This isn't right., chapter 2
My phone rings. I sit up quickly and fall back.
"Dammit," I moan.
I roll out of bed sideways and land on my knees on the floor and reach for my phone.
"What?" I mumble.
"Hey sexy," I hear a husky male voice say.
I sit up straight and clear my throat, "Billie?" I ask, knowing the answer.
"Yes it is. Alright. Here's the plan. You get ready, we come get you, and you come to our practice and show us what you can do."
I nod.
"Amy?" he asks. I forgot he couldn't see me.
"Yep, that sounds fucking awesome," I say.
We say our goodbyes and hang up.
I rush around to get ready, tripping over some ripped up carpet in the hallway
"Ahh you fucktard," I yell loudly.
I hear a woman's voice from Joseph's bedroom, and I kick the door open.
"What the fuck?" I say.
A woman was lying there handcuffed to his bed while Joseph was pleasuring her with his mouth.
She was moaning, and neither of them noticed I was there.
I shuddered and quickly closed the door behind me.
"That's fucked," I think to myself as I run to the bathroom.
"So Amy, how are ya?" Tre asked me as we're driving to Billie's house.
I look at him in the back seat, "I'm good Tre, you?"
He winks and I laugh.
"Okay guys, we're here," Billie says as he pulls up in a drive way.
The house is one story, but is big. It has clear glass windows and a swimming pool around the back from what I can see. I am amazed.
I turn to Billie, "your house fucking rocks."
He laughs and kisses me on the forehead, "so do you," is his reply.
I shudder under his touch. Physically, I want him to touch me, and love me.
Emotionally it's a different story. I don't want to hurt him. I'm dying, and if he falls in love with me he will get hurt.
We make our way to Billie basement, and as we get there I gasp. Drums, guitars, amps, microphones, keyboards and sound systems filled up the space. About 10 chairs were on one side of the dark room. It was a nice environment.
Billie handed me a black guitar "play this" he says as he gives me a sheet of paper with tabs on it.
I nodded and breathed in and out.
The guitar made such beautiful noises as I played the song.
"What is that song?" I ask.
"Longview," Mike says "Now, see how the bass and drums are fitted in? Now play with us."
I nodded and we began to play. Billie on lead electric, Mike on bass, Tre on drums.
I was on electric as well, playing along with Billie.
I was the happiest I had ever been. But a nagging though stuck in my mind, "You're dying Amy, and you're only going to hurt people this way."
I pushed these thoughts out of my mind and played with the guys for a few more hours.
Afterwards, we swam. I didn't have a swimsuit so Tre got one out of his bag. It was very skimpy, and I knew he had planned on me wearing it.
When I came out of the pool room in the bikini, Tre, Mike and Billie stopped and stared.
"Stop looking at me!" I yelled playfully. They pretended to cover their eyes but looked through the gaps. I laughed and threw a ball at them and dived in after it.
"Amy. Stay over tonight," Mike said.
I shrugged "why not?" I asked rhetorically.
The water from my damp hair seeped through my thin t-shirt and I shivered. Billie pulled me onto his lap.
Mike and Tre left as we started kissing.
I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer to me.
His hand slipped onto my right breast warily. He glanced at my eyes to see if I would reject him. I didn't.
He pulled me up to his room, kissing as we walked up the steps.
We found the room and he slammed the door shut with his foot, whilst taking off his shirt.
He took off my shirt and kissed me as he unclipped my bra with one hand.
It flinged open revealing my breasts to him. He pushed me down onto the bed and stripped me of the rest of my clothes.
Billie kissed me on the neck and moved his way down. He traced around my inner thighs with his tongue softly, teasing me.
Soon after the teasing and tasting, he made love to me. It was hard, and hot.
It was amazing.
We lay there trying to catch our breath.
"Holy fuck," he breathed out.
I nodded, knowing exactly the feeling he was trying to express.
I spent the night there, hanging with the guys and making out with Billie.
It had to be one of the best nights of my life.
Billie and I held each other in a warm embrace. The restaurant owner came out with bottles of champagne. The other customers were smiling with happiness. "We're getting married" I yelled. The French waiter popped open the bottle of champagne and sprayed it on us, then filled our expensive wine glasses half way up.
"A toast" Billie held up his glass "To Amy and me. On our engagement" we all yelled cheers and sipped the expensive champagne. Billie pulled me forward and cupped my face in his hands. He leaned forward to kiss me.
