What Did I Ever Do To You?, chapter 11
Tre was on the floor. But not just sitting there, I mean he was lying there, appearing to be unconscious. There was blood everywhere; on the tub, on the floor, on the sink, on the walls, on the toilet, and most importantly, on the mirror. Scribbled almost illegibly on the mirror was this:
You knew we'd find you. Come back, or else.
I knew immediately who it was, and started panicking. What happened if they came here and found me? What would they do? Didn't I put up with enough? Didn't I move far enough away from them? My phone number wasn't listed, so they couldn't find me. My address wasn't listed in the mailboxes downstairs.... how could they have found me?
I leaned over Tre, and took a nearby semi-clean towel and started wiping him with it.
"Tre? Are you still conscious?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes.
"Yeah...." Tre said in a barely audible voice that made me laugh. At least he was still alive.
"I'm gonna clean you up the best I can, then we're going to the hospital, okay?" I said, wiping blood from his face and smiling. He smiled weakly back.
"Alright...." he said, opening his eyes just a bit, to reveal those beautiful blue pools.
I finished cleaning him up to the best of my ability in 15 minutes, several of those including me worrying constantly if he was going to become unconscious. But he didn't. He held on. I was so proud of him. But then my hope was dropped significantly when he couldn't even stand up.
"Tre, can you please try just one more time? You do know I'm not strong enough to carry you down all those stairs AND to my car." I said, trying to be at least a little funny in this emergency situation. He smiled at my weak attempt.
"Call...Billie and...Mike...." Tre spluttered out. I knew he was close to becoming unconscious, so I had to hurry and think on my feet.
"No, they're too far away...." I said. It would take them an hour at least to get here, and that was if they were speeding.
I thought. No other friends, surely the other guys from Leakage wouldn't want to help me since I wasn't Jack's "girl" anymore. Hmmm.... who else would help me? I thought...and nothing was turning up. The people on my floor - even in my whole apartment complex! - wouldn't care to help me. Most were drug dealers or almost poor people who were once rich, but wasted everything on gambling and spent the days lazing around doing nothing. Nobody could help me help Tre.... was he going to die? In my apartment? That was a scary thought and I dismissed it from my mind.
Think, Holly. Think! What can you possibly do now?
"Could you...hurry up...just a bit...I feel...horrible...." Tre said, and smiled a mischievous smile. I laughed.
"Sure thing." I said, lifting him up and placing a bloody arm around my shoulders.
I carefully treaded to my front door, leaving a very noticeable trail of blood behind me. Tre's blood. It was startling, but it didn't bother me. Blood, and all things gory and gross that would have made most people sick did not bother me at all. I was just scared. Not because of the physical evidence in my house, but for Tre's life. I used every ounce of my strength to get to my car, and when I got there, I realized I had made one crucial mistake.
"Where are my keys!?" I screamed, having Tre propped up against the door and me searching frantically for them.
Where did I leave them? WHERE!?!
I thought back, and remembered setting my bag on the counter...
WHICH STILL CONTAINED MY KEYS.
"Shit!" I screamed loudly, searching for some way that I could go back up there, and not leave Tre alone here, but then again I didn't have enough strength to carry him back UP to my apartment and then back down again.
I was stuck.
Tre was going to die. I know, it was stupid of me to admit that I had defeated. I failed. In the one place where it truly mattered. Life. Those who threw it away, even it if wasn't themselves who were not going to carry on, were not fully appreciating life and apparently felt that it was something that not everyone should have. Which is why we have murderers. And crooks and thieves who think that anyone trying to stop them should be dead. They are cold-hearted. And here I was, the same as any cold-hearted murderer, leaving my friend to die because I didn't have enough strength. It was a hopeless cause and I felt horrible.
I pulled Tre in for an overly tight hug. He didn't seem to mind, even though he thought it was just a friendly gesture.
"Are we...leaving...soon?" Tre asked, and I felt like crying right there.
"No, Tre I-" I started, but was cut off when somebody yelled at me.
"Hey you! Need some help with that bloody person?"
