"Hi, I'm Your Neighbour.", chapter 8
That was so many years ago. To be exact, four years ago. I'm now 15 and in high school with my best friends in the world, Nichole, Billie Joe, and Mike. Ethan and have I drifted apart in the last few years and eventually just ended up emailing each other every once in a while. Billie Joe and Mike met someone whose name is John, but they call him Al Sobrante for some reason, and he's now the drummer of the band they formed.
Oh, yeah, Billie Joe and Mike have an awesome band now. As they grew up, they sounded better and better and got new ideas. Their band name is Sweet Children, the exact opposite of what they are. Haha. I sometimes play guitar for their band. They're pretty damn awesome though. Whoa-what the hell was that? There was a bang, and the door slammed open! Let me see who just decided to burst in right now.
"Umm....hello?" I called through the hallway.
When I got in view of the person who had barged in, I gasped. What the fuck happened to him? Billie Joe was standing there, black eye, bloody nose, and his lip was bleeding.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened?" I asked, running over to help him walk. He could barely walk, he was limping.
"Fight...with...guy..." he mumbled, this was scaring me. He was out of breath, mumbling like he was insane, and this hurt? And he had a fight with a guy? If so, who the hell was this guy to fuck with Billie Joe?
"Who was the guy, Bill? Come on, you have to tell me." I said as I slowly got him over to the couch. My parents were, as usual, out for the night and wouldn't be back for a long time.
"You don't...like the name...or the guy..." he breathed.
"Whether I like the mother fucker or not tell me who it is Billie Joe."
He coughed, then told me the name I dreaded. "Mark." he gasped.
"Oh, God. OK, I'm not going to make you say anything else, you're exhausted. Let me take you to the guest room and-"
"No...I wanna stay with you...in your room..." he breathed.
"That's fine...okay but let me clean you up before we sleep, okay?" I asked gently.
He nodded before I helped him up and into the bathroom. By the time I had turned the water on, he had regained his composure and was able to talk perfectly. As I was trying to wipe the blood off his face with a wet washcloth, he started to talk to me.
"I just...every time I think about what he did to you...I feel like strangling him. I can't stand the bastard, Nick, I just can't." he said, with a little rage and a little love in his voice. And what BJ is talking about...what Mark did to me...rape. Nobody knew except the people who found me, Billie Joe and Mike, when it happened. OK, I don't wanna talk about it. Enough of that.
"Billie Joe, just rest yourself you'll thank me for it later." I pleaded.
"But I love you. And you know what I was out there for tonight?" he questioned
me.
"Billie, don't strain yourself."
But before I could say 'please' he pulled out a small box, and something was jingling in it. Yes, Billie loved me and I loved him, and we were boyfriend girlfriend. Hey, like I said years ago. Anyways, this box was long and narrow and black and had something jingling inside it...
"Billie...please don't tell me I'm why this happened?" I sobbed.
He opened it up, and there was the most amazing little gift he could've given me. He knew that I loved being with him, and that I loved music. Inside the box was a beautiful bracelet with 9 nine guitars linked together, and on the back of the last one it said I'll love you always. Billie Joe . I loved it. It was adorable. But, because he was out getting this for me, he had gotten hurt, and badly.
"Oh, Billie you didn't have to!" I said as I pulled him into a tight hug.
"But I wanted to. I love you, you love me, and I know what you love. I combined those three things, and, viola." he said, with the french accent. He was right. Music and Billie Joe were my life.
"I love you too." I replied, and then finished cleaning him up, and we went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up with Billie Joe's arms wrapped around me. Without disturbing him, I slipped out of my bed and went into the kitchen to find my cell phone wiggling on the counter. If there's a problem, I set it on vibrate. I picked it up and Mike's voice picked up on the other end.
"Hey!" he said, quickly. He sounded panicky.
"Hi. Is there a problem?" I asked him.
"Yeah. I can't find Billie Joe. I've been driving around town and everything. You seen him?"
"Mike, calm down, he's with me. He had quite some trouble last night."
"Oh...what happened?" he asked, worried about his friend.
"He got in a fight with you-know-who last night." I said, looking down at my wrist where my new bracelet was nicely placed.
"Oh. Is he ok?"
"Yeah, he's fine. Umm...his only problems are he's got a black eye and was limping. Last night his nose was bleeding and his lip." I said.
"Ahh shit." he said. "I always hated that guy. Now I hate twice as much, if that's even possible I could hate him any more."
