What Did I Ever Do To You?, chapter 2
July, 1988
"Hey, Bill, come back with my beer!" Mike called after Billie as he was chasing the guitar player around the house, trying to catch his beer after Billie had taken it.
"Holly! Block him!" Mike called to me as Billie shot through the living room again. I made no attempt to block Billie, because I was literally on the floor, laughing.
"Excuse me, Miss, but did I not ask you to do something?" Mike stood over me with a cocky smile on his face.
"No, you never did," I said, also smiling.
"Well, come on then, I guess we have to trudge to the kitchen to get our own beers, since a certain guitar player won't give me back MY OWN BEER!" Mike called and helped me up. We made our way into the kitchen. But before we could go in, Billie was on the other side of the wall and when I walked through the doorway (I was in front of Mike) Billie spilled half of Mike's beer on me, and then shot around the corner, drinking the other half, and laughing at the same time.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" I screamed and ran after him, through the house, just like Mike had done. My hair was dripping with beer, my shirt covered in it, and my arms only slightly wet with the alcohol.
I ran into the bathroom then and locked the door. I could hear Billie on the other side, pounding on the door, still laughing, but eventually went away. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyeliner was smudged, my hair was as tight around my face as it possible could without looking like it was glued there, and I decided then that I needed to take a shower. I slowly opened the door, and creeped out into the hallway. I heard Mike and Billie laughing in the kitchen, obviously getting drunk. I decided to play a trick on them and scream in the hallway. Then I quickly got in the bathroom and locked the door, all without a sound.
Mike and Billie came upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. I opened.
"Yes?" I asked as I opened the door and leaned on the frame.
"What was that sound?" Mike asked.
"What sound?"
"The sound we just heard!" Billie said.
"Well I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, walking past them and out the front door.
"NOW WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Billie asked as he scrambled after me.
"Home," I said simply, walking down his driveway. But Billie was quick behind me.
"Why? Was it the beer? Look, I'm -" Billie started, but I turned around and cut him off.
"Look, Billie, I'm going home BECAUSE you spilled beer on me. To get some clothes and take a shower. If you want, I can come back," I said.
"Well, only your shirt is covered in beer. You can borrow one of mine." Billie said, leaning on the air as if it was the hood of a car and smiling a lopsided smile.
"Alright, Billie Joe, if you REALLY want me to stay..." I said, and headed back inside. When I reached the kitchen, I found Mike sitting on the kitchen table, completely trashed. I laughed and headed upstairs.
***
After my shower, I felt extremely better, and, still wearing my towel, I creeped out into the hall and walked silently into Billie's room. I opened the door and screamed.
"OH MY GOD! I'M SO SORRY BILLIE!" I said. I had just walked in on Billie changing himself, and although he still had his boxers on, he had no shirt.
"It's alriiiiiight," Billie slurred, making me realize that he also was completely drunk.
I stepped over to the closet and unhung a small shirt from Billie's closet.
I turned around and Billie was right in my face. Well, not exactly, I was about 3 or 4 inches shorter than him, but still. He was right next to me, although we didn't touch. Then Billie crashed his lips down on mine. I could taste a scent of alcohol on him, and I didn't react to the kiss. I was in complete shock. When Billie pulled away, I just slipped under one of his arms and walked back to the bathroom to get changed.
When I had finished changing, I left the bathroom and went down in the kitchen, figuring that if they were both drunk, it wouldn't hurt to have one bottle of alcohol in me. I sat down at the kitchen table, and chugged a whole bottle of beer. My head felt slightly dizzy, but the sensation soon passed.
I walked into the living room to find Mike sitting on the couch, mumbling to himself. When I sat down next to him, he didn't notice. Now, me, being slightly drunk, listened in on what he was saying.
"She was there...I saw her...how could she leave me?...I love her...but what's going on?...Billie can't love her too...he just can't...he knows I'm the only one... who can love her like nobody else..." I heard Mike murmur. I had no idea who it was that he loved and didn't want Billie to love, so I decided to fall asleep on the floor, figuring that Mike would take the couch. Within about 10 minutes, I wasn't going to be woken up anytime soon.
***
I woke up to snoring in my ear, and a head on my stomach.
Billie's head was on my stomach, using it as a pillow, and Mike's head was right next to mine, only his body was the opposite way of mine.
I slowly got up, not disturbing Billie in the process, and made my way into the kitchen. I pulled out two aspirin pills and I got two glasses of water, and set them on the table next to the T.V. with a note describing where I was going:
Billie and Mike,
I went back to my house. I couldn't stay, besides my dog would kill me if it hadn't eaten at least once today. Please don't call or come over. I'm fine and I'll call you later.
Love Ya!!! -Holly
And I stepped out the front door and walked the two blocks back to my house.
I reached my house and got the mail, seeing as it would just keep piling up in the mailbox and the mail carrier would get mad at me. I DID NOT need another person yelling at my mistakes.
I opened my front door and set the mail down. I grabbed a bag of Cheeto's and sat down on the couch with a book.
Truth was, I had no dog, but that was just another lie to cover up what I really had. It's not like Billie and Mike would care, though. They thought I was their friend, and I am, in a sense. They think they know all about me, but they only know what I've told them, which about half was complete crap. It's not like I didn't want them to be my friends, but I didn't want them to know all about me. It's not business they need to know, anyway.
After about a chapter of my book, I looked over to the mail pile, and started scanning through it, seeing if anything was worth my time. I looked at one particular envelope and almost screamed. But I knew I couldn't.
I stared at the envelope, part in disbelief, part in hope, and part of me expecting rejection.
I opened it and read the letter, now knowing that I was going to the University of Michigan by September!!!