I stopped crying and, still holding onto Tre, turned to look at who was talking to me.
A girl, about my age, maybe a little older, with tan skin and long, black dreadlocks was running over to me. She had on jeans and a simple black tank top. I let go of Tre for a second.
She came up to me.
"Well, do you?" She asked. I could tell she wasn't a Californian, her accent wasn't right.
"Yea, thanks so much. Can you keep him alive here for a second while I run up to my apartment?" I said, starting to run off.
"What for?"
"I forgot my keys!" I yelled back, and I could hear her laughter.
I dashed in my apartment and knocked over a couple of things, including a lamp and a small table. I found my purse and ran back out of my apartment, locking it behind me.
While I was running down the stairs, I fished my keys out of my purse and hauled the massive bag onto my shoulder as I was darting around cars in the parking lot. I saw the woman smacking him on the face a couple of times. He was obviously losing consciousness.
I came up to him and he smiled.
"She's...nice." Tre said in between desperate gasps for air. I sighed and unlocked the door. The woman did not need to be told what to do, but simply hauled Tre into the backseat and put his seat belt on.
"Well, he may die from these wounds, but not from a crash and heading into the windsheild!" She smiled triumphantly, and I laughed.
I got in the driver's seat and sped to the hospital. I pulled up in front of the Emergency Entrance and jumped out of the car. I opened the door to which Tre was leaning on, again on the verge of unconsciousness, and hauled him out. The woman let herself out of her side of the car and helped me bring him into the hospital.
"Somebody! He's about to pass out!" I yelled as we stepped inside, and immediately there came two doctors and a wheelchair for Tre and they rushed him inside the hospital. The promptness - or at least I thought so - was probably due to the fact that there was dried blood all over him.
"You go with him, I'll park the car." I said to the woman next to me. She nodded and ran off with him, while I sped back to my car. It was still in the same spot as before, which was obviously a good thing. Nobody had stolen it.
I turned it on and circled the parking lot 5 times before finding an open spot that 5 people weren't fighting for. I was worried what had happened to Tre. It had already been 30 minutes! Was he dead? Where was the lady that helped me?
I raced out of my car and ran into the emergency room. The receptionist pointed me to the waiting room, where the other lady who came in with me would be waiting. I walked in to find her sitting there, fiddling with her thumbs.
"What's happened!?" I asked in a frantic voice.
"The doctor's took him into a room and they're examining him." She said in a little scared voice. I, trembling, let her go and sat down in the chair next to her.
Why had I just completely lost it in front of her? I had NEVER lost it that bad in front of anybody I knew, even though I didn't know this woman that well. I felt open, like the whole world knew the horrible me. I had to pull myself together. Within minutes, I wasn't hyper-ventilating and I wasn't crying. I pulled happy thoughts into my brain as the woman just sat there, dumbfounded by my actions.
I turned to her and said, "Thank you so much for helping me. If it weren't for you, Tre wouldn't be alive right now." I stuck out my hand. "My name's Holly."
"Adrienne." She said, and shook my hand, still in shock about what I just did. "Listen, about what you just did --" she started.
"I just had to pull myself together, that's all. I need to make a phone call to a couple friends of mine who might need to know about this. I'll be right back." I said, and ran over to a pay phone on the far wall. I pulled out a quarter and slipped it in the slot, dialing Billie's phone number simultaneously.
"Hello?" Billie answered. It sounded like he was annoyed at something.
"Hi, Billie, I --" I started, but was cut off.
"Holly! I need to tell you something about us. I --" Billie started, but I cut him off.
"No, listen, Billie. Tre's in the hospital. I got home from work today and he was all cut up and bleeding in my bathroom. Come down to the hospital right now!" I said, carefully omitting the part about the blood written on the mirror, and then there was silence on the other end.
"Billie?"
"We'll be right there." Billie said, then hung up.
*Billie's POV*
I hung up the phone, shocked. I had called Holly's house a dozen times, and nobody ever answered. I guess that's why. Tre's in the hospital, probably on his deathbed, and I was sitting here with Mike practicing. I felt horrible. Like I should be there with her, to comfort and console her, and to wait for my friend's final fate.
