The best love she ever had, chapter 7
A week and a half later
,I>BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.[/i]
I wake up, hitting my alarm clock to shut it up.
I drag myself up and take a shower, still half asleep.
I get out and look at the clock.
'11:53 am'
"Oh shit! I'm going to be late to Billie's." I hurriedly pull some clothes on, grab my purse and run out the door.
I open the door to silence. I look into the kitchen, seeing Mike in an apron, oven mitts on and all.
He looks at me and waves. "Whatcha doing?" I ask.
"Cooking. Can't you tell?"
"Well you can go now, I'll try to make something out of the mess you call cooking." Mike smiles.
Mike unties his apron and kisses my cheek.
"Have fun." He says, rolling his eyes.
Once he's gone I grab the oven mitts and open the oven to see what he's cooking.
"Aww...cheese enchiladas." I thought, Mike was always so sweet.
I closed the oven and started trudging up the stairs to Billie's bedroom, making sure he was okay.
You see, the doctor's let us bring him home, but he had to be cared for 24/7 seeing as he was going to be too weak for several weeks to even walk.
I opened the door to his room.
"Billie boyoooo, how're you doing?" I said, smiling.
"Meh. Mike and I got in a fight."
"Ah well. 'Tis good then that I'm here now." I said, grabbing his coffee cup off the table next to his bed.
"It's always good that your here." He said, smiling.
I smiled back and went back downstairs to refill his coffee.
Later that night when I went to grab Billie's dinner plates, I open the door and see him sound asleep, some infomercial on TV in front of him.
I tiptoed in and kissed him on the cheek, grabbing the plates as I crept back out.
For the following 3 weeks, that was my life. I cared for Billie from 12pm to 12am, Mike doing the other twelve hours.
One night while I was making Billie's dinner I turn around to see him right in the doorway.
"Billie Joe! What are you doing? You could have hurt yourself for fuck's sake!" I say angrily.
"I'm sorry. I just can't stand it anymore. I'm tired of you waiting on me."
"I know, but your not well yet. Go back up and rest." I say, looking at his face.
"Only if you rest with me." He says, grinning.
"Ugh fine, let's go chicken legs." I pull him up the stairs one by one, finally reach his bedroom and lay him on the bed.
He pulls off his shirt, situating himself to lie down as I go around the other side, turning the TV off.
I sit on the edge of his bed, feeling more awkward as each second passes.
"Come on." He whispers, patting the empty spot next to him.
I lay down, putting my head on his shoulder, looking down at the cuts on his chest.
"I love you..." I hear Billie say.
"I...I love you too." I place my hand lightly on his chest and fall asleep.
3 months later
"Yo! Silly face!" I yell from the bathroom. "BILLIE JOE! YOUR GONNA BE LATE FOR PRACTICE!"
I hear a thud and run to find Billie Joe on the floor besides the bed.
"Slick." I said, giggling.
"Ehhh, i hate practice." Billie mumbles, grabbing my hand and standing up.
"No you don't, so hurry." I push Billie into the bathroom.
I kiss Billie goodbye and close the front door, turning around to silence.
I decide to phone Jen and see if she's up to a little shopping.
We go out to brunch and then to the mall.
I look at my phone. '1:05pm' A thought rushes to my mind, so I call up Rob.
"Hey, have you and the boy's eaten lunch yet?"
"No actually." Rob says from the other side.
"Okay, make sure they don't, I'll bring you all something, be there in 20." I say, closing my phone.
I rush into my car and drive off.
I get to the studio a few minutes later.
I have Jen help me with the food and walk into the studio.
The security guard sees me heading his way. "Hey Darlene!" He shouts.
"Hey Steve, you doing alright?"
"Ah yeah, I'm good. Billie was talking about you this morning." He said, laughing.
I giggle. "Those boys and their gossip."
Jen and I open the door to see the boy's sitting on the couch, Mike with his bass in his lap.
"DARLENE!" Billie yells, smiling.
I drop the food off on the table as Billie hugs me.
"Pfft I wish my girlfriend brought me lunch." Mike huffs.
I toss everyone a burger and fries and sit down.
