"Hi, I'm Your Neighbour.", chapter 9
*Billie Joe's POV*
"Last night was NOT the shiznit. He thought. It hurt like hell. But, no pain now. Well, my eye hurts a little and I have headache. Big whoop. And she's so caring, the first thing she did was take care of me and ask who did it. I just didn't want her to hear who it was, because I thought it'd hurt her, or usually when she's too close to him, hears his voice or name, she gets a panic attack. Thank God she was ok with it this time."
Just then, the lyrics popped into his head. He kept running them over and over in his head. He ran down the hall to Nikki and tapped on her shoulder, still running the meaningful words over and over in his head so as to remember them. She jumped, not expecting to see him.
"Hey. Good morning. Are you feeling OK?" she asked.
"Yeah I'm fine. Do you have a notebook or some paper?" he quickly asked.
"Umm...yeah. Hold on."
She went to her room and went to the night stand, pulling the drawer open. Pulling out a thick pad of paper, she said:
"Just don't use too much. It was expensive and it's for sketching purposes only. I'm letting you use 'cause you're special. Usually if anyone uses this, they get their ass kicked."
He took the paper packet and ran into the study, where he found a pen on the desk. He wrote the words down before they left his mind for good:
"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."
"Perfect." he thought.
He tore his page out, folded it up, and then stuck it in his back pocket. As he was walking back out to find his girlfriend to give her back the pad, he stopped suddenly. He remembered that she said it was for sketching. She was into music and art? He never knew about this. He shrugged it off and took it back to her.
"Thanks." she said, taking it and putting it back in the night stand. He decided to ask her about her sketching.
"Hey hun?"
"Yeah babe?"
"You said that paper was for sketching. Can I see some of your stuff?" he asked, curious as to if she was good or not.
"Umm...I don't think I saved any of my older stuff. I could do one right now, really quick?" she said, she really didn't care. It was like counting to her. Simple as pie.
"Please?"
"Okay. Let me get the packet again..." she said, walking off back to her room. She came back in the living room with the paper and told him to sit down on the couch and keep still.
"Can I breathe?" he asked, before getting into position.
"Yes you can breathe. A lot of people think you have to stop breathing or it'll fuck it up. It's really not that hard to get you if you breathe, breathing is a small movement that can't be that detected easily. If you're Tre, and think you can run around whilst being drawn, it's not gonna happen." she laughed.
"Yeah." he laughed as he sat down, got comfortable, and stayed in his position while she drew on and on.
It took her about 5 minutes until she stopped and looked up at him, making any last changes.
"Done." she said. It seemed a little too fast. Maybe she wasn't good, maybe she just wanted to get it over with. She handed the pad to him and he looked at the cover page and was amazed. She was incredible. She got the angles perfectly, and his hair down to the last strand looked exact. His eyes, lips, nose, nose ring, hair, everything just looked so...real. Yet in black and white pencil.
"Wow. This is fan-fucking-tastic. Where did you learn to do this?" he asked, bewildered.
"Well, when I was about 9 my cousin Theresa drew a sunset with palm trees and everything. I memorized it, and after a while, I suddenly remembered it and tried to draw it. I was really good at it, so at recess and during class, I always doodled, drew my famous islands, or did some kind of tropical flower. I started drawing people when I was 10." she told him.
"Y'know," he said, "if you don't make it in the music department, which you probably will, this could be something to fall back on. In fact, a few hours away from here, there's an art school. You should go." he suggested.
"Maybe...I'll think about it. Let's watch TV. Maybe Beavis and Butt-Head is on?" I wondered aloud. We turned the TV on to find, as I predicted, Beavis and Butt-Head. Then, my phone started to ring. I flipped it open and heard one of Billie's buddies, Tre, talking to me.
"Hey. Do you like getting REALLY zippy and bouncing off walls like me?" he asked.
"YES!!! I've done it a million times, it's my favorite thing to do." I answered, curious as to what he was thinking of doing.
"Then you need to come with me to Starbucks. I was talking to one of my friends and he mentioned something like an Orange Mocha Frappuccino, and I wanna try it. Come with me?"
"YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO ASK!!!" I said excitedly, and quickly got ready.
Black tank top, black jeans, studded belt, the goods. Once I was ready I told Billie Joe where I was going, pecked him on the cheek, and left. I was walking to Tre's, I remembered something. Shit, I thought. My parents aren't out tonight, I forgot. They're on business vacation. So I called Billie and told him not to worry, they'd be back next month. I finally got to Tre's building and knocked on his door.
"Hey Nick."
"Yo homey." I said, acting like a rapper. He laughed and we walked on. We walked until we got to Starbucks. On the way there, we talked about things like music, food, and how we like to go nuts. In a way, you could say I was all of the guys; Tre, Billie, Mike; all in one, but as a female. I acted like every one of them, like Tre mostly.
We got there and ordered our 'Orange Mocha Frappuccinos' and sat down at a table. At the first sip, we were addicted and hyper--hyper like never before. After a while though, we decided to save half of it and put it in our refrigerators to save when we got home. We were sitting there talking and all of a sudden, Tre started squirming in his seat.
"Tre. Chill. Sit and relax." I slowly, a little sternly.
"It's uncomfortable!" he said, like a four year old. That's my Tre.
"So what! Chill."
All of a sudden, he lost balance a bit lurched forward, our lips touching. Since we were sitting in high-up chairs, that's why it happened like that. When he sat back down and situated himself, I asked him:
"That was on purpose, wasn't it?"