"Hey, Bill, come back with my beer!" Mike called after Billie as he was chasing the guitar player around the house, trying to catch his beer after Billie had taken it.
"Holly! Block him!" Mike called to me as Billie shot through the living room again. I made no attempt to block Billie, because I was literally on the floor, laughing.
"Excuse me, Miss, but did I not ask you to do something?" Mike stood over me with a cocky smile on his face.
"No, you never did," I said, also smiling.
"Well, come on then, I guess we have to trudge to the kitchen to get our own beers, since a certain guitar player won't give me back MY OWN BEER!" Mike called and helped me up. We made our way into the kitchen. But before we could go in, Billie was on the other side of the wall and when I walked through the doorway (I was in front of Mike) Billie spilled half of Mike's beer on me, and then shot around the corner, drinking the other half, and laughing at the same time.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" I screamed and ran after him, through the house, just like Mike had done. My hair was dripping with beer, my shirt covered in it, and my arms only slightly wet with the alcohol.
I ran into the bathroom then and locked the door. I could hear Billie on the other side, pounding on the door, still laughing, but eventually went away. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyeliner was smudged, my hair was as tight around my face as it possible could without looking like it was glued there, and I decided then that I needed to take a shower. I slowly opened the door, and creeped out into the hallway. I heard Mike and Billie laughing in the kitchen, obviously getting drunk. I decided to play a trick on them and scream in the hallway. Then I quickly got in the bathroom and locked the door, all without a sound.
Mike and Billie came upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. I opened.
"Yes?" I asked as I opened the door and leaned on the frame.
"What was that sound?" Mike asked.
"What sound?"
"The sound we just heard!" Billie said.
"Well I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, walking past them and out the front door.
"NOW WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Billie asked as he scrambled after me.
"Home," I said simply, walking down his driveway. But Billie was quick behind me.
"Why? Was it the beer? Look, I'm -" Billie started, but I turned around and cut him off.
"Look, Billie, I'm going home BECAUSE you spilled beer on me. To get some clothes and take a shower. If you want, I can come back," I said.
"Well, only your shirt is covered in beer. You can borrow one of mine." Billie said, leaning on the air as if it was the hood of a car and smiling a lopsided smile.
"Alright, Billie Joe, if you REALLY want me to stay..." I said, and headed back inside. When I reached the kitchen, I found Mike sitting on the kitchen table, completely trashed. I laughed and headed upstairs.
***
After my shower, I felt extremely better, and, still wearing my towel, I creeped out into the hall and walked silently into Billie's room. I opened the door and screamed.
"OH MY GOD! I'M SO SORRY BILLIE!" I said. I had just walked in on Billie changing himself, and although he still had his boxers on, he had no shirt.
"It's alriiiiiight," Billie slurred, making me realize that he also was completely drunk.
I stepped over to the closet and unhung a small shirt from Billie's closet.
I turned around and Billie was right in my face. Well, not exactly, I was about 3 or 4 inches shorter than him, but still. He was right next to me, although we didn't touch. Then Billie crashed his lips down on mine. I could taste a scent of alcohol on him, and I didn't react to the kiss. I was in complete shock. When Billie pulled away, I just slipped under one of his arms and walked back to the bathroom to get changed.
When I had finished changing, I left the bathroom and went down in the kitchen, figuring that if they were both drunk, it wouldn't hurt to have one bottle of alcohol in me. I sat down at the kitchen table, and chugged a whole bottle of beer. My head felt slightly dizzy, but the sensation soon passed.
I walked into the living room to find Mike sitting on the couch, mumbling to himself. When I sat down next to him, he didn't notice. Now, me, being slightly drunk, listened in on what he was saying.
"She was there...I saw her...how could she leave me?...I love her...but what's going on?...Billie can't love her too...he just can't...he knows I'm the only one... who can love her like nobody else..." I heard Mike murmur. I had no idea who it was that he loved and didn't want Billie to love, so I decided to fall asleep on the floor, figuring that Mike would take the couch. Within about 10 minutes, I wasn't going to be woken up anytime soon.
***
I woke up to snoring in my ear, and a head on my stomach.
Billie's head was on my stomach, using it as a pillow, and Mike's head was right next to mine, only his body was the opposite way of mine.
I slowly got up, not disturbing Billie in the process, and made my way into the kitchen. I pulled out two aspirin pills and I got two glasses of water, and set them on the table next to the T.V. with a note describing where I was going:
Billie and Mike,
I went back to my house. I couldn't stay, besides my dog would kill me if it hadn't eaten at least once today. Please don't call or come over. I'm fine and I'll call you later.
Love Ya!!! -Holly
And I stepped out the front door and walked the two blocks back to my house.
I reached my house and got the mail, seeing as it would just keep piling up in the mailbox and the mail carrier would get mad at me. I DID NOT need another person yelling at my mistakes.
I opened my front door and set the mail down. I grabbed a bag of Cheeto's and sat down on the couch with a book.
Truth was, I had no dog, but that was just another lie to cover up what I really had. It's not like Billie and Mike would care, though. They thought I was their friend, and I am, in a sense. They think they know all about me, but they only know what I've told them, which about half was complete crap. It's not like I didn't want them to be my friends, but I didn't want them to know all about me. It's not business they need to know, anyway.
After about a chapter of my book, I looked over to the mail pile, and started scanning through it, seeing if anything was worth my time. I looked at one particular envelope and almost screamed. But I knew I couldn't.
I stared at the envelope, part in disbelief, part in hope, and part of me expecting rejection.
I opened it and read the letter, now knowing that I was going to the University of Michigan by September!!!
