Cause I'm Thinkin Of A Brand New Hope, One I've Never Known....., chapter 4
After about half an hour of Billie swimming around me, doing handstands and basically showing off, he showed mercy and let me get out. I stood shivering by the pool side as he climbed out grinning.
"You have to walk home all soggy!" He laughed like a kid. I raised my eyebrows.
"You're extremely immature," I said in my snootiest voice. He stared at me and laughed.
"You're one to speak!" He said.
"You just met me," I rolled my eyes.
"But I like you," He said. I looked at him and saw he had a serious expression on his face. I blushed and he smirked. Damn him and his smirking.....
"Oh yeah, I was joking. I'll give you clothes," He said. He walked away and I followed him slowly. He entered a room upatairs, and I went in after him. I looked around...it was his room. There was a few guitars- ok, a LOT of guitars, and two drumkits, and a few basses, and a sax, and on a shelf there was a few harmonicas. He turned around and saw me smiling.
"You like?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's awesome," I said. He smiled and dissapeared. "C'm here!" He yelled from the walk-in closet. I obeyed and walked in. He was holding up a pair of skinny black pants. I walked over and he held them up against me.
"Hmmmm, they should fit, yeah," He said to himself and threw them at my head. He started racking through his shirts and then through a plain black one at me. At my head. Again.
"And these are dirty so you can have them," He said chucking a piar of red and black socks at me. I squeeled and sniffed them. From where they landed. On my head.
"EW FUCKING HELL BILLIE THEY STINK!" I yelled and he just laughed.
"I'm a guy....what d'you expect?" He said. I rolled my eyes and chucked them at his head. HAHA payback.
"I'm gonna get changed, ok? Where's the bathroom?" I asked.
"Well...I could tell you....." Billie said and smiled mischeviously. I sighed.
"What do I have to do?" I groaned. He took the clothes out of my hands and threw them on the floor. He looked into my eyes and said, "Kiss me."
I looked away, avoiding his eyes. I heard him sigh.
"Why don't you like me, Sam?" He asked, looking at me with those puppy dog eyes. Ok. Don't look into the eyes. Don't look into the eyes. Don't look into the eyes. Don't look into the eyes. Don't look into the eyes. Don't look into the- DAMN HIS FUCKING BEAUITIFUL EYES.
He looked at me, waiting for an answer.
"Don't be stupid. Of course I like you," I said slowly,"It's just- I'm not......we shouldn't...."
"But I'm not married anymore, remember," He said, "And you- wait, do you have a boyfriend?" He asked. I saw a glimmer of a way out.
"Yes! Yes, I do, uh huh, he- I love him very much, he's my.....sunshine, the apple of my eye, the fire of my loins-"
"Whats his name?" Billie interrupted. My eyes widened.
"Shmicheal."
"Shmicheal?" He repeated.
"Yeah....like Micheal, only with a 'SH' on the start," I said. He laughed and shoved me into the closet door, harder than he intended, I think, because I fell right through it and slammed my head off of the floor. Hard. What was with this dude and damagin my skull?
"Shit! Fuck bitch cunt ass WHORE sam I'm so sorry- here, let me help you up-"
"I'm fine Billie I can get up mysel-"
"Here, gimme your hand-"
"Honest I'm all good-"
"Thats it upsa daisys-"
"Billie really I'm cool-"
"You'll be ok, Sammy, just take my hand-"
"BILLIE I'M FUCKING OK!" I yelled and got up. He scowled and muttered something about pms. I rolled my eyes and headed off to find his bathroom myself, seeing as he wasn't really going to be any help.
Once I had changed into his clothes, I looked at my reflection and thought.
What are you doing, Sam? You like Billie Joe.....you know you do. Why won't you let him kiss you? Are you going crazy? You like him.....of course you like him.....you more than LIKE him....
I shook my head quickly and sighed. I did like him. Of course I did. But.....I still felt like he and Adrienne braking up was my fault.....they seemed fine until I showed up....right?
I sighed AGAIN and looked back at my reflection. The shirt was kinda baggy and the pants were ripped around the bottom.....but they were cute.
"I'm in his clothes," I murmered and smiled.
