You're My Angel, chapter 8
"Fine," she said as she pulled the keys out of her door.
Adriana followed Billie into his apartment. He told her to sit down on the couch and he would be right back. He returned wearing boxers and a t-shirt a few minutes later before going into the kitchen to get something to drink.
"You thirsty?" he asked.
"No," she smiled. "Thanks."
"You wanna come in here and watch TV?" he said gesturing towards his bedroom.
She nodded before getting up and following him. They both sat on his bed, but Billie didn't turn on the television.
"I thought we were going to watch TV?" she asked sounding confused.
"Yeah, well I lied," he smiled.
"Ok... So what do you want to do then?" she asked.
"You wrote that a few days before I got married... That was a long time ago," he paused. "Do you still feel that way?"
"What would you say if I did?" she questioned.
"Well..." he stopped to think. "I would say... That you're a very patient person," he laughed. "But, really I don't know what I'd say... Which is kinda the reason I didn't say anything the other night either."
"Oh," she said with a disappointed tone.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked. "And who all knows about this besides Tré?"
"I didn't tell you because... I didn't want to lose your friendship because I would much rather just be your friend than to not have you at all," she said nervously. "And let's just say that you're probably the only one on the face of the planet who didn't know."
"So is that a yes?" he asked. "Or is that a no?"
"And I figured that if you had felt the same way about me that you would have told somebody..." she paused. "Mike, Tré, your mom, someone... But you didn't."
"Please stop avoiding the question," he said with impatience.
"Yes Billie," she finally said. "I'm so pathetic... I know."
"You're pathetic?" he asked. "So you felt that way for me for what? Maybe four years at the most? Well from the time I was sixteen until I married Jamie, I had my eye on you."
"Oh," she said sadly. "So you don't anymore?"
"Well... I gave up on you," he paused. "I had to move on because we weren't on the same page... At least I didn't think we were. That's why I didn't see you very much after I got married, well that's the other reason... It was too depressing to be around you because I thought that we would be together, but it never happened. I always hoped that we would be like your parents were before your dad died... They were really happy together."
"Well that's too bad that you didn't tell me or anyone else," she sighed. "We could have been together."
"But I did try to tell you... You just didn't realize it," he said. "Don't you listen to my songs?"
"What?" she asked. "Of course I listen to them."
"And you never thought any of those might have been about you?" he asked. "What about 'Only of You' and 'The One I Want'? Who did you think they were about? Not to mention the countless other songs that I wrote about you that no one else has even read... I probably have three notebooks full of songs about just you and not the thin ones either."
"I don't know what I thought..." she said. "I definitely didn't think they were about me."
"Who else would they have been about?" he asked with frustration. "I spent more time with you than anyone else," he paused. "And when I slept with you a week before my wedding... That didn't make you question anything?"
"And that last thing you said is the main reason why I wrote the fucking letter," she sighed. "But then I changed my mind about giving it to you because I didn't think it would change anything."
"Seriously... Who does that? That was supposed to be the biggest, not to mention obvious, sign that I wanted to be with you," he told her.
"Then why the hell did you still marry Jamie?" she asked in exasperation.
"Because I finally realized that I wasn't ever going to be with you," he sighed. "I thought that maybe you weren't the one for me after all... So I settled for second best and we both see where that got me."
"Yeah... Well what were you talking about four years for?" she asked.
"What?" he asked in confusion.
"When I said that I had been in love with you for as long as could remember... I was being literal," she told him. "Since I was like fourteen..."
"Oh, I feel really bad for sleeping with you then..." he trailed off.
"What? Why?" she asked.
"Because you've had feelings for me since you were fourteen so it really meant a lot to you," he paused. "Well it meant a lot to me too, but you didn't know that... And you know how some girls are... So sorry if it seemed like I was trying to take advantage of you or whatever."
"Its fine Billie," she assured him. "Really... That was... Well, is my best memory of me and you."
--
Early the next morning, Billie was awakened by someone knocking on the door of his apartment. He checked the clock that was on the nightstand to see that it was only seven before grabbing his boxers off of the floor.
On his way to the door, he stopped to turn the air conditioner off because it was freezing in his bedroom. He opened the door to find Tré standing outside.
"Hey man," Tré said. "Can I use your shower... I can't get Adriana to the door."
"Hold on..." Billie said. "And what the fuck is in your hair?"
"Syrup," he said as Billie gave him a weird look. "Don't ask..."
Billie let Tré in before going back to his bedroom. He was in there for a few minutes before Tré followed him in to find out what was taking so long.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "I just want to take a quick shower."
"Shh..." Billie told him. "I'm looking for..."
Tré interrupted him when he saw a girl in his bed. She was facing the other way so he could only see her hair.
"Billie," he whispered. "Adriana just poured her fucking heart out to you and you go and sleep with someone else? And that isn't Adrienne, either," he paused. "And what the fuck are you looking for?"
"First off, you forced Adriana to pour her heart out to me..." he shot back. "And second, maybe you need to look again," he said motioning in the direction of the girl.
"Hey," Billie said to her trying to wake her up. "Where are your keys at baby?"
