Fight for your Right, chapter 7
It was Saturday. I looked over at my clock, which read ten twenty-three. I rolled out of bed and walked downstairs to get a glass of water, when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Mel, Mike called me and told me that Billie's guitar is gone," Tiffany said quickly.
I was half asleep, so things were only making half sense, "Uhh..yeah, wait. Mike? Called you?"
"Yeah, he said he didn't know your number, and mine was in the phone book. Anyways, he said Billie's guitar is gone. And he's a wreck!"
"Well why doesnt Mike come and sooth his friend," I said, deciding not to tell her about Billie's guitar. I figured the less people that knew, the better.
"Because Mike's on his way to Washington for the weekend, won't be back until Tuesday. That's why I called. Thats why he called me."
"Why would I care if Mike's on his way to Washington?" I said glancing at the note from mom that said she was out grocery shopping, and was stopping at Anita's place so it would be a while. And that Erin was at grandma's, of course. I think mom's avoiding me.....
"Because if Mike was here, he would go to Mike's right now. Mike's one of his few friends that new Billie's dad before he died. Mike, me and you. And now, well, your his closest friend-"
"I am not Billies friend!!!! What is it with you people!!! We. Hate. Each. OTHER." I was starting to get annoyed! First Mike thinks that me and Billie are talking to each other, now Tiffany thinks I'm Billies shoulder to cry on!! "And besides! There's always you!"
"But you're right across the street. I'm just saying, he might come to your place. The guitar was from his dad, remember?" she said quietly. Her mom was probably there, she was really nosy.
I was immediately hit with guilt. I had completely forgotten about that. He must feel horrible. But there was no going back now.
"He wouldn't come to my place Tiff. I just don't see it happening," I said getting a bowl of cereal out.
"Fine, believe what you like. But just think of how he feels when he knocks on your door."
"Whatever, talk to you tomorrow."
"Bye."
I hung up, and got some milk for my cereal. Billie wouldn't come to my house, would he?
I had a pair of PJ pants on, and an old black shirt. I walked to the living room with my cereal and sat down on the couch and turned on the tv, yet again. I turned it to cartoon network to Ed Edd and Eddy, that was the only cartoon network show I liked. I kept thinking about what Tiff had said. Would he come over to my house? No. Why would he do that? He's got friends. He could go to that Kyle person's place.
Just out of curiosity, I got up and looked out the window. And to my surprise (for some reason) Billie was sitting on the porch. Face in his hands. One of his sisters came out and sat next to him. She seemed to just say something to him, but he didn't reply. She got up and drove away somewhere.
Then he looked up, I flipped around out of the view of the window. 'Please tell me he didn't see me, please tell me he didnt see me, please tell me he didnt see me.' I cautiously looked out the window again...and he wasn't there.
Then someone knocked on the door and it scared the crap out of me.
I knew who it was, but I pretended I didn't. Still holding my cereal, I opened the door. To see Billie there.
I just sighed, "Yes?"
He just hung his head, and I saw a tear fall and hit the hard wood of the porch. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his good shoulder. "Get in here."
He willingly came in and sat on the couch. "Whats up?"
"Someone took Blue while I was in the hospital," he said without looking up. I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. "It was one of the few memories of my dad."
I didn't say anything still. There was just a long silence.
"Why did you come here?" I asked quietly.
He just looked up, then looked back down again. "Because you were there to help me when dad died. And I was assuming you'd be there to help me when I lost something else I loved."
"Billie! I don't understand!" I said quickly, "One day, you're threatening me and punching me in the stomach and stabbing me with pencils. The next, you're coming to my house asking me for sympathy! Yes, I do feel bad because your guitar is gone, but then again it serves you right!"
"You don't know how it feels to lose your dad," he said quietly.
At the sound of this I jumped up. "Do you even remember who I am! I lost my dad when I was three Billie. Three! At least you got to spend time with yours! But that was one of the reasons I helped you when your dad died. Because I knew how bad it was! That's why I felt so horrible!"
I was crying now to. I couldn't believe him! How could he talk like this? He sniffled, still looking at the floor, and crying as much as me.
"Because he was like a dad to me to. I'm pretty sure that if he was still alive, he'd still be like a dad to me," I said quietly. I hated talking about Billie's dad. I hated talking about my dad, but I hated talking about Billie's dad more. He would take me, Tiffany, Billie, and Mike all fishing, and went to all the softball, football, and soccer games. Even though Mike and Tiffany and I all weren't his kids.
He was like a dad to all of us.
Billie was still crying, same as me. He got up, and looked at me. His eyes were red, and his face was pale. We were just standing there, watching each other bawl. I couldn't help but give him a hug. He hugged me back.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"Same here."
"For everything," he said with tears still going down his face.