What have I been doing? I like Billie.....a lot.
I ran out of the bathroom and down the stairs. He was in the kitchen, he looked up as I walked in.
"Hey, d'you like macaroni?" He asked. I stared at him, taking him in properly for the first time. His feet were clad in tattered converse, with the original laces taken out and black one put back in. His pants were tight as fuck but they suited him so well, and the three-row studded silver belt finished them off perfectly. His shirt was tucked in slightly, and was skin-tight as well, showing off his muscles. His hair was spiked up in the crazy way only Billie Joe could pull off. And his eyes, his amazingly beautfiful eyes, two perfectly round pools of mesmorising hypnotism.....
"Sam, no need to make it so obvious when your checking somone out," He said. I snapped back to reality and blushed.
"I was NOT checking you out," I said.
"Good...cause Shmicheal would beat your skinny ass if you were, you know," He said. I laughed.
"Shmicheal....hahhahah," I giggled.
"Sit down," He said suddenly. I sat at the table and he sat beside me. Right beside me.
"Tell me the truth, Sam.....why don't you like me?" He said. I had no idea what to say this time, the whole Shmicheal thing was completely out the window, so just....went by my instincts which were.....
I leaned in and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to me. I kissed him hard and long then pulled away. He gaped at me, not believing what I just did. Heck, I wasn't believing what I just did.
"So- so you do like me?" He said.
"Yeah...." I said and looked into his eyes. He nodded slowly then pulled me back into his arms, kissing me deeper and longer than I had him. He stood up, pulling me with him, and moved slowly across the room, still kissing me passionatley. He found us our way to the sitting room and pushed me gently onto the sofa, climbing ontop of me. He moaned and kissed me more, his hands on my skin in a way that made me tingle. He took his head away and leaned on my shoulder.
"I really like you, Sam," He said.
"I- yeah...I like you too," I said. He smiled and kissed me again, but this time I pushed him away.
"What time is it? I gotta go home soon," I said. He looked at his watch. "Oh dear, my watch has stopped."
"Billie, please," I said. He smirked and looked at me.
"On one condition," He said. I rolled my eyes and kissed him, pretending it was a chore, but savouring every second, in fear that I'd never be able to kiss those beautiful lips again.
"You have to walk home all soggy!" He laughed like a kid. I raised my eyebrows.
"You're extremely immature," I said in my snootiest voice. He stared at me and laughed.
"You're one to speak!" He said.
"You just met me," I rolled my eyes.
"But I like you," He said. I looked at him and saw he had a serious expression on his face. I blushed and he smirked. Damn him and his smirking.....
"Oh yeah, I was joking. I'll give you clothes," He said. He walked away and I followed him slowly. He entered a room upatairs, and I went in after him. I looked around...it was his room. There was a few guitars- ok, a LOT of guitars, and two drumkits, and a few basses, and a sax, and on a shelf there was a few harmonicas. He turned around and saw me smiling.
"You like?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's awesome," I said. He smiled and dissapeared. "C'm here!" He yelled from the walk-in closet. I obeyed and walked in. He was holding up a pair of skinny black pants. I walked over and he held them up against me.
"Hmmmm, they should fit, yeah," He said to himself and threw them at my head. He started racking through his shirts and then through a plain black one at me. At my head. Again.
"And these are dirty so you can have them," He said chucking a piar of red and black socks at me. I squeeled and sniffed them. From where they landed. On my head.
"EW FUCKING HELL BILLIE THEY STINK!" I yelled and he just laughed.
"I'm a guy....what d'you expect?" He said. I rolled my eyes and chucked them at his head. HAHA payback.
"I'm gonna get changed, ok? Where's the bathroom?" I asked.
"Well...I could tell you....." Billie said and smiled mischeviously. I sighed.
"What do I have to do?" I groaned. He took the clothes out of my hands and threw them on the floor. He looked into my eyes and said, "Kiss me."
I looked away, avoiding his eyes. I heard him sigh.
"Why don't you like me, Sam?" He asked, looking at me with those puppy dog eyes. Ok. Don't look into the eyes. Don't look into the eyes. Don't look into the eyes. Don't look into the eyes. Don't look into the eyes. Don't look into the- DAMN HIS FUCKING BEAUITIFUL EYES.