"Hmm...," she mumbled sleepily as she sat up.
Tré's mouth dropped open when he saw who it was.
"Hey Tré," Adriana said. "The keys are on the bar," she paused. "And you should probably close your mouth," she laughed.
"Yeah," he said. "I... Uh... I'm a little speechless," he finally said.
"Ok... We're going back to sleep," she said as she laid back down. "We had to stay up really late to make up for lost time."
"I bet," Tré laughed. "But when you wake up, you two are gonna come to lunch with me and tell me everything."
"Your treat, right?" Billie laughed. "Lock the door on your way out."
Billie and Adriana finally got up around two that afternoon. Adriana went back across the hall to her apartment to take a shower and found Tré on the couch watching cartoons.
"They have cartoons on this late in the day?" she asked before going in her bedroom. "And aren't you too old to be watching them anyway?" she asked from her room.
"It's ok for grown people to watch cartoons as long as they have kids," he said indifferently.
"Wouldn't it help if you had children?" she laughed. "Tré... You're something else."
An hour later, the three of them were eating lunch at Tré's favorite restaurant. Tré was eagerly trying to pry the details of the previous night out of them.
"Well..." Adriana said. "We talked and then had sex," she blushed a little. "... A lot."
"Oh come on," Tré pleaded. "I want the juicy details... And I don't' want to hear about what you talked about before either..."
--
"Well let's change that and make tonight your best memory of me and you," Billie said.
"Wha..." she started to ask but was interrupted as his lips met hers. "What are you doing? Don't do this just because it's what I want..."
"I'm not... I'm doing it because it's what I want," he said as he kissed her neck. "After finding out that you still want to be with me... Do you really think that I would just walk away after seven years of wanting you? There's no way."
His tongue slipped passed her lips for a few seconds before he broke their kiss to pull her shirt over her head. He softly kissed her neck and listened to her slow, unsteady breathing before unbuttoning her jeans.
"Billie?" she asked in a whisper. "What about Adrienne?"
"What about her?" he asked getting a little irritated. "Why are you stalling? Is something wrong?"
"Are you two... Uh... Over?" she asked anxious to hear his answer. "... And I'm so nervous."
"Why are you nervous?" he asked before laughing a little. "We've done this before," he paused. "And yes... We're over."
"I know we've done this before," she sighed. "But we didn't know what each other's intention was and now you know that I'm about to do this with you because I want to and I know that you are about to do the same because you want it, too... And now I'm probably just babbling and making no sense at all," she laughed.
"Take these off," Billie said as he tugged on her jeans a little. "I'll be right back... "
Adriana followed Billie into his apartment. He told her to sit down on the couch and he would be right back. He returned wearing boxers and a t-shirt a few minutes later before going into the kitchen to get something to drink.
"You thirsty?" he asked.
"No," she smiled. "Thanks."
"You wanna come in here and watch TV?" he said gesturing towards his bedroom.
She nodded before getting up and following him. They both sat on his bed, but Billie didn't turn on the television.
"I thought we were going to watch TV?" she asked sounding confused.
"Yeah, well I lied," he smiled.
"Ok... So what do you want to do then?" she asked.
"You wrote that a few days before I got married... That was a long time ago," he paused. "Do you still feel that way?"
"What would you say if I did?" she questioned.
"Well..." he stopped to think. "I would say... That you're a very patient person," he laughed. "But, really I don't know what I'd say... Which is kinda the reason I didn't say anything the other night either."
"Oh," she said with a disappointed tone.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked. "And who all knows about this besides Tré?"
"I didn't tell you because... I didn't want to lose your friendship because I would much rather just be your friend than to not have you at all," she said nervously. "And let's just say that you're probably the only one on the face of the planet who didn't know."
"So is that a yes?" he asked. "Or is that a no?"
"And I figured that if you had felt the same way about me that you would have told somebody..." she paused. "Mike, Tré, your mom, someone... But you didn't."
"Please stop avoiding the question," he said with impatience.
"Yes Billie," she finally said. "I'm so pathetic... I know."
"You're pathetic?" he asked. "So you felt that way for me for what? Maybe four years at the most? Well from the time I was sixteen until I married Jamie, I had my eye on you."
"Oh," she said sadly. "So you don't anymore?"
"Well... I gave up on you," he paused. "I had to move on because we weren't on the same page... At least I didn't think we were. That's why I didn't see you very much after I got married, well that's the other reason... It was too depressing to be around you because I thought that we would be together, but it never happened. I always hoped that we would be like your parents were before your dad died... They were really happy together."
"Well that's too bad that you didn't tell me or anyone else," she sighed. "We could have been together."
"But I did try to tell you... You just didn't realize it," he said. "Don't you listen to my songs?"
"What?" she asked. "Of course I listen to them."
"And you never thought any of those might have been about you?" he asked. "What about 'Only of You' and 'The One I Want'? Who did you think they were about? Not to mention the countless other songs that I wrote about you that no one else has even read... I probably have three notebooks full of songs about just you and not the thin ones either."
"I don't know what I thought..." she said. "I definitely didn't think they were about me."