I walked back down to the basement to share the news with Mike.
"What?!?" He asked, shocked as I still am.
"Yeah. We have to leave now." I said, and grabbed the keys from the counter.
"Mom, we have to go to the Berkeley hospital. Be back sometime tomorrow." I yelled to my mom, who was upstairs.
"OK, Billie Joe. Be careful!" She called back down, and I could barely hear her.
When we got in the car, I was thinking about what I was going to tell her. Why I was calling so much. It was about us. I was going to tell her that I needed her. I couldn't help it. She was the only one for me. I was going insane not being with her. I couldn't play my guitar right, my thoughts kept wandering back to her. When we were together, she gave me strength, and courage, and just raw energy that I needed when I was playing. Without that, our shows have been crappy, although Mike and I pretend otherwise. That's probably the reason Al left us, because we weren't playing as well. Ah well, Tre's a better drummer anyway. I just hope he makes it through....
*Mike's POV*
I was scared. We just met Tre! How could this happen? I felt bad, for Holly to be sitting in a waiting room, all alone. I felt like I needed to be there, to comfort her and tell her to just sit tight and not to think about anything anymore, and that I was there for her. But my dreams were quickly shattered when I remembered that she doesn't know I like her. I considered telling her when we got back, but too much change in a short period of time couldn't be great for her. I decided against it as we walked into the hospital.
*Holly's POV*
The hour before Billie got there was spent with Adrienne and I just lazing around, thinking about things. I suddenly remembered that I was going to tell Billie something when I got home. The phone call reminded me about it, when he said "us". I was frightened. Was he not going to accept what I was going to tell him?
I felt a little bad about the whole Mike situation. I still feel strongly attracted to him, but then I have no idea if he feels the same way. It's driving me insane just thinking about it, but Adrienne couldn't tell because my face expression never changed.
I heard voices in the hall that sounded vaguely familiar and, needing something else to do besides sit, I got up and went to see what all the fuss was about.
"You better let me see him or I fucking swear to God that --" I heard someone say and I almost leapt in the air with joy.
"Billie!" I said, running to him. He turned to me and a huge smile crept across his face. I jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly, and then hugged Mike just as tight. They both smiled. I looked into their eyes and saw that they had been crying a little, and hoped they couldn't tell that I was.
I led them into the waiting room and Adrienne looked up to see Billie and Mike. She looked at me with a confused expression, the same ones on Mike's and Billie's faces.
"Guys, this is Adrienne, she helped me get Tre here. Adrienne, these are my two best friends in the world, Billie and Mike," I said, motioning to each person in turn.
Adrienne smiled and waved, and Mike did the same. Billie just smiled. I sat down next to Adrienne, and Mike sat next to me, and Billie sat next to Mike.
I leaned my head on Mike's shoulder. "Do you think he's gonna be okay?" I asked him.
He laughed, to which I was incredibly grateful for in a time like this. "I don't even know how he got the way he did, so I have no idea." I looked up at him and found him looking at me.
"I came home from work and he was sitting on my bathroom floor, all cut up and bloody. I carried him down to the parking lot and I forgot my keys in the apartment, and Adrienne made sure he stayed conscious while I ran upstairs to get them, and then she came with us to the hospital." I explained, leaving out the part about the blood words on the mirror again. Mike just looked at me. Then, he pulled his right arm to wrap around me and gave me the tightest and most understanding hug I've ever gotten in my life. I kinda felt like I wanted to kiss him, but that was diminished when I looked over to where Billie was sitting, in deep thought with his jaw clenched. I laughed, and everyone looked at me.
"Sorry." I said, still grinning madly. I have no idea why Billie made me laugh, but now I was still in a fit of giggles. Mike was smiling and then moved so he could sit next to Adrienne and he quickly started up a conversation. That seemed odd, since Mike wasn't usually the outgoing one, but I was overlooking it as Billie was still looking at me, a perplexed expression on his face. I went over and sat next to him.
"What?" I asked. He just looked at me, still confused, then broke into a huge smile.
