Too Pretty For Scars, chapter 4
I awoke to hear muffled whispering. I was pretty sure it was the three guys until I felt motion by my feet. I looked over to see a tired looking Billie Joe smiling at me. I sat up and tried my best to smooth down my hair in attempt to look decent in front of one of my idols.
"Don't bother," he said ruffling his hair, "Nobody looks their best in the morning... and besides, if you stay here with us, we're bound to see you at your worst. And I already saw you sleeping, you sleep with your mouth open. Did you know that?" He was rambling.
"Thanks... but you failed to make me feel anything but lousy. Where are Mike and Tre?"
"Fucking in my room," he said nonchalantly. My jaw dropped and I'm sure my eyes were huge, "I'm kidding," he said kindly, softly punching my arm.
"Oh..." I choked out, still trying to regain my breath. He winked at me just before Tre and Mike walked out to join us. Mike sat on the recliner across from me and Tre looked offended by the distance between me and Billie Joe. What was really bad was that Billie Joe's hand was still on my arm, except now it was just his fingers lightly settled near my elbow. Tre sat between us on the couch and glared at Billie Joe. Mike and I sat looking back and forth between the two.
"Well... who's hungry?" Mike finally piped up, "We should go to the cafe for breakfast."
"Yeah, I'm starving," Tre said releasing his death stare. Billie Joe nodded looking completely regretful for even talking to me. He looked at me and shook his head, as if I were a mistake. I'd seen Mom and Dad do that a few times too. It always hurt, but this time, it hurt more. I mouthed 'I'm sorry' to him but he looked away. We got up and all walked out the door. As we walked down the street, I remained next to Tre and we walked behind Mike and Billie Joe. I desperately wanted to make things right between Billie Joe and Tre, but it seemed impossible. I really didn't have their trust yet.
I leaned over to Tre anyways, "Billie Joe wasn't flirting with me... you shouldn't be mad at him. We were just talking. If I'm stirring up this many emotions... I want to leave."
He gripped my arm, "No. You can't leave. It's not like you and me," he motioned between us, "Are an item. I've known you for less than twelve hours. I know damn well I have no right to be mad at anyone... I'm sorry."
"Apologize to him," I pointed at the messy, black hair in front of me, "Not me."
Tre looked ashamed. He quickened his pace and caught Billie Joe's sleeve. The mess of hair turned around, "Billie Joe--"
"I really don't want to talk to you..." Billie Joe said calmly.
"I'm sorry," Tre said looking down at his feet.
Billie Joe turned back around, "Really?" his eyes lit up.
"Really," Tre mumbled. I grinned when they hugged and we walked into a little corner diner. Tre helped me slide into a booth and then he slid in next to me. Mike sat directly across from me and Billie Joe was next to him.
I sat with my hands under the table and I felt fingers brush mine. I looked at the guys' faces to identify who it was. I knew it wasn't Tre, he was next to me and had his hands on the table. I glanced at Mike, he was casually scanning the diner and just looking around. I turned to Billie Joe. His gaze was intense and landed right on me. He winked and pulled his hands away, quickly placing them on the table before us. I bit my lip, my nerves hitting me. I didn't want to fuck up their band because Tre and Billie Joe both had a thing for me.
The waitress came and took our orders. Billie Joe and Mike got eggs and bacon and Tre and I shared a giant plate of pancakes. Mike and I together downed three pots of coffee. We could hear the cooks grumbling everytime we ordered more. I knew I would get close to Mike; that he could be like a brother to me. I had always wanted an older brother.
"I fink we haf ta fink about moofing," Billie Joe said through a mouthful of eggs.
"Pardon?" Mike said smirking at his friend's stupidity.
Billie Joe made a big production of swallowing his food, "I said, I think we have to think about moving."
"Why?" Tre said looking up from our sticky mess.
"We need another bedroom. So we'll have to earn a little extra cash and move." Billie Joe explained.