"Last night was NOT the shiznit. He thought. It hurt like hell. But, no pain now. Well, my eye hurts a little and I have headache. Big whoop. And she's so caring, the first thing she did was take care of me and ask who did it. I just didn't want her to hear who it was, because I thought it'd hurt her, or usually when she's too close to him, hears his voice or name, she gets a panic attack. Thank God she was ok with it this time."
Just then, the lyrics popped into his head. He kept running them over and over in his head. He ran down the hall to Nikki and tapped on her shoulder, still running the meaningful words over and over in his head so as to remember them. She jumped, not expecting to see him.
"Hey. Good morning. Are you feeling OK?" she asked.
"Yeah I'm fine. Do you have a notebook or some paper?" he quickly asked.
"Umm...yeah. Hold on."
She went to her room and went to the night stand, pulling the drawer open. Pulling out a thick pad of paper, she said:
"Just don't use too much. It was expensive and it's for sketching purposes only. I'm letting you use 'cause you're special. Usually if anyone uses this, they get their ass kicked."
He took the paper packet and ran into the study, where he found a pen on the desk. He wrote the words down before they left his mind for good:
"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."
"Perfect." he thought.
He tore his page out, folded it up, and then stuck it in his back pocket. As he was walking back out to find his girlfriend to give her back the pad, he stopped suddenly. He remembered that she said it was for sketching. She was into music and art? He never knew about this. He shrugged it off and took it back to her.
"Thanks." she said, taking it and putting it back in the night stand. He decided to ask her about her sketching.
"Hey hun?"
"Yeah babe?"
"You said that paper was for sketching. Can I see some of your stuff?" he asked, curious as to if she was good or not.
"Umm...I don't think I saved any of my older stuff. I could do one right now, really quick?" she said, she really didn't care. It was like counting to her. Simple as pie.
"Please?"
"Okay. Let me get the packet again..." she said, walking off back to her room. She came back in the living room with the paper and told him to sit down on the couch and keep still.
"Can I breathe?" he asked, before getting into position.
"Yes you can breathe. A lot of people think you have to stop breathing or it'll fuck it up. It's really not that hard to get you if you breathe, breathing is a small movement that can't be that detected easily. If you're Tre, and think you can run around whilst being drawn, it's not gonna happen." she laughed.
"Yeah." he laughed as he sat down, got comfortable, and stayed in his position while she drew on and on.
It took her about 5 minutes until she stopped and looked up at him, making any last changes.
"Done." she said. It seemed a little too fast. Maybe she wasn't good, maybe she just wanted to get it over with. She handed the pad to him and he looked at the cover page and was amazed. She was incredible. She got the angles perfectly, and his hair down to the last strand looked exact. His eyes, lips, nose, nose ring, hair, everything just looked so...real. Yet in black and white pencil.
"Wow. This is fan-fucking-tastic. Where did you learn to do this?" he asked, bewildered.
"Well, when I was about 9 my cousin Theresa drew a sunset with palm trees and everything. I memorized it, and after a while, I suddenly remembered it and tried to draw it. I was really good at it, so at recess and during class, I always doodled, drew my famous islands, or did some kind of tropical flower. I started drawing people when I was 10." she told him.
"Y'know," he said, "if you don't make it in the music department, which you probably will, this could be something to fall back on. In fact, a few hours away from here, there's an art school. You should go." he suggested.
"Maybe...I'll think about it. Let's watch TV. Maybe Beavis and Butt-Head is on?" I wondered aloud. We turned the TV on to find, as I predicted, Beavis and Butt-Head. Then, my phone started to ring. I flipped it open and heard one of Billie's buddies, Tre, talking to me.
"Hey. Do you like getting REALLY zippy and bouncing off walls like me?" he asked.
"YES!!! I've done it a million times, it's my favorite thing to do." I answered, curious as to what he was thinking of doing.
"Then you need to come with me to Starbucks. I was talking to one of my friends and he mentioned something like an Orange Mocha Frappuccino, and I wanna try it. Come with me?"
"YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO ASK!!!" I said excitedly, and quickly got ready.
Black tank top, black jeans, studded belt, the goods. Once I was ready I told Billie Joe where I was going, pecked him on the cheek, and left. I was walking to Tre's, I remembered something. Shit, I thought. My parents aren't out tonight, I forgot. They're on business vacation. So I called Billie and told him not to worry, they'd be back next month. I finally got to Tre's building and knocked on his door.
"Hey Nick."
"Yo homey." I said, acting like a rapper. He laughed and we walked on. We walked until we got to Starbucks. On the way there, we talked about things like music, food, and how we like to go nuts. In a way, you could say I was all of the guys; Tre, Billie, Mike; all in one, but as a female. I acted like every one of them, like Tre mostly.
We got there and ordered our 'Orange Mocha Frappuccinos' and sat down at a table. At the first sip, we were addicted and hyper--hyper like never before. After a while though, we decided to save half of it and put it in our refrigerators to save when we got home. We were sitting there talking and all of a sudden, Tre started squirming in his seat.
"Tre. Chill. Sit and relax." I slowly, a little sternly.
"It's uncomfortable!" he said, like a four year old. That's my Tre.
"So what! Chill."
All of a sudden, he lost balance a bit lurched forward, our lips touching. Since we were sitting in high-up chairs, that's why it happened like that. When he sat back down and situated himself, I asked him:
"That was on purpose, wasn't it?"
