"Hi, I'm Your Neighbour.", chapter 10
He mumbled something incoherently.
"Welcome to America. Please speak English." I said, trying to get him to talk to me. Or maybe even lighten him up.
"Maybe." he said, looking down. He was ashamed.
"It's ok, Tre, it's ok. I really don't care. Just don't let it happen again, and if it does, please don't make it a habit, or in front of Billie Joe, ok?" I said.
"Yeah. Deal." he said. We then left and went home, I walked to Tre's house with him.
"Hey, are you ok?" I asked him, gently laying my hand on his shoulder. He didn't answer and walked right in, slamming the door in my face.
"Well he's very happy." I thought to myself.
I went home and found Billie Joe asleep on the couch. That's so cute. I went up to him and kissed him softly on his lips.
"Hmm..? Oh...damn...wish I could wake up like that every day..." he mumbled, stretching.
"Uh huh...you have a gig tonight though, get ready."
"OK." he said, and got up, changed into black pants, a black Ramones shirt, and was fully ready to go. He carefully grabbed Blue, his precious prized possession, and we walked on over. I had eyeliner on, very thickly, my hair pulled back, with my long green bangs pulled behind my ears, an all-black hoodie, and baggy jeans with black Converse. When we got there, Mike was standing there waiting.
"Hey man. Where's Al?" Billie asked.
"Umm...Bill, I got bad news. Al...he kinda...left." Mike said, looking down at his feet. I guess he never realized how cool his shoes were.
"What? What fucking reason?" Billie asked, getting very angry.
"He went to uhh....college."
Billie Joe was enraged. Then, I saw a depressed looking Tre. Not wanting to bring up what happened earlier and wanting to enlighten him, I ran up and asked him if he wanted to play with the guys. He had practiced with them plenty of times and knew all of the songs. He agreed, very happily, and ran up to the guys. They played a bunch of songs, but at the end of the set, Billie Joe stopped and waited until the crowd stopped screaming.
"OK!," he screeched into the mike, "this song is dedicated to a very special someone to me. Her name is Nikki, and I love her with all my soul."
"Oh my God," I said to myself, "I can't believe he wrote a song for me."
Then his beautiful voice filled the crowded, lived-in, smoke-filled room.
"I wish I could tell you,
But the words would come out wrong.
Oh if you only knew,The way I've felt for so long.
I know that we're worlds apart,
But I just don't seem to care.
These feelings in my heart
Only with you I want to share.
The first time I caught a glimpse of you
Then my thoughts were only of you.
I hope that when time goes by,
You will think the same about me.
Many nights awake I lie,
I only wish that you could see.
I know that we're only friends,
I hope this feeling never ends.
If I could only hold you,
It's the only thing I want to do.
The first time I caught a glimpse of you,
Then my thoughts were only of you."
"Wow."
I was dumbstruck. Amazing, incredible words that meant he loved it that he was able to spill his heart out to me. It also made me feel so loved, and happy that someone in the world appreciated that I was close to them.
As he came off the stage I ran up to him and kissed him, for a long time. I hugged him and told him:
"I love you. Thank you so much for loving me back."
"It's not that hard to love you. You're all a guy could want." he said, smiling.
Tre walked off stage with an arm around a girl. She had straight black hair with the tips and two streaks in turquoise. She looked about five and a half feet tall and she was thin. She and Tre walked up to us and Tre began introducing her.
"Mike, Melissa, Melissa, Mike. Billie, Melissa, Melissa, Billie. Nikki, Melis-"
"Tre, we get the point." I smiled, as I shook her hand. She smiled and shook everyone's hands as saying 'Hello'. We then left the Gilman. Surprisingly, Tre nor any of the guys had wanted to stay to drink, smoke, or party. Everyone split up after a while. Tre, Melissa, and Mike went another way to Tre and Mike's apartment building. As Billie and I were walking on the sidewalk back to my place, Billie started squirming his legs together.
"Babe, what's the problem?" I asked, smiling slightly.
"I gotta piss hun." he said, still squirming.
"There's a tree right there. You're not too feminine to use a tree, are you? I mean I wouldn't, but men have an advantage if you know what I mean." And as I said the last bit, he took off to the tree. While he was pissing, I saw a figure about 30 feet in front of me, and it looked very familiar.
Billie Joe was taking a long time. As the person neared me, I realized who it was. Mark. I knew that every time I got near him I panicked, and sometimes when it got too bad (which was very often), I had a panic attack. When Mark saw it was me, he ran up to me and grabbed me, clasping a hand tightly over my mouth to stop me from screaming. He pulled out a pocket knife and held it up to my throat.
"You make one sound, I slash your throat."
And with that, he walked me back the way he had been coming, to a smelly old apartment that was infested with roaches and other disgusting insects. When he brought me there, he started undressing me. I knew what was happening. I didn't want it to happen, not again.
The more I tried to run to the door, the harder he gripped my arm and pulled me back. Then I heard my cell ring in the front pocket of the pile of my crumpled jeans in the corner of the room. My cell had a setting in which if you didn't answer it after 3 rings, and it wasn't on vibrate, it went on speaker. Billie Joe's voice rung through the room. It calmed me a little.
"Babe, where'd you go? Are you tricking me? You were the one who suggested the tree. Are you ok?" I screamed into the room, knowing the phone would pick it up.
Mark then went to my pocket and picked up my phone. He shut it off and threw it against the wall, where it cracked to pieces. Just then, I started breathing with sharp, quick breaths. I could barely breathe. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I collapsed.
