ELSE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO GET SO MAD ABOUT ME SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE WHEN I DON'T HAVE ANY RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU!!!" Kyla blushed as she realized what she said. She glanced up at Billie and saw he was blushing too.
"He's so adorable..." she thought, and looked down, turning even redder.
"Well that's a way to tell someone to their face, sexy," Mike said.
"What the hell, Mike? What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing, sexy," he replied. "I'm just in love with you..." Kyla suddenly heard a girl's voice in the backround, but it was inaudible. She could tell it sounded angry, though.
"Get away from me..." she heard Mike say. "I paid you already..."
Kyla couldn't help but laugh as she realized it was the prostitute she had seen earlier. "What's the matter, Mike? You seem to have someone else!"
"Very funny, darling," he drawled out. "Come on home...I have some new clothes for you...they're hot...I tried them on myself!" She then realized that Mike was drunk.
She sighed. "Okay, Mike, what the hell did you tell the police?"
"Oh, nothing, just that...Billie had raped you...then forced you into...coming away...with him..."
"Oh my god!" she screamed hysterically. "And they believed you?!"
"Well...Billie...has a past...criminal record...so...ya...they did..." Mike drawled out. She heard a gulping sound.
"Mike?" she asked. "Are you still drinking?"
"Yep..." His voice was quieter.
"How much?" She hesitantly asked.
"Oh...not too much...I think...just a few... So you...still care about me...honey...now do you..." She sighed in both relief and discust. Two bottles wasn't too bad. She started to say something but Mike beat her to it.
"Just a few...dozen...bottles...sexy...don't worry...about me..."
She inhaled sharply. "Oh my god!" she screamed. "Stop, Mike! Stop!"
She heard a thud midspeech. "Mike?" Nothing. She hung up.
"Billie!" she cried. Billie immediately looked down. "Mike's drunk!"
He laughed. "Now that's not too uncommon, Kyle."
She giggled at his nickname but was immediately serious. "No, Billie, you don't understand. He drank A-LOT."
"How much?" he rolled his eyes, his indifference for Mike clearely obvious.
"58 bottles..." A tear rolled out her eye, and Billie's eyes widened the sight of it, realizing that she really did love Mike...
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