"Hi, I'm Your Neighbour.", chapter 18
"Billie Joe, we can't do this."
My voice was the only heard after we pulled away. I knew I had wanted this kiss for years and years, but now that I'd finally got it I felt a little guilty. Ethan was the guy I loved and would spend the rest of my life together with, and I couldn't put a stop to that to run off with Billie. I couldn't run off with Billie, he had a wife and two kids, just as I had. Except for the wife part...
Or maybe it was Billie Joe I belonged with all along. Maybe Ethan was just the other person I loved, not the person I'd always wanted to be with.
No. Billie Joe was that person.
Yes. Ethan was just...the person I did love, just not as much as Billie Joe. I loved Billie Joe with all my heart, and I'm not going to try and deny it so I can stay with my life now. I need to talk to Ethan...
"What's worrying you?" he asked.
We had already started walking home.
"N-nothing...is, wrong." I staggered over my words.
"Bull," he sang, "tell me what's wrong. Why can't you?"
"Because you're involved."
. . .
He put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me in. I grimaced, and he let go a bit.
"I'm sorry-"
"It's alright."
We walked until getting home, then finally I saw Ethan. He ran over to me and hugged me tightly, asking me the 20 questions. Of course. I hugged him back and when I let him go I looked at him.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I just need a little rest..."
"Okee dokee then." he said, and then picked my up, and carried me in his arms, like a groom carrying the bride. He laid me down on our bed and I giggled a little. He left the room and I just laid there, staring at the ceiling. My cell phone on the nightstand rang.
I picked it up and read the screen.
CELLULAR CALL
NATALIE H
555-6927
Who in the hell could this be? Wait..no fucking way...no way...NAT?!
"Hello?"
"Hi, is North there?"
"Dude. Nobody calls me North but you."
"Holy shit!! How've you been?"
"Eh, I've been better, you?"
"Great. So, can I ask you a question?"
"Um sure."
"Where do you live?"
. . .
"Why?"
"Just tell me damnit!"
"Alright! Alright! 180 Clairmont Avenue."
"Ok." she said.
"Listen, North, I've got to go, I'll you later."
"Mmkay, bye Nat."
"Bye."
"Lovesh you."
"Lovesh you too."
You see, we considered each other sisters. Twin sisters, in fact. We've never really met, we just met on this one awesome website, GSB, and ever since we've been close as twins. She calls me sometimes, and right now was the perfect time to call. I rested my eyes a bit and when I was just about to fall asleep, the doorbell rang.
"Mmph!" I grumbled loudly. The banging grew louder. I walked to the door and opened and it, to see someone I saw too familiarly from photos.
"You bitch." I laughed, and grabbed her in for a hug.
Twas Nat, my twin sister. She looked at my busted up face.
"What happened, Bitch?"
We joke around and call each other Bitch, Weirdo, etc. It's a sister thing, bitch. :D
"It's a long story, I'll tell you later. You do have bags, right?"
"Excuse me?"
"Not your ass nor eyes, luggage, idiot."
"Oh. Yes, I do. Thank you, kind sir."
"Don't say that or we will have identical faces."
"Shutting up, now."
"Thank you ma'am."
The twins ran in.
"O, what we wish to be." I said like a dramatic old English play or something.
"Those are...yours?"
"Yes'm. Guess who I," I gulped, "married?" I said quietly.
"Who?"
"Ethan, Bitch."
"Sweet. So you to fucked so hard you made two at the same time?"
I blushed.
"They are 5, Natalie."
"Sorry."
"Mmhm. And no, it's not how hard you fuck. I just wish you had someone to fuck..."
She looked at me, shocked.
"It so happens I...don't. Shit."
"I win!" I said.
"So...can we like unload my bags?" she said comically.
"Yeah, go get 'em."
She looked at me like I was wild.
"Just kidding. BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!"
I screamed into the house. I could just imagine everyone grimacing. I'm evil like that.
"Yes ma'am!" he said, reaching the bottom step.
Nat was white as a sheet and stiff, not expecting to see my ex-boyfriend. Point is-she never knew he was my ex-boyfriend. No one did.
"H-he...I-I" she stuttered.
"Nat, I will explain later just let him get your bags. He's my bitch."
"Billie Joe Armstrong is your bitch?
"Yes, Natalie, he is my bitch. By the way, you've been standing there long enough your bags are in the room. Second room in the guest hallway."
"Yeah, I noticed by the size of your home outside you are filthy stinking rich. How?"
"My little secret." I said quietly, but still giggling.
"Damn. Billie Joe Armstrong your bitch..." she said, walking to her room.
"Oh, Tré is too."
Her mouth hung wide open. I nodded. For the rest of the night, I helped her unpack and we talked for a few hours. When I looked at the clock, it was about 4 AM. I told Nat it was late and said goodnight.
"Goodnight."
"Night."
"You still my Bitch?"
"Yeah." she laughed.
I left her room and went to mine, pulling back the covers and slipping in next to Ethan. He was passed out, and as you could probably guess, snoring. I giggled softly and then turned over and closed my eyes, trying to get to sleep as hard as I could. I was so excited Nat had found me. Ugh, I need to sleep. Tomorrow will be awesome, I can't wait!