"Now get fat." I say, giggling.
"Ew I was so nasty when I was fat." Billie says, a nauseous look appears on his face.
"Were not! You were so cuuuuute." I pinch his cheek.
We eat and talk for a while.
Realising I'm wasting their practice time, I get up and grab my purse.
"Alright, time for me to go, the faster I go the faster you all go home."
I hug Billie and head out the door, Jen following close behind.
"MMM CHICKEN!" Billie says, stepping into the kitchen.
"Chicken marscella, to be exact." I hug Billie and continue making salad.
"You're just trying to get me drunk. Anyways, guess what Mike brought in for the the studio!" Billie smile's and looks at me.
"Umm...whips and handcuff's?"
"Pfft we already have those. How else do you think we get Tre to sit down for a whole 3 minutes?" He continues.
"He got 4 laptops! So now when we are bored during breaks you and me can IM each other dirty words...or I can download porn." We both laugh.
"Ooooh what joy, for some reason that screams DRAMA to me, but oh well. Dinner is served!" I put his plate of food onto the kitchen table.
We eat and then head out of the kitchen, grabbing some tequila on the way.
After a few shots Billie turns on the stereo, 'Hear you me' by Jimmy Eat World being the first song to play.
Billie holds out his hand with a smile on his face.
"How long ago did you plan this?" I say, grabbing his hand.
He pulls me close, his hand's wrapping around my waist.
I put my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder as we slowly dance.
The next song comes on, 'The No Seatbelt Song' by Brand New.
As the chorus begins, Billie starts to lightly sing.
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.
As the song comes to a close Billie pulls me upstairs.
Finally reaching the bedroom I run my hands up his arms, feeling his warmth.
"Are you sure?" I hear Billie whisper.
I realise that, the entire 4 years I've known Billie Joe, and we've never gone this far.
I pull off his shirt, revealing the DAA that no longer looked like cuts, but tan scars.
I run my fingers across the letters, each letter sinking a little into his chest.
I love you too. More than you could possibly know.
"I'm sure." I whisper, pulling him over to the bed.
,I>BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.[/i]
I wake up, hitting my alarm clock to shut it up.
I drag myself up and take a shower, still half asleep.
I get out and look at the clock.
'11:53 am'
"Oh shit! I'm going to be late to Billie's." I hurriedly pull some clothes on, grab my purse and run out the door.
I open the door to silence. I look into the kitchen, seeing Mike in an apron, oven mitts on and all.
He looks at me and waves. "Whatcha doing?" I ask.
"Cooking. Can't you tell?"
"Well you can go now, I'll try to make something out of the mess you call cooking." Mike smiles.
Mike unties his apron and kisses my cheek.
"Have fun." He says, rolling his eyes.
Once he's gone I grab the oven mitts and open the oven to see what he's cooking.
"Aww...cheese enchiladas." I thought, Mike was always so sweet.
I closed the oven and started trudging up the stairs to Billie's bedroom, making sure he was okay.
You see, the doctor's let us bring him home, but he had to be cared for 24/7 seeing as he was going to be too weak for several weeks to even walk.
I opened the door to his room.
"Billie boyoooo, how're you doing?" I said, smiling.
"Meh. Mike and I got in a fight."
"Ah well. 'Tis good then that I'm here now." I said, grabbing his coffee cup off the table next to his bed.
"It's always good that your here." He said, smiling.
I smiled back and went back downstairs to refill his coffee.
Later that night when I went to grab Billie's dinner plates, I open the door and see him sound asleep, some infomercial on TV in front of him.
I tiptoed in and kissed him on the cheek, grabbing the plates as I crept back out.
For the following 3 weeks, that was my life. I cared for Billie from 12pm to 12am, Mike doing the other twelve hours.
One night while I was making Billie's dinner I turn around to see him right in the doorway.
"Billie Joe! What are you doing? You could have hurt yourself for fuck's sake!" I say angrily.
"I'm sorry. I just can't stand it anymore. I'm tired of you waiting on me."
"I know, but your not well yet. Go back up and rest." I say, looking at his face.