"I don't know." He said. I put my arm around his neck and pulled my face up to his.
"Listen, I know we just met Tre and all, but I feel like he's been our friend since we've known each other. I feel really horrible about going to work today." I said, leaning my head against his shoulder, like I did to Mike.
"Yeah, me too. I promise, though, that Mike and I will stay here tomorrow, all day while you're at work, and we'll call if we hear anything new." Billie said, and wrapped his arm around me and gave me a reassuring hug. I hugged him back, still giggling a little bit.
"That's great, Billie, but I don't have to go to work until the day AFTER tomorrow." I said, and looked up to him.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Well, in that case...I guess I WON'T stay here. You can just sit here, suffering for the whole day while I practice at home...." Billie said, sarcastically, with a cheeky grin on his face.
"Hey! What about your promise?" I asked.
"I never said I would stay here if you WEREN'T at work." Billie said.
"Fine, then I won't tell you the good news I was going to tell you." I blurted, realizing that I probably shouldn't have been telling him this right now.
"Really? What were you going to tell me?" Billie asked, serious now.
"Nothing, nothing...." I tried, very weakly, to cover up my mistake. I looked up to him, and his pleading green eyes couldn't hold back my opinion.
"Come with me." I said, taking his hand and leading him to the far end of the waiting room, where Mike and Adrienne wouldn't be able to hear me if I was quiet.
"Billie, I need to tell you something I bet that you have been wanting to know. Do you remember last night when you kissed me?" I asked, holding both of his hands and looking up into his eyes.
"Yeah," Billie said, his face uncertain, as to whether I was going to say that I loved him or that I hated him and never wanted to see him again. I smiled a little at the thought.
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that, after thinking, and coming to the obvious answer, I really, really miss you and I was just wondering...if you wouldn't mind getting back together with me." I said, sounding incredibly desperate. And why was I asking him? I already knew he wanted to!
Billie just smiled the most enormous smile I've ever seen, and quickly bent down to kiss me. Not those recent kisses that were "just friendly" kisses, no, this one was a full on, in-your-mouth, I've-needed-you-for-so-long kiss. I almost melted in his arms right then and there.
And then someone interrupted us, very rudely might I add.
You knew we'd find you. Come back, or else.
I knew immediately who it was, and started panicking. What happened if they came here and found me? What would they do? Didn't I put up with enough? Didn't I move far enough away from them? My phone number wasn't listed, so they couldn't find me. My address wasn't listed in the mailboxes downstairs.... how could they have found me?
I leaned over Tre, and took a nearby semi-clean towel and started wiping him with it.
"Tre? Are you still conscious?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes.
"Yeah...." Tre said in a barely audible voice that made me laugh. At least he was still alive.
"I'm gonna clean you up the best I can, then we're going to the hospital, okay?" I said, wiping blood from his face and smiling. He smiled weakly back.
"Alright...." he said, opening his eyes just a bit, to reveal those beautiful blue pools.
I finished cleaning him up to the best of my ability in 15 minutes, several of those including me worrying constantly if he was going to become unconscious. But he didn't. He held on. I was so proud of him. But then my hope was dropped significantly when he couldn't even stand up.
"Tre, can you please try just one more time? You do know I'm not strong enough to carry you down all those stairs AND to my car." I said, trying to be at least a little funny in this emergency situation. He smiled at my weak attempt.
"Call...Billie and...Mike...." Tre spluttered out. I knew he was close to becoming unconscious, so I had to hurry and think on my feet.
"No, they're too far away...." I said. It would take them an hour at least to get here, and that was if they were speeding.
I thought. No other friends, surely the other guys from Leakage wouldn't want to help me since I wasn't Jack's "girl" anymore. Hmmm.... who else would help me? I thought...and nothing was turning up. The people on my floor - even in my whole apartment complex! - wouldn't care to help me. Most were drug dealers or almost poor people who were once rich, but wasted everything on gambling and spent the days lazing around doing nothing. Nobody could help me help Tre.... was he going to die? In my apartment? That was a scary thought and I dismissed it from my mind.
