Whatshername?, chapter 1
[b]Billie's P.O.V. 10:30am
Shit, not again. I swallow the paracetamol and rub the sleep out of my eyes. I told Tre to make sure I didn't drink too much last night... yeah... Tre... sensible... maybe not one of my better ideas. We were celebrating the release of American Idiot, it went down really well... I think. Adie didn't come, things haven't been too great between us recently. God, I love her. I've been pretty stressed about this new album and have been getting pissed most nights and have had killer hangovers in the mornings. This morning is a classic example. I think I'm still pissed, I don't even recognise the room I'm in, but nothing's really in focus.
I turn over to face the back of the naked body lying next to me. Adie's never looked so beautiful. I stroke her back. Every day I tell I'm sorry, that I didn't mean to hurt her. I think she listens but just for once I want her to believe me. She murmurs as she turns over to face me, our noses touching.
Holy shit. What have I done?!
Adie's P.O.V.
Billie didn't come home last night... again. Probably fell into some gutter last night, completely plastered. I'm just waiting for a call, not from Billie, it'd be a fucking miracle if he called. I usually get a call from Mike, he usually finds him and brings him home.
Billie's been drinking too much lately. He says it was just because of the new album, so now that it's finished he should stop, right? He'll have to, I can't take much more of it. It was bad enough when the band were in the studio for months, but some of the nights he could have spent at home with his family he spent getting shitfaced. I love him but if this continues i wont be able to stand many more mornings just sitting here, waiting...
Billie's P.O.V. 10:35am
I scrabble out of the bed. I'm sweating but I feel so fucking cold. I'm shaking. Where the fuck am I? Who's she? She murmurs my name, telling me to come back to bed. Great, how drunk was I last night? She knows who I am, but who the fuck... I don't care. The headache's worse than ever. The paracetamol didn't help, if anything it just made it worse. I run a hand through my hair as I look down at the floor. My clothes are there. I realise that I'm standing there in my boxers. As I frantically try to pull on my black jeans and shirt I think of Adie... and the boys... waiting for me... it's then that I throw up on the bedroom floor.
I run out of the bedroom door, tripping over her clothes which are strewn down the hallway. As I head towards the front door, I catch sight of myself in a mirror. Christ, I look a fucking mess. Tears are running down my face over lipstick stains. I try to rub them off but they just appear more obvious as large red smudges. There's one on my neck... Jesus, a love bite. I scream as a draw back my fist and smash the mirror.
I run out the door, my knuckles bleeding. I'm in an apartment building. I run down the staircase. I kept running. I hear a woman calling after me. It could be her voice, but I wouldn't know. I don't stop running until my cell rings in my pocket.
"... hello" I answer, out of breath.
"Billie? Where the fuck are you?" It's Mike. Thank God. Someone I know.
"... I.. I don't know"
"Try and find out where, I'll come and get you."
"No... I'll get a cab... It'll be quicker..."
"Look, Adie's here waiting for you. She wants to speak to you"
Adie...
Then she speaks "Billie?... What's happened?"
Shit, not again. I swallow the paracetamol and rub the sleep out of my eyes. I told Tre to make sure I didn't drink too much last night... yeah... Tre... sensible... maybe not one of my better ideas. We were celebrating the release of American Idiot, it went down really well... I think. Adie didn't come, things haven't been too great between us recently. God, I love her. I've been pretty stressed about this new album and have been getting pissed most nights and have had killer hangovers in the mornings. This morning is a classic example. I think I'm still pissed, I don't even recognise the room I'm in, but nothing's really in focus.
I turn over to face the back of the naked body lying next to me. Adie's never looked so beautiful. I stroke her back. Every day I tell I'm sorry, that I didn't mean to hurt her. I think she listens but just for once I want her to believe me. She murmurs as she turns over to face me, our noses touching.
Holy shit. What have I done?!
Adie's P.O.V.
Billie didn't come home last night... again. Probably fell into some gutter last night, completely plastered. I'm just waiting for a call, not from Billie, it'd be a fucking miracle if he called. I usually get a call from Mike, he usually finds him and brings him home.
Billie's been drinking too much lately. He says it was just because of the new album, so now that it's finished he should stop, right? He'll have to, I can't take much more of it. It was bad enough when the band were in the studio for months, but some of the nights he could have spent at home with his family he spent getting shitfaced. I love him but if this continues i wont be able to stand many more mornings just sitting here, waiting...
Billie's P.O.V. 10:35am
I scrabble out of the bed. I'm sweating but I feel so fucking cold. I'm shaking. Where the fuck am I? Who's she? She murmurs my name, telling me to come back to bed. Great, how drunk was I last night? She knows who I am, but who the fuck... I don't care. The headache's worse than ever. The paracetamol didn't help, if anything it just made it worse. I run a hand through my hair as I look down at the floor. My clothes are there. I realise that I'm standing there in my boxers. As I frantically try to pull on my black jeans and shirt I think of Adie... and the boys... waiting for me... it's then that I throw up on the bedroom floor.
I run out of the bedroom door, tripping over her clothes which are strewn down the hallway. As I head towards the front door, I catch sight of myself in a mirror. Christ, I look a fucking mess. Tears are running down my face over lipstick stains. I try to rub them off but they just appear more obvious as large red smudges. There's one on my neck... Jesus, a love bite. I scream as a draw back my fist and smash the mirror.
I run out the door, my knuckles bleeding. I'm in an apartment building. I run down the staircase. I kept running. I hear a woman calling after me. It could be her voice, but I wouldn't know. I don't stop running until my cell rings in my pocket.
"... hello" I answer, out of breath.
"Billie? Where the fuck are you?" It's Mike. Thank God. Someone I know.
"... I.. I don't know"
"Try and find out where, I'll come and get you."
"No... I'll get a cab... It'll be quicker..."
"Look, Adie's here waiting for you. She wants to speak to you"
Adie...
Then she speaks "Billie?... What's happened?"
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