"Yeah. Thanks for the support. Anyways, he's bound to wake up any moment so I guess I'll let you go." We said our goodbyes and hung up.
Crazy night. Now shall we see how crazy our day will be?
Oh, yeah, Billie Joe and Mike have an awesome band now. As they grew up, they sounded better and better and got new ideas. Their band name is Sweet Children, the exact opposite of what they are. Haha. I sometimes play guitar for their band. They're pretty damn awesome though. Whoa-what the hell was that? There was a bang, and the door slammed open! Let me see who just decided to burst in right now.
"Umm....hello?" I called through the hallway.
When I got in view of the person who had barged in, I gasped. What the fuck happened to him? Billie Joe was standing there, black eye, bloody nose, and his lip was bleeding.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened?" I asked, running over to help him walk. He could barely walk, he was limping.
"Fight...with...guy..." he mumbled, this was scaring me. He was out of breath, mumbling like he was insane, and this hurt? And he had a fight with a guy? If so, who the hell was this guy to fuck with Billie Joe?
"Who was the guy, Bill? Come on, you have to tell me." I said as I slowly got him over to the couch. My parents were, as usual, out for the night and wouldn't be back for a long time.
"You don't...like the name...or the guy..." he breathed.
"Whether I like the mother fucker or not tell me who it is Billie Joe."
He coughed, then told me the name I dreaded. "Mark." he gasped.
"Oh, God. OK, I'm not going to make you say anything else, you're exhausted. Let me take you to the guest room and-"
"No...I wanna stay with you...in your room..." he breathed.
"That's fine...okay but let me clean you up before we sleep, okay?" I asked gently.
He nodded before I helped him up and into the bathroom. By the time I had turned the water on, he had regained his composure and was able to talk perfectly. As I was trying to wipe the blood off his face with a wet washcloth, he started to talk to me.
"I just...every time I think about what he did to you...I feel like strangling him. I can't stand the bastard, Nick, I just can't." he said, with a little rage and a little love in his voice. And what BJ is talking about...what Mark did to me...rape. Nobody knew except the people who found me, Billie Joe and Mike, when it happened. OK, I don't wanna talk about it. Enough of that.
"Billie Joe, just rest yourself you'll thank me for it later." I pleaded.
"But I love you. And you know what I was out there for tonight?" he questioned
me.
"Billie, don't strain yourself."
But before I could say 'please' he pulled out a small box, and something was jingling in it. Yes, Billie loved me and I loved him, and we were boyfriend girlfriend. Hey, like I said years ago. Anyways, this box was long and narrow and black and had something jingling inside it...
"Billie...please don't tell me I'm why this happened?" I sobbed.
He opened it up, and there was the most amazing little gift he could've given me. He knew that I loved being with him, and that I loved music. Inside the box was a beautiful bracelet with 9 nine guitars linked together, and on the back of the last one it said I'll love you always. Billie Joe . I loved it. It was adorable. But, because he was out getting this for me, he had gotten hurt, and badly.
"Oh, Billie you didn't have to!" I said as I pulled him into a tight hug.
"But I wanted to. I love you, you love me, and I know what you love. I combined those three things, and, viola." he said, with the french accent. He was right. Music and Billie Joe were my life.
"I love you too." I replied, and then finished cleaning him up, and we went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up with Billie Joe's arms wrapped around me. Without disturbing him, I slipped out of my bed and went into the kitchen to find my cell phone wiggling on the counter. If there's a problem, I set it on vibrate. I picked it up and Mike's voice picked up on the other end.
"Hey!" he said, quickly. He sounded panicky.
"Hi. Is there a problem?" I asked him.
"Yeah. I can't find Billie Joe. I've been driving around town and everything. You seen him?"
"Mike, calm down, he's with me. He had quite some trouble last night."
"Oh...what happened?" he asked, worried about his friend.
"He got in a fight with you-know-who last night." I said, looking down at my wrist where my new bracelet was nicely placed.
"Oh. Is he ok?"
"Yeah, he's fine. Umm...his only problems are he's got a black eye and was limping. Last night his nose was bleeding and his lip." I said.
"Ahh shit." he said. "I always hated that guy. Now I hate twice as much, if that's even possible I could hate him any more."
"Yeah. Thanks for the support. Anyways, he's bound to wake up any moment so I guess I'll let you go." We said our goodbyes and hung up.
Crazy night. Now shall we see how crazy our day will be?