Think, Holly. Think! What can you possibly do now?
"Could you...hurry up...just a bit...I feel...horrible...." Tre said, and smiled a mischievous smile. I laughed.
"Sure thing." I said, lifting him up and placing a bloody arm around my shoulders.
I carefully treaded to my front door, leaving a very noticeable trail of blood behind me. Tre's blood. It was startling, but it didn't bother me. Blood, and all things gory and gross that would have made most people sick did not bother me at all. I was just scared. Not because of the physical evidence in my house, but for Tre's life. I used every ounce of my strength to get to my car, and when I got there, I realized I had made one crucial mistake.
"Where are my keys!?" I screamed, having Tre propped up against the door and me searching frantically for them.
Where did I leave them? WHERE!?!
I thought back, and remembered setting my bag on the counter...
WHICH STILL CONTAINED MY KEYS.
"Shit!" I screamed loudly, searching for some way that I could go back up there, and not leave Tre alone here, but then again I didn't have enough strength to carry him back UP to my apartment and then back down again.
I was stuck.
Tre was going to die. I know, it was stupid of me to admit that I had defeated. I failed. In the one place where it truly mattered. Life. Those who threw it away, even it if wasn't themselves who were not going to carry on, were not fully appreciating life and apparently felt that it was something that not everyone should have. Which is why we have murderers. And crooks and thieves who think that anyone trying to stop them should be dead. They are cold-hearted. And here I was, the same as any cold-hearted murderer, leaving my friend to die because I didn't have enough strength. It was a hopeless cause and I felt horrible.
I pulled Tre in for an overly tight hug. He didn't seem to mind, even though he thought it was just a friendly gesture.
"Are we...leaving...soon?" Tre asked, and I felt like crying right there.
"No, Tre I-" I started, but was cut off when somebody yelled at me.
"Hey you! Need some help with that bloody person?"
I stopped crying and, still holding onto Tre, turned to look at who was talking to me.
A girl, about my age, maybe a little older, with tan skin and long, black dreadlocks was running over to me. She had on jeans and a simple black tank top. I let go of Tre for a second.
She came up to me.
"Well, do you?" She asked. I could tell she wasn't a Californian, her accent wasn't right.
"Yea, thanks so much. Can you keep him alive here for a second while I run up to my apartment?" I said, starting to run off.
"What for?"
"I forgot my keys!" I yelled back, and I could hear her laughter.
I dashed in my apartment and knocked over a couple of things, including a lamp and a small table. I found my purse and ran back out of my apartment, locking it behind me.
While I was running down the stairs, I fished my keys out of my purse and hauled the massive bag onto my shoulder as I was darting around cars in the parking lot. I saw the woman smacking him on the face a couple of times. He was obviously losing consciousness.
I came up to him and he smiled.
"She's...nice." Tre said in between desperate gasps for air. I sighed and unlocked the door. The woman did not need to be told what to do, but simply hauled Tre into the backseat and put his seat belt on.
"Well, he may die from these wounds, but not from a crash and heading into the windsheild!" She smiled triumphantly, and I laughed.
I got in the driver's seat and sped to the hospital. I pulled up in front of the Emergency Entrance and jumped out of the car. I opened the door to which Tre was leaning on, again on the verge of unconsciousness, and hauled him out. The woman let herself out of her side of the car and helped me bring him into the hospital.
"Somebody! He's about to pass out!" I yelled as we stepped inside, and immediately there came two doctors and a wheelchair for Tre and they rushed him inside the hospital. The promptness - or at least I thought so - was probably due to the fact that there was dried blood all over him.
"You go with him, I'll park the car." I said to the woman next to me. She nodded and ran off with him, while I sped back to my car. It was still in the same spot as before, which was obviously a good thing. Nobody had stolen it.
I turned it on and circled the parking lot 5 times before finding an open spot that 5 people weren't fighting for. I was worried what had happened to Tre. It had already been 30 minutes! Was he dead? Where was the lady that helped me?
I raced out of my car and ran into the emergency room. The receptionist pointed me to the waiting room, where the other lady who came in with me would be waiting. I walked in to find her sitting there, fiddling with her thumbs.