*Ring. Ring*
I sat up in the bed quickly and leaned over to pick up my phone, and fell off the side of the bed with a bang. I scrambled around trying to find my bag with my phone in it. I stood up and knocked over a glass of water, and slipped on it, banging my head on the corner of the table. "FUCK" I yelled. I finally found my phone and answered it.
"What?" I yelled. I heard a breath.
"Amy, where the hell are ya?" I heard my brothers' concerned voice say.
"I'm at Billie's' house. I stayed here last night."
"Jesus Christ Amy, you scared the fuck out of me. I was worried when I saw there was food left in the cupboard for breakfast" he said jokingly.
"Ah ha, ah ha a fucking ha," I replied sarcastically.
Billie sat up. He wasn't wearing anything, and his hair was spiked up in every direction. I smiled at him.
He was so gorgeous.
"Well, I'll see you later Jo. Love ya," I flipped my phone shut with a snap.
"Who was that?" Billie asked groggily.
"Just my brother," I reply, and hop back into bed with Billie.
We snuggled up close, and we were just about to get asleep when Tre burst through the door with only boxers on and underwear on his head. He was singing
"We Are the Champions" at the top of his lungs to the mop he was swirling around.
We stared at him.
All of a sudden it was quiet.
"Dare I lick it?" Tre asked, and without an answer, he licked the mop quickly.
"Ah, gross. It tastes like the bathroom," he said.
When he realised we hadn't said anything, he waved and walked backwards out of the room, revealing a hole in the back of the boxers.
I shook my head. He was a funny guy, unlike anyone I had ever met.
Mike was cool too. He talked an awful lot about music and his bass and how much music means to him though. He loved how he could play his music to the world, and they will love it. He says the best feeling in the world is being on stage, watching thousands of faces singing and dancing to your songs.
"It's a beautiful feeling. Makes you feel proud," he said.
And Billie, he was incredible. Every movement he made looked perfect. No matter what he did, I couldn't help but stare at him. He was so gorgeous, so perfect. I wanted him to hold me in his arms, so I could stare into his gorgeous green eyes and get lost in his golden soul. He was everything I had ever wanted.
I knew that the fact that I was dying would affect everything in the future; a life with him, a musical career, Josephs' happiness, and whenever I was with the guys, I had a nagging feeling, like I should tell them or something.
I knew I couldn't.
I never could.
"Dammit," I moan.
I roll out of bed sideways and land on my knees on the floor and reach for my phone.
"What?" I mumble.
"Hey sexy," I hear a husky male voice say.
I sit up straight and clear my throat, "Billie?" I ask, knowing the answer.
"Yes it is. Alright. Here's the plan. You get ready, we come get you, and you come to our practice and show us what you can do."
I nod.
"Amy?" he asks. I forgot he couldn't see me.
"Yep, that sounds fucking awesome," I say.
We say our goodbyes and hang up.
I rush around to get ready, tripping over some ripped up carpet in the hallway
"Ahh you fucktard," I yell loudly.
I hear a woman's voice from Joseph's bedroom, and I kick the door open.
"What the fuck?" I say.
A woman was lying there handcuffed to his bed while Joseph was pleasuring her with his mouth.
She was moaning, and neither of them noticed I was there.
I shuddered and quickly closed the door behind me.
"That's fucked," I think to myself as I run to the bathroom.
"So Amy, how are ya?" Tre asked me as we're driving to Billie's house.
I look at him in the back seat, "I'm good Tre, you?"
He winks and I laugh.
"Okay guys, we're here," Billie says as he pulls up in a drive way.
The house is one story, but is big. It has clear glass windows and a swimming pool around the back from what I can see. I am amazed.
I turn to Billie, "your house fucking rocks."
He laughs and kisses me on the forehead, "so do you," is his reply.
I shudder under his touch. Physically, I want him to touch me, and love me.
Emotionally it's a different story. I don't want to hurt him. I'm dying, and if he falls in love with me he will get hurt.
We make our way to Billie basement, and as we get there I gasp. Drums, guitars, amps, microphones, keyboards and sound systems filled up the space. About 10 chairs were on one side of the dark room. It was a nice environment.
Billie handed me a black guitar "play this" he says as he gives me a sheet of paper with tabs on it.
I nodded and breathed in and out.
The guitar made such beautiful noises as I played the song.
"What is that song?" I ask.
"Longview," Mike says "Now, see how the bass and drums are fitted in? Now play with us."
I nodded and we began to play. Billie on lead electric, Mike on bass, Tre on drums.
I was on electric as well, playing along with Billie.