"Who else would they have been about?" he asked with frustration. "I spent more time with you than anyone else," he paused. "And when I slept with you a week before my wedding... That didn't make you question anything?"
"And that last thing you said is the main reason why I wrote the fucking letter," she sighed. "But then I changed my mind about giving it to you because I didn't think it would change anything."
"Seriously... Who does that? That was supposed to be the biggest, not to mention obvious, sign that I wanted to be with you," he told her.
"Then why the hell did you still marry Jamie?" she asked in exasperation.
"Because I finally realized that I wasn't ever going to be with you," he sighed. "I thought that maybe you weren't the one for me after all... So I settled for second best and we both see where that got me."
"Yeah... Well what were you talking about four years for?" she asked.
"What?" he asked in confusion.
"When I said that I had been in love with you for as long as could remember... I was being literal," she told him. "Since I was like fourteen..."
"Oh, I feel really bad for sleeping with you then..." he trailed off.
"What? Why?" she asked.
"Because you've had feelings for me since you were fourteen so it really meant a lot to you," he paused. "Well it meant a lot to me too, but you didn't know that... And you know how some girls are... So sorry if it seemed like I was trying to take advantage of you or whatever."
"Its fine Billie," she assured him. "Really... That was... Well, is my best memory of me and you."
--
Early the next morning, Billie was awakened by someone knocking on the door of his apartment. He checked the clock that was on the nightstand to see that it was only seven before grabbing his boxers off of the floor.
On his way to the door, he stopped to turn the air conditioner off because it was freezing in his bedroom. He opened the door to find Tré standing outside.
"Hey man," Tré said. "Can I use your shower... I can't get Adriana to the door."
"Hold on..." Billie said. "And what the fuck is in your hair?"
"Syrup," he said as Billie gave him a weird look. "Don't ask..."
Billie let Tré in before going back to his bedroom. He was in there for a few minutes before Tré followed him in to find out what was taking so long.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "I just want to take a quick shower."
"Shh..." Billie told him. "I'm looking for..."
Tré interrupted him when he saw a girl in his bed. She was facing the other way so he could only see her hair.
"Billie," he whispered. "Adriana just poured her fucking heart out to you and you go and sleep with someone else? And that isn't Adrienne, either," he paused. "And what the fuck are you looking for?"
"First off, you forced Adriana to pour her heart out to me..." he shot back. "And second, maybe you need to look again," he said motioning in the direction of the girl.
"Hey," Billie said to her trying to wake her up. "Where are your keys at baby?"
"Hmm...," she mumbled sleepily as she sat up.
Tré's mouth dropped open when he saw who it was.
"Hey Tré," Adriana said. "The keys are on the bar," she paused. "And you should probably close your mouth," she laughed.
"Yeah," he said. "I... Uh... I'm a little speechless," he finally said.
"Ok... We're going back to sleep," she said as she laid back down. "We had to stay up really late to make up for lost time."
"I bet," Tré laughed. "But when you wake up, you two are gonna come to lunch with me and tell me everything."
"Your treat, right?" Billie laughed. "Lock the door on your way out."
Billie and Adriana finally got up around two that afternoon. Adriana went back across the hall to her apartment to take a shower and found Tré on the couch watching cartoons.
"They have cartoons on this late in the day?" she asked before going in her bedroom. "And aren't you too old to be watching them anyway?" she asked from her room.
"It's ok for grown people to watch cartoons as long as they have kids," he said indifferently.
"Wouldn't it help if you had children?" she laughed. "Tré... You're something else."
An hour later, the three of them were eating lunch at Tré's favorite restaurant. Tré was eagerly trying to pry the details of the previous night out of them.
"Well..." Adriana said. "We talked and then had sex," she blushed a little. "... A lot."
"Oh come on," Tré pleaded. "I want the juicy details... And I don't' want to hear about what you talked about before either..."
--
"Well let's change that and make tonight your best memory of me and you," Billie said.
"Wha..." she started to ask but was interrupted as his lips met hers. "What are you doing? Don't do this just because it's what I want..."
"I'm not... I'm doing it because it's what I want," he said as he kissed her neck. "After finding out that you still want to be with me... Do you really think that I would just walk away after seven years of wanting you? There's no way."
His tongue slipped passed her lips for a few seconds before he broke their kiss to pull her shirt over her head. He softly kissed her neck and listened to her slow, unsteady breathing before unbuttoning her jeans.
"Billie?" she asked in a whisper. "What about Adrienne?"
"What about her?" he asked getting a little irritated. "Why are you stalling? Is something wrong?"
"Are you two... Uh... Over?" she asked anxious to hear his answer. "... And I'm so nervous."
"Why are you nervous?" he asked before laughing a little. "We've done this before," he paused. "And yes... We're over."
"I know we've done this before," she sighed. "But we didn't know what each other's intention was and now you know that I'm about to do this with you because I want to and I know that you are about to do the same because you want it, too... And now I'm probably just babbling and making no sense at all," she laughed.
"Take these off," Billie said as he tugged on her jeans a little. "I'll be right back... "