"What's happened!?" I asked in a frantic voice.
"The doctor's took him into a room and they're examining him." She said in a little scared voice. I, trembling, let her go and sat down in the chair next to her.
Why had I just completely lost it in front of her? I had NEVER lost it that bad in front of anybody I knew, even though I didn't know this woman that well. I felt open, like the whole world knew the horrible me. I had to pull myself together. Within minutes, I wasn't hyper-ventilating and I wasn't crying. I pulled happy thoughts into my brain as the woman just sat there, dumbfounded by my actions.
I turned to her and said, "Thank you so much for helping me. If it weren't for you, Tre wouldn't be alive right now." I stuck out my hand. "My name's Holly."
"Adrienne." She said, and shook my hand, still in shock about what I just did. "Listen, about what you just did --" she started.
"I just had to pull myself together, that's all. I need to make a phone call to a couple friends of mine who might need to know about this. I'll be right back." I said, and ran over to a pay phone on the far wall. I pulled out a quarter and slipped it in the slot, dialing Billie's phone number simultaneously.
"Hello?" Billie answered. It sounded like he was annoyed at something.
"Hi, Billie, I --" I started, but was cut off.
"Holly! I need to tell you something about us. I --" Billie started, but I cut him off.
"No, listen, Billie. Tre's in the hospital. I got home from work today and he was all cut up and bleeding in my bathroom. Come down to the hospital right now!" I said, carefully omitting the part about the blood written on the mirror, and then there was silence on the other end.
"Billie?"
"We'll be right there." Billie said, then hung up.
*Billie's POV*
I hung up the phone, shocked. I had called Holly's house a dozen times, and nobody ever answered. I guess that's why. Tre's in the hospital, probably on his deathbed, and I was sitting here with Mike practicing. I felt horrible. Like I should be there with her, to comfort and console her, and to wait for my friend's final fate.
I walked back down to the basement to share the news with Mike.
"What?!?" He asked, shocked as I still am.
"Yeah. We have to leave now." I said, and grabbed the keys from the counter.
"Mom, we have to go to the Berkeley hospital. Be back sometime tomorrow." I yelled to my mom, who was upstairs.
"OK, Billie Joe. Be careful!" She called back down, and I could barely hear her.
When we got in the car, I was thinking about what I was going to tell her. Why I was calling so much. It was about us. I was going to tell her that I needed her. I couldn't help it. She was the only one for me. I was going insane not being with her. I couldn't play my guitar right, my thoughts kept wandering back to her. When we were together, she gave me strength, and courage, and just raw energy that I needed when I was playing. Without that, our shows have been crappy, although Mike and I pretend otherwise. That's probably the reason Al left us, because we weren't playing as well. Ah well, Tre's a better drummer anyway. I just hope he makes it through....
*Mike's POV*
I was scared. We just met Tre! How could this happen? I felt bad, for Holly to be sitting in a waiting room, all alone. I felt like I needed to be there, to comfort her and tell her to just sit tight and not to think about anything anymore, and that I was there for her. But my dreams were quickly shattered when I remembered that she doesn't know I like her. I considered telling her when we got back, but too much change in a short period of time couldn't be great for her. I decided against it as we walked into the hospital.
*Holly's POV*
The hour before Billie got there was spent with Adrienne and I just lazing around, thinking about things. I suddenly remembered that I was going to tell Billie something when I got home. The phone call reminded me about it, when he said "us". I was frightened. Was he not going to accept what I was going to tell him?
I felt a little bad about the whole Mike situation. I still feel strongly attracted to him, but then I have no idea if he feels the same way. It's driving me insane just thinking about it, but Adrienne couldn't tell because my face expression never changed.
I heard voices in the hall that sounded vaguely familiar and, needing something else to do besides sit, I got up and went to see what all the fuss was about.
"You better let me see him or I fucking swear to God that --" I heard someone say and I almost leapt in the air with joy.