I was the happiest I had ever been. But a nagging though stuck in my mind, "You're dying Amy, and you're only going to hurt people this way."
I pushed these thoughts out of my mind and played with the guys for a few more hours.
Afterwards, we swam. I didn't have a swimsuit so Tre got one out of his bag. It was very skimpy, and I knew he had planned on me wearing it.
When I came out of the pool room in the bikini, Tre, Mike and Billie stopped and stared.
"Stop looking at me!" I yelled playfully. They pretended to cover their eyes but looked through the gaps. I laughed and threw a ball at them and dived in after it.
"Amy. Stay over tonight," Mike said.
I shrugged "why not?" I asked rhetorically.
The water from my damp hair seeped through my thin t-shirt and I shivered. Billie pulled me onto his lap.
Mike and Tre left as we started kissing.
I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer to me.
His hand slipped onto my right breast warily. He glanced at my eyes to see if I would reject him. I didn't.
He pulled me up to his room, kissing as we walked up the steps.
We found the room and he slammed the door shut with his foot, whilst taking off his shirt.
He took off my shirt and kissed me as he unclipped my bra with one hand.
It flinged open revealing my breasts to him. He pushed me down onto the bed and stripped me of the rest of my clothes.
Billie kissed me on the neck and moved his way down. He traced around my inner thighs with his tongue softly, teasing me.
Soon after the teasing and tasting, he made love to me. It was hard, and hot.
It was amazing.
We lay there trying to catch our breath.
"Holy fuck," he breathed out.
I nodded, knowing exactly the feeling he was trying to express.
I spent the night there, hanging with the guys and making out with Billie.
It had to be one of the best nights of my life.
Billie and I held each other in a warm embrace. The restaurant owner came out with bottles of champagne. The other customers were smiling with happiness. "We're getting married" I yelled. The French waiter popped open the bottle of champagne and sprayed it on us, then filled our expensive wine glasses half way up.
"A toast" Billie held up his glass "To Amy and me. On our engagement" we all yelled cheers and sipped the expensive champagne. Billie pulled me forward and cupped my face in his hands. He leaned forward to kiss me.
*Ring. Ring*
I sat up in the bed quickly and leaned over to pick up my phone, and fell off the side of the bed with a bang. I scrambled around trying to find my bag with my phone in it. I stood up and knocked over a glass of water, and slipped on it, banging my head on the corner of the table. "FUCK" I yelled. I finally found my phone and answered it.
"What?" I yelled. I heard a breath.
"Amy, where the hell are ya?" I heard my brothers' concerned voice say.
"I'm at Billie's' house. I stayed here last night."
"Jesus Christ Amy, you scared the fuck out of me. I was worried when I saw there was food left in the cupboard for breakfast" he said jokingly.
"Ah ha, ah ha a fucking ha," I replied sarcastically.
Billie sat up. He wasn't wearing anything, and his hair was spiked up in every direction. I smiled at him.
He was so gorgeous.
"Well, I'll see you later Jo. Love ya," I flipped my phone shut with a snap.
"Who was that?" Billie asked groggily.
"Just my brother," I reply, and hop back into bed with Billie.
We snuggled up close, and we were just about to get asleep when Tre burst through the door with only boxers on and underwear on his head. He was singing
"We Are the Champions" at the top of his lungs to the mop he was swirling around.
We stared at him.
All of a sudden it was quiet.
"Dare I lick it?" Tre asked, and without an answer, he licked the mop quickly.
"Ah, gross. It tastes like the bathroom," he said.
When he realised we hadn't said anything, he waved and walked backwards out of the room, revealing a hole in the back of the boxers.
I shook my head. He was a funny guy, unlike anyone I had ever met.
Mike was cool too. He talked an awful lot about music and his bass and how much music means to him though. He loved how he could play his music to the world, and they will love it. He says the best feeling in the world is being on stage, watching thousands of faces singing and dancing to your songs.
"It's a beautiful feeling. Makes you feel proud," he said.
And Billie, he was incredible. Every movement he made looked perfect. No matter what he did, I couldn't help but stare at him. He was so gorgeous, so perfect. I wanted him to hold me in his arms, so I could stare into his gorgeous green eyes and get lost in his golden soul. He was everything I had ever wanted.
I knew that the fact that I was dying would affect everything in the future; a life with him, a musical career, Josephs' happiness, and whenever I was with the guys, I had a nagging feeling, like I should tell them or something.
I knew I couldn't.
I never could.