You might think that this was the new beginning of our friendship.
But I still had Blue.
"Hello?"
"Mel, Mike called me and told me that Billie's guitar is gone," Tiffany said quickly.
I was half asleep, so things were only making half sense, "Uhh..yeah, wait. Mike? Called you?"
"Yeah, he said he didn't know your number, and mine was in the phone book. Anyways, he said Billie's guitar is gone. And he's a wreck!"
"Well why doesnt Mike come and sooth his friend," I said, deciding not to tell her about Billie's guitar. I figured the less people that knew, the better.
"Because Mike's on his way to Washington for the weekend, won't be back until Tuesday. That's why I called. Thats why he called me."
"Why would I care if Mike's on his way to Washington?" I said glancing at the note from mom that said she was out grocery shopping, and was stopping at Anita's place so it would be a while. And that Erin was at grandma's, of course. I think mom's avoiding me.....
"Because if Mike was here, he would go to Mike's right now. Mike's one of his few friends that new Billie's dad before he died. Mike, me and you. And now, well, your his closest friend-"
"I am not Billies friend!!!! What is it with you people!!! We. Hate. Each. OTHER." I was starting to get annoyed! First Mike thinks that me and Billie are talking to each other, now Tiffany thinks I'm Billies shoulder to cry on!! "And besides! There's always you!"
"But you're right across the street. I'm just saying, he might come to your place. The guitar was from his dad, remember?" she said quietly. Her mom was probably there, she was really nosy.
I was immediately hit with guilt. I had completely forgotten about that. He must feel horrible. But there was no going back now.
"He wouldn't come to my place Tiff. I just don't see it happening," I said getting a bowl of cereal out.
"Fine, believe what you like. But just think of how he feels when he knocks on your door."
"Whatever, talk to you tomorrow."
"Bye."
I hung up, and got some milk for my cereal. Billie wouldn't come to my house, would he?
I had a pair of PJ pants on, and an old black shirt. I walked to the living room with my cereal and sat down on the couch and turned on the tv, yet again. I turned it to cartoon network to Ed Edd and Eddy, that was the only cartoon network show I liked. I kept thinking about what Tiff had said. Would he come over to my house? No. Why would he do that? He's got friends. He could go to that Kyle person's place.
Just out of curiosity, I got up and looked out the window. And to my surprise (for some reason) Billie was sitting on the porch. Face in his hands. One of his sisters came out and sat next to him. She seemed to just say something to him, but he didn't reply. She got up and drove away somewhere.
Then he looked up, I flipped around out of the view of the window. 'Please tell me he didn't see me, please tell me he didnt see me, please tell me he didnt see me.' I cautiously looked out the window again...and he wasn't there.
Then someone knocked on the door and it scared the crap out of me.
I knew who it was, but I pretended I didn't. Still holding my cereal, I opened the door. To see Billie there.
I just sighed, "Yes?"
He just hung his head, and I saw a tear fall and hit the hard wood of the porch. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his good shoulder. "Get in here."
He willingly came in and sat on the couch. "Whats up?"
"Someone took Blue while I was in the hospital," he said without looking up. I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. "It was one of the few memories of my dad."
I didn't say anything still. There was just a long silence.
"Why did you come here?" I asked quietly.
He just looked up, then looked back down again. "Because you were there to help me when dad died. And I was assuming you'd be there to help me when I lost something else I loved."
"Billie! I don't understand!" I said quickly, "One day, you're threatening me and punching me in the stomach and stabbing me with pencils. The next, you're coming to my house asking me for sympathy! Yes, I do feel bad because your guitar is gone, but then again it serves you right!"
"You don't know how it feels to lose your dad," he said quietly.
At the sound of this I jumped up. "Do you even remember who I am! I lost my dad when I was three Billie. Three! At least you got to spend time with yours! But that was one of the reasons I helped you when your dad died. Because I knew how bad it was! That's why I felt so horrible!"
I was crying now to. I couldn't believe him! How could he talk like this? He sniffled, still looking at the floor, and crying as much as me.
"Because he was like a dad to me to. I'm pretty sure that if he was still alive, he'd still be like a dad to me," I said quietly. I hated talking about Billie's dad. I hated talking about my dad, but I hated talking about Billie's dad more. He would take me, Tiffany, Billie, and Mike all fishing, and went to all the softball, football, and soccer games. Even though Mike and Tiffany and I all weren't his kids.
He was like a dad to all of us.
Billie was still crying, same as me. He got up, and looked at me. His eyes were red, and his face was pale. We were just standing there, watching each other bawl. I couldn't help but give him a hug. He hugged me back.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"Same here."
"For everything," he said with tears still going down his face.
You might think that this was the new beginning of our friendship.
But I still had Blue.