"Billie!" I said, running to him. He turned to me and a huge smile crept across his face. I jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly, and then hugged Mike just as tight. They both smiled. I looked into their eyes and saw that they had been crying a little, and hoped they couldn't tell that I was.
I led them into the waiting room and Adrienne looked up to see Billie and Mike. She looked at me with a confused expression, the same ones on Mike's and Billie's faces.
"Guys, this is Adrienne, she helped me get Tre here. Adrienne, these are my two best friends in the world, Billie and Mike," I said, motioning to each person in turn.
Adrienne smiled and waved, and Mike did the same. Billie just smiled. I sat down next to Adrienne, and Mike sat next to me, and Billie sat next to Mike.
I leaned my head on Mike's shoulder. "Do you think he's gonna be okay?" I asked him.
He laughed, to which I was incredibly grateful for in a time like this. "I don't even know how he got the way he did, so I have no idea." I looked up at him and found him looking at me.
"I came home from work and he was sitting on my bathroom floor, all cut up and bloody. I carried him down to the parking lot and I forgot my keys in the apartment, and Adrienne made sure he stayed conscious while I ran upstairs to get them, and then she came with us to the hospital." I explained, leaving out the part about the blood words on the mirror again. Mike just looked at me. Then, he pulled his right arm to wrap around me and gave me the tightest and most understanding hug I've ever gotten in my life. I kinda felt like I wanted to kiss him, but that was diminished when I looked over to where Billie was sitting, in deep thought with his jaw clenched. I laughed, and everyone looked at me.
"Sorry." I said, still grinning madly. I have no idea why Billie made me laugh, but now I was still in a fit of giggles. Mike was smiling and then moved so he could sit next to Adrienne and he quickly started up a conversation. That seemed odd, since Mike wasn't usually the outgoing one, but I was overlooking it as Billie was still looking at me, a perplexed expression on his face. I went over and sat next to him.
"What?" I asked. He just looked at me, still confused, then broke into a huge smile.
"I don't know." He said. I put my arm around his neck and pulled my face up to his.
"Listen, I know we just met Tre and all, but I feel like he's been our friend since we've known each other. I feel really horrible about going to work today." I said, leaning my head against his shoulder, like I did to Mike.
"Yeah, me too. I promise, though, that Mike and I will stay here tomorrow, all day while you're at work, and we'll call if we hear anything new." Billie said, and wrapped his arm around me and gave me a reassuring hug. I hugged him back, still giggling a little bit.
"That's great, Billie, but I don't have to go to work until the day AFTER tomorrow." I said, and looked up to him.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Well, in that case...I guess I WON'T stay here. You can just sit here, suffering for the whole day while I practice at home...." Billie said, sarcastically, with a cheeky grin on his face.
"Hey! What about your promise?" I asked.
"I never said I would stay here if you WEREN'T at work." Billie said.
"Fine, then I won't tell you the good news I was going to tell you." I blurted, realizing that I probably shouldn't have been telling him this right now.
"Really? What were you going to tell me?" Billie asked, serious now.
"Nothing, nothing...." I tried, very weakly, to cover up my mistake. I looked up to him, and his pleading green eyes couldn't hold back my opinion.
"Come with me." I said, taking his hand and leading him to the far end of the waiting room, where Mike and Adrienne wouldn't be able to hear me if I was quiet.
"Billie, I need to tell you something I bet that you have been wanting to know. Do you remember last night when you kissed me?" I asked, holding both of his hands and looking up into his eyes.
"Yeah," Billie said, his face uncertain, as to whether I was going to say that I loved him or that I hated him and never wanted to see him again. I smiled a little at the thought.
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that, after thinking, and coming to the obvious answer, I really, really miss you and I was just wondering...if you wouldn't mind getting back together with me." I said, sounding incredibly desperate. And why was I asking him? I already knew he wanted to!
Billie just smiled the most enormous smile I've ever seen, and quickly bent down to kiss me. Not those recent kisses that were "just friendly" kisses, no, this one was a full on, in-your-mouth, I've-needed-you-for-so-long kiss. I almost melted in his arms right then and there.
And then someone interrupted us, very rudely might I add.
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