"Only if you rest with me." He says, grinning.
"Ugh fine, let's go chicken legs." I pull him up the stairs one by one, finally reach his bedroom and lay him on the bed.
He pulls off his shirt, situating himself to lie down as I go around the other side, turning the TV off.
I sit on the edge of his bed, feeling more awkward as each second passes.
"Come on." He whispers, patting the empty spot next to him.
I lay down, putting my head on his shoulder, looking down at the cuts on his chest.
"I love you..." I hear Billie say.
"I...I love you too." I place my hand lightly on his chest and fall asleep.
3 months later
"Yo! Silly face!" I yell from the bathroom. "BILLIE JOE! YOUR GONNA BE LATE FOR PRACTICE!"
I hear a thud and run to find Billie Joe on the floor besides the bed.
"Slick." I said, giggling.
"Ehhh, i hate practice." Billie mumbles, grabbing my hand and standing up.
"No you don't, so hurry." I push Billie into the bathroom.
I kiss Billie goodbye and close the front door, turning around to silence.
I decide to phone Jen and see if she's up to a little shopping.
We go out to brunch and then to the mall.
I look at my phone. '1:05pm' A thought rushes to my mind, so I call up Rob.
"Hey, have you and the boy's eaten lunch yet?"
"No actually." Rob says from the other side.
"Okay, make sure they don't, I'll bring you all something, be there in 20." I say, closing my phone.
I rush into my car and drive off.
I get to the studio a few minutes later.
I have Jen help me with the food and walk into the studio.
The security guard sees me heading his way. "Hey Darlene!" He shouts.
"Hey Steve, you doing alright?"
"Ah yeah, I'm good. Billie was talking about you this morning." He said, laughing.
I giggle. "Those boys and their gossip."
Jen and I open the door to see the boy's sitting on the couch, Mike with his bass in his lap.
"DARLENE!" Billie yells, smiling.
I drop the food off on the table as Billie hugs me.
"Pfft I wish my girlfriend brought me lunch." Mike huffs.
I toss everyone a burger and fries and sit down.
"Now get fat." I say, giggling.
"Ew I was so nasty when I was fat." Billie says, a nauseous look appears on his face.
"Were not! You were so cuuuuute." I pinch his cheek.
We eat and talk for a while.
Realising I'm wasting their practice time, I get up and grab my purse.
"Alright, time for me to go, the faster I go the faster you all go home."
I hug Billie and head out the door, Jen following close behind.
"MMM CHICKEN!" Billie says, stepping into the kitchen.
"Chicken marscella, to be exact." I hug Billie and continue making salad.
"You're just trying to get me drunk. Anyways, guess what Mike brought in for the the studio!" Billie smile's and looks at me.
"Umm...whips and handcuff's?"
"Pfft we already have those. How else do you think we get Tre to sit down for a whole 3 minutes?" He continues.
"He got 4 laptops! So now when we are bored during breaks you and me can IM each other dirty words...or I can download porn." We both laugh.
"Ooooh what joy, for some reason that screams DRAMA to me, but oh well. Dinner is served!" I put his plate of food onto the kitchen table.
We eat and then head out of the kitchen, grabbing some tequila on the way.
After a few shots Billie turns on the stereo, 'Hear you me' by Jimmy Eat World being the first song to play.
Billie holds out his hand with a smile on his face.
"How long ago did you plan this?" I say, grabbing his hand.
He pulls me close, his hand's wrapping around my waist.
I put my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder as we slowly dance.
The next song comes on, 'The No Seatbelt Song' by Brand New.
As the chorus begins, Billie starts to lightly sing.
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.
As the song comes to a close Billie pulls me upstairs.
Finally reaching the bedroom I run my hands up his arms, feeling his warmth.
"Are you sure?" I hear Billie whisper.
I realise that, the entire 4 years I've known Billie Joe, and we've never gone this far.
I pull off his shirt, revealing the DAA that no longer looked like cuts, but tan scars.
I run my fingers across the letters, each letter sinking a little into his chest.
I love you too. More than you could possibly know.
"I'm sure." I whisper, pulling him over to the bed.