"Aw, man," Mike sighed taking another sip of his coffee. Tre kept his eyes on our plate. He was pushing the pancakes around with his fork slwoly. I felt bad that they were making all these changes for me.
"Don't bother," he said ruffling his hair, "Nobody looks their best in the morning... and besides, if you stay here with us, we're bound to see you at your worst. And I already saw you sleeping, you sleep with your mouth open. Did you know that?" He was rambling.
"Thanks... but you failed to make me feel anything but lousy. Where are Mike and Tre?"
"Fucking in my room," he said nonchalantly. My jaw dropped and I'm sure my eyes were huge, "I'm kidding," he said kindly, softly punching my arm.
"Oh..." I choked out, still trying to regain my breath. He winked at me just before Tre and Mike walked out to join us. Mike sat on the recliner across from me and Tre looked offended by the distance between me and Billie Joe. What was really bad was that Billie Joe's hand was still on my arm, except now it was just his fingers lightly settled near my elbow. Tre sat between us on the couch and glared at Billie Joe. Mike and I sat looking back and forth between the two.
"Well... who's hungry?" Mike finally piped up, "We should go to the cafe for breakfast."
"Yeah, I'm starving," Tre said releasing his death stare. Billie Joe nodded looking completely regretful for even talking to me. He looked at me and shook his head, as if I were a mistake. I'd seen Mom and Dad do that a few times too. It always hurt, but this time, it hurt more. I mouthed 'I'm sorry' to him but he looked away. We got up and all walked out the door. As we walked down the street, I remained next to Tre and we walked behind Mike and Billie Joe. I desperately wanted to make things right between Billie Joe and Tre, but it seemed impossible. I really didn't have their trust yet.
I leaned over to Tre anyways, "Billie Joe wasn't flirting with me... you shouldn't be mad at him. We were just talking. If I'm stirring up this many emotions... I want to leave."
He gripped my arm, "No. You can't leave. It's not like you and me," he motioned between us, "Are an item. I've known you for less than twelve hours. I know damn well I have no right to be mad at anyone... I'm sorry."
"Apologize to him," I pointed at the messy, black hair in front of me, "Not me."
Tre looked ashamed. He quickened his pace and caught Billie Joe's sleeve. The mess of hair turned around, "Billie Joe--"
"I really don't want to talk to you..." Billie Joe said calmly.
"I'm sorry," Tre said looking down at his feet.
Billie Joe turned back around, "Really?" his eyes lit up.
"Really," Tre mumbled. I grinned when they hugged and we walked into a little corner diner. Tre helped me slide into a booth and then he slid in next to me. Mike sat directly across from me and Billie Joe was next to him.
I sat with my hands under the table and I felt fingers brush mine. I looked at the guys' faces to identify who it was. I knew it wasn't Tre, he was next to me and had his hands on the table. I glanced at Mike, he was casually scanning the diner and just looking around. I turned to Billie Joe. His gaze was intense and landed right on me. He winked and pulled his hands away, quickly placing them on the table before us. I bit my lip, my nerves hitting me. I didn't want to fuck up their band because Tre and Billie Joe both had a thing for me.
The waitress came and took our orders. Billie Joe and Mike got eggs and bacon and Tre and I shared a giant plate of pancakes. Mike and I together downed three pots of coffee. We could hear the cooks grumbling everytime we ordered more. I knew I would get close to Mike; that he could be like a brother to me. I had always wanted an older brother.
"I fink we haf ta fink about moofing," Billie Joe said through a mouthful of eggs.
"Pardon?" Mike said smirking at his friend's stupidity.
Billie Joe made a big production of swallowing his food, "I said, I think we have to think about moving."
"Why?" Tre said looking up from our sticky mess.
"We need another bedroom. So we'll have to earn a little extra cash and move." Billie Joe explained.
"Aw, man," Mike sighed taking another sip of his coffee. Tre kept his eyes on our plate. He was pushing the pancakes around with his fork slwoly. I felt bad that they were making all these changes for me.
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