Goodnight.
My voice was the only heard after we pulled away. I knew I had wanted this kiss for years and years, but now that I'd finally got it I felt a little guilty. Ethan was the guy I loved and would spend the rest of my life together with, and I couldn't put a stop to that to run off with Billie. I couldn't run off with Billie, he had a wife and two kids, just as I had. Except for the wife part...
Or maybe it was Billie Joe I belonged with all along. Maybe Ethan was just the other person I loved, not the person I'd always wanted to be with.
No. Billie Joe was that person.
Yes. Ethan was just...the person I did love, just not as much as Billie Joe. I loved Billie Joe with all my heart, and I'm not going to try and deny it so I can stay with my life now. I need to talk to Ethan...
"What's worrying you?" he asked.
We had already started walking home.
"N-nothing...is, wrong." I staggered over my words.
"Bull," he sang, "tell me what's wrong. Why can't you?"
"Because you're involved."
. . .
He put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me in. I grimaced, and he let go a bit.
"I'm sorry-"
"It's alright."
We walked until getting home, then finally I saw Ethan. He ran over to me and hugged me tightly, asking me the 20 questions. Of course. I hugged him back and when I let him go I looked at him.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I just need a little rest..."
"Okee dokee then." he said, and then picked my up, and carried me in his arms, like a groom carrying the bride. He laid me down on our bed and I giggled a little. He left the room and I just laid there, staring at the ceiling. My cell phone on the nightstand rang.
I picked it up and read the screen.
CELLULAR CALL
NATALIE H
555-6927
Who in the hell could this be? Wait..no fucking way...no way...NAT?!
"Hello?"
"Hi, is North there?"
"Dude. Nobody calls me North but you."
"Holy shit!! How've you been?"
"Eh, I've been better, you?"
"Great. So, can I ask you a question?"
"Um sure."
"Where do you live?"
. . .
"Why?"
"Just tell me damnit!"
"Alright! Alright! 180 Clairmont Avenue."
"Ok." she said.
"Listen, North, I've got to go, I'll you later."
"Mmkay, bye Nat."
"Bye."
"Lovesh you."
"Lovesh you too."
You see, we considered each other sisters. Twin sisters, in fact. We've never really met, we just met on this one awesome website, GSB, and ever since we've been close as twins. She calls me sometimes, and right now was the perfect time to call. I rested my eyes a bit and when I was just about to fall asleep, the doorbell rang.
"Mmph!" I grumbled loudly. The banging grew louder. I walked to the door and opened and it, to see someone I saw too familiarly from photos.
"You bitch." I laughed, and grabbed her in for a hug.
Twas Nat, my twin sister. She looked at my busted up face.
"What happened, Bitch?"
We joke around and call each other Bitch, Weirdo, etc. It's a sister thing, bitch. :D
"It's a long story, I'll tell you later. You do have bags, right?"
"Excuse me?"
"Not your ass nor eyes, luggage, idiot."
"Oh. Yes, I do. Thank you, kind sir."
"Don't say that or we will have identical faces."
"Shutting up, now."
"Thank you ma'am."
The twins ran in.
"O, what we wish to be." I said like a dramatic old English play or something.
"Those are...yours?"
"Yes'm. Guess who I," I gulped, "married?" I said quietly.
"Who?"
"Ethan, Bitch."
"Sweet. So you to fucked so hard you made two at the same time?"
I blushed.
"They are 5, Natalie."
"Sorry."
"Mmhm. And no, it's not how hard you fuck. I just wish you had someone to fuck..."
She looked at me, shocked.
"It so happens I...don't. Shit."
"I win!" I said.
"So...can we like unload my bags?" she said comically.
"Yeah, go get 'em."
She looked at me like I was wild.
"Just kidding. BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!"
I screamed into the house. I could just imagine everyone grimacing. I'm evil like that.
"Yes ma'am!" he said, reaching the bottom step.
Nat was white as a sheet and stiff, not expecting to see my ex-boyfriend. Point is-she never knew he was my ex-boyfriend. No one did.
"H-he...I-I" she stuttered.
"Nat, I will explain later just let him get your bags. He's my bitch."
"Billie Joe Armstrong is your bitch?
"Yes, Natalie, he is my bitch. By the way, you've been standing there long enough your bags are in the room. Second room in the guest hallway."
"Yeah, I noticed by the size of your home outside you are filthy stinking rich. How?"
"My little secret." I said quietly, but still giggling.
"Damn. Billie Joe Armstrong your bitch..." she said, walking to her room.
"Oh, Tré is too."
Her mouth hung wide open. I nodded. For the rest of the night, I helped her unpack and we talked for a few hours. When I looked at the clock, it was about 4 AM. I told Nat it was late and said goodnight.
"Goodnight."
"Night."
"You still my Bitch?"
"Yeah." she laughed.
I left her room and went to mine, pulling back the covers and slipping in next to Ethan. He was passed out, and as you could probably guess, snoring. I giggled softly and then turned over and closed my eyes, trying to get to sleep as hard as I could. I was so excited Nat had found me. Ugh, I need to sleep. Tomorrow will be awesome, I can't wait!
Goodnight.