He looked at me, waiting for an answer.
"Don't be stupid. Of course I like you," I said slowly,"It's just- I'm not......we shouldn't...."
"But I'm not married anymore, remember," He said, "And you- wait, do you have a boyfriend?" He asked. I saw a glimmer of a way out.
"Yes! Yes, I do, uh huh, he- I love him very much, he's my.....sunshine, the apple of my eye, the fire of my loins-"
"Whats his name?" Billie interrupted. My eyes widened.
"Shmicheal."
"Shmicheal?" He repeated.
"Yeah....like Micheal, only with a 'SH' on the start," I said. He laughed and shoved me into the closet door, harder than he intended, I think, because I fell right through it and slammed my head off of the floor. Hard. What was with this dude and damagin my skull?
"Shit! Fuck bitch cunt ass WHORE sam I'm so sorry- here, let me help you up-"
"I'm fine Billie I can get up mysel-"
"Here, gimme your hand-"
"Honest I'm all good-"
"Thats it upsa daisys-"
"Billie really I'm cool-"
"You'll be ok, Sammy, just take my hand-"
"BILLIE I'M FUCKING OK!" I yelled and got up. He scowled and muttered something about pms. I rolled my eyes and headed off to find his bathroom myself, seeing as he wasn't really going to be any help.
Once I had changed into his clothes, I looked at my reflection and thought.
What are you doing, Sam? You like Billie Joe.....you know you do. Why won't you let him kiss you? Are you going crazy? You like him.....of course you like him.....you more than LIKE him....
I shook my head quickly and sighed. I did like him. Of course I did. But.....I still felt like he and Adrienne braking up was my fault.....they seemed fine until I showed up....right?
I sighed AGAIN and looked back at my reflection. The shirt was kinda baggy and the pants were ripped around the bottom.....but they were cute.
"I'm in his clothes," I murmered and smiled.
What have I been doing? I like Billie.....a lot.
I ran out of the bathroom and down the stairs. He was in the kitchen, he looked up as I walked in.
"Hey, d'you like macaroni?" He asked. I stared at him, taking him in properly for the first time. His feet were clad in tattered converse, with the original laces taken out and black one put back in. His pants were tight as fuck but they suited him so well, and the three-row studded silver belt finished them off perfectly. His shirt was tucked in slightly, and was skin-tight as well, showing off his muscles. His hair was spiked up in the crazy way only Billie Joe could pull off. And his eyes, his amazingly beautfiful eyes, two perfectly round pools of mesmorising hypnotism.....
"Sam, no need to make it so obvious when your checking somone out," He said. I snapped back to reality and blushed.
"I was NOT checking you out," I said.
"Good...cause Shmicheal would beat your skinny ass if you were, you know," He said. I laughed.
"Shmicheal....hahhahah," I giggled.
"Sit down," He said suddenly. I sat at the table and he sat beside me. Right beside me.
"Tell me the truth, Sam.....why don't you like me?" He said. I had no idea what to say this time, the whole Shmicheal thing was completely out the window, so just....went by my instincts which were.....
I leaned in and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to me. I kissed him hard and long then pulled away. He gaped at me, not believing what I just did. Heck, I wasn't believing what I just did.
"So- so you do like me?" He said.
"Yeah...." I said and looked into his eyes. He nodded slowly then pulled me back into his arms, kissing me deeper and longer than I had him. He stood up, pulling me with him, and moved slowly across the room, still kissing me passionatley. He found us our way to the sitting room and pushed me gently onto the sofa, climbing ontop of me. He moaned and kissed me more, his hands on my skin in a way that made me tingle. He took his head away and leaned on my shoulder.
"I really like you, Sam," He said.
"I- yeah...I like you too," I said. He smiled and kissed me again, but this time I pushed him away.
"What time is it? I gotta go home soon," I said. He looked at his watch. "Oh dear, my watch has stopped."
"Billie, please," I said. He smirked and looked at me.
"On one condition," He said. I rolled my eyes and kissed him, pretending it was a chore, but savouring every second, in fear that I'd never be able to kiss those beautiful lips again.