"Welcome to America. Please speak English." I said, trying to get him to talk to me. Or maybe even lighten him up.
"Maybe." he said, looking down. He was ashamed.
"It's ok, Tre, it's ok. I really don't care. Just don't let it happen again, and if it does, please don't make it a habit, or in front of Billie Joe, ok?" I said.
"Yeah. Deal." he said. We then left and went home, I walked to Tre's house with him.
"Hey, are you ok?" I asked him, gently laying my hand on his shoulder. He didn't answer and walked right in, slamming the door in my face.
"Well he's very happy." I thought to myself.
I went home and found Billie Joe asleep on the couch. That's so cute. I went up to him and kissed him softly on his lips.
"Hmm..? Oh...damn...wish I could wake up like that every day..." he mumbled, stretching.
"Uh huh...you have a gig tonight though, get ready."
"OK." he said, and got up, changed into black pants, a black Ramones shirt, and was fully ready to go. He carefully grabbed Blue, his precious prized possession, and we walked on over. I had eyeliner on, very thickly, my hair pulled back, with my long green bangs pulled behind my ears, an all-black hoodie, and baggy jeans with black Converse. When we got there, Mike was standing there waiting.
"Hey man. Where's Al?" Billie asked.
"Umm...Bill, I got bad news. Al...he kinda...left." Mike said, looking down at his feet. I guess he never realized how cool his shoes were.
"What? What fucking reason?" Billie asked, getting very angry.
"He went to uhh....college."
Billie Joe was enraged. Then, I saw a depressed looking Tre. Not wanting to bring up what happened earlier and wanting to enlighten him, I ran up and asked him if he wanted to play with the guys. He had practiced with them plenty of times and knew all of the songs. He agreed, very happily, and ran up to the guys. They played a bunch of songs, but at the end of the set, Billie Joe stopped and waited until the crowd stopped screaming.
"OK!," he screeched into the mike, "this song is dedicated to a very special someone to me. Her name is Nikki, and I love her with all my soul."
"Oh my God," I said to myself, "I can't believe he wrote a song for me."
Then his beautiful voice filled the crowded, lived-in, smoke-filled room.
"I wish I could tell you,
But the words would come out wrong.
Oh if you only knew,The way I've felt for so long.
I know that we're worlds apart,
But I just don't seem to care.
These feelings in my heart
Only with you I want to share.
The first time I caught a glimpse of you
Then my thoughts were only of you.
I hope that when time goes by,
You will think the same about me.
Many nights awake I lie,
I only wish that you could see.
I know that we're only friends,
I hope this feeling never ends.
If I could only hold you,
It's the only thing I want to do.
The first time I caught a glimpse of you,
Then my thoughts were only of you."
"Wow."
I was dumbstruck. Amazing, incredible words that meant he loved it that he was able to spill his heart out to me. It also made me feel so loved, and happy that someone in the world appreciated that I was close to them.
As he came off the stage I ran up to him and kissed him, for a long time. I hugged him and told him:
"I love you. Thank you so much for loving me back."
"It's not that hard to love you. You're all a guy could want." he said, smiling.
Tre walked off stage with an arm around a girl. She had straight black hair with the tips and two streaks in turquoise. She looked about five and a half feet tall and she was thin. She and Tre walked up to us and Tre began introducing her.
"Mike, Melissa, Melissa, Mike. Billie, Melissa, Melissa, Billie. Nikki, Melis-"
"Tre, we get the point." I smiled, as I shook her hand. She smiled and shook everyone's hands as saying 'Hello'. We then left the Gilman. Surprisingly, Tre nor any of the guys had wanted to stay to drink, smoke, or party. Everyone split up after a while. Tre, Melissa, and Mike went another way to Tre and Mike's apartment building. As Billie and I were walking on the sidewalk back to my place, Billie started squirming his legs together.
"Babe, what's the problem?" I asked, smiling slightly.
"I gotta piss hun." he said, still squirming.
"There's a tree right there. You're not too feminine to use a tree, are you? I mean I wouldn't, but men have an advantage if you know what I mean." And as I said the last bit, he took off to the tree. While he was pissing, I saw a figure about 30 feet in front of me, and it looked very familiar.
Billie Joe was taking a long time. As the person neared me, I realized who it was. Mark. I knew that every time I got near him I panicked, and sometimes when it got too bad (which was very often), I had a panic attack. When Mark saw it was me, he ran up to me and grabbed me, clasping a hand tightly over my mouth to stop me from screaming. He pulled out a pocket knife and held it up to my throat.
"You make one sound, I slash your throat."
And with that, he walked me back the way he had been coming, to a smelly old apartment that was infested with roaches and other disgusting insects. When he brought me there, he started undressing me. I knew what was happening. I didn't want it to happen, not again.
The more I tried to run to the door, the harder he gripped my arm and pulled me back. Then I heard my cell ring in the front pocket of the pile of my crumpled jeans in the corner of the room. My cell had a setting in which if you didn't answer it after 3 rings, and it wasn't on vibrate, it went on speaker. Billie Joe's voice rung through the room. It calmed me a little.
"Babe, where'd you go? Are you tricking me? You were the one who suggested the tree. Are you ok?" I screamed into the room, knowing the phone would pick it up.
Mark then went to my pocket and picked up my phone. He shut it off and threw it against the wall, where it cracked to pieces. Just then, I started breathing with sharp, quick breaths. I could barely breathe. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I collapsed.
