All Of This, chapter 6

It was a little after midnight. The storm never did blow over. All the new couple did was sit around, and talk. It was a nice, calming way to relax. Listening to the rain pitter-patter against the windows, and hearing the thunder come in with loud clashes. Nature had always mezmerized Esmee, as well as Billie Joe. It was a sweet way to sit back, and enjoy the kind silence of...

"Shut your mouth, Tre," Billie sighed.

"But talking is a great way to become the center of attention!" Tre whined.

"It's one in the morning," Esmee muttered. "People get tired around this time. So shut up."

"But you guys are talking, so why can't I?"

"Because your conversations always have to be about sex, drugs, more drugs, girls, alcohol, and even more sex," she explained.

Tre got to his knees and begged. "Please! Give me one more chance! I promise I won't talk about any of that! PLEASE!"

"Fine," Billie Joe said. "Show us. Now,"

He tapped his chin a couple time before brightening up, a mind full of stuff to tell. "Hey!" Tre gasped. "Have you two done it oral or intercourse ye--"

"Out!" Esmee pointed down the hallway and sighed.

He lowered his head, and stood up, exiting the livingroom. After the two teenagers still on the couch heard Tre's bedroom door close, they went back to their chat about their highschool days. It was like the normal, happy conversations they always tended to have. Billie Joe caused Esmee to laugh numerous times. Only until he mentions a touchy subject, did her laughter subside.

Allowing her head to hang, she muttered, "I never had a relationship."

"Why?" Billie Joe enquired. "I don't understand who wouldn't wanna go out with you."

She blushed. "In my school you would."

"Oh, do explain," he insisted, sitting up.

"Well, I befriended a girl, named Julie, during the first grade when I went to Catholic School," Esmee continued. "We did everything together. In fifth grade, we both transferred to the same public school. Once she saw me out of a uniform, and to who I really was, Julie hated my guys. She spread rumors about me, saying I was a lesbian who used her to make friends. And the rest... was history."

"I see..." Billie muttered. "Wait a second--you went to Catholic school?"

"Kind of against my will," Esmee shrugged. "I never have been into God. My mom always said I was a mistake, so she wanted to bring me up right. Obviously it didn't go over so well."

Billie leaned over, and fell on top of Esmee. "You were brought up just fine."

He kissed her pale, button nose. She scrunched it as he pulled away. Billie laid the side of his head on her chest, breathing out a healthy sigh. Esmee yawned, creating a competition between the two, to see what noises came out of their mouths. He coughed, trying to hold in his laughter. She sneezed, while attempting to do the same. Then, there was silence.

Each let their eyes wander throughout the room, awaiting a creak of laughter of the next outgoing croak. Esmee's silver orbs landed on the analog clock that was above the television. It was getting close to four in the morning. Still no movement, or talking for that matter.

The silence started to become quite an uncomfortable situation. Esmee wanted to shift in her spot, but Billie's weight added too much pressure on her body to do so. For a moment, she even thought he fell asleep. Only until Billie Joe sucked in his stomach, letting out a loud belch.

Esmee couldn't help but to start laughing. Billie's head shot up. He looked into her eyes, smiling a smile caused by her happiness. As Esmee's laughter stopped, Billie Joe had let his head lay back down on her chest.

He chuckled, "Well, this is kinky."

"Just a little," Esmee muttered, setting her hand on his face. "So how many girlfriends have you had?"

"I kinda lost track... "

"That many, huh?" she questioned.

"Yeah... " Billie said. "The last girl I had a relationship with was before I dropped out of highschool. Her name was Chasity. Blonde, hazel eyes, cute--b-but not as cute as you, of course."

Esmee quirked an eyebrow at his recovery, "Nice save, Bill."

"It wasn't a save, I swear! I meant it," he exclaimed. "Hey, have you noticed it stopped storming out?"

"Don't change the subject."

"No, seriously," Billie Joe grabbed Esmee's hand and pulled her up with him. "Come on."

They sprinted out into the early, moist morning air. The oxygen they inhaled was cool and refreshing. As the sun started to slowly rise, you could see the dark clouds breaking apart. The birds began chirping, and the buds of the Morning Glories opened.

Smiles came to their faces, seeing how beautiful the morning was. It was still too early for them, seeing as how the couple had been up for a little over twenty-four hours.

Esmee stretched out her arms and yawned. "Okay, I'm going to bed."

She sped around on her heal, only to be stopped by Billie.

"Where do you think you're going?" he smirked before stealing a kiss.

* * *

"I love you... "
"I know you do, Luke... But I just can't love you back."


She sat there, on the couch with a tissue box cradled against her stomach. His arm laying across the back of her neck. "All My Children" was being played on the television that sat in the dimly lit room. They had slept half the day away, so the rest of the night was used to relax in.

Soap operas were always a good way to get Esmee to cry. Sure, it was depressing, but she always loved to let out her tears in this way. So many emotions were set free. It was like therapy, without the actual councelor.

Billie Joe didn't seem to be enjoying the show as much. He was just sitting there, half asleep, waiting for the hour long episode to end. As long as Esmee, or Holly for that matter, was with him, he'd be fine. Just fine.

Tre and Mike were watching the couple from the safety of the hallway. It was an easy way of talking about the pain and suffering Billie Joe was going through at the moment.

"God, he's in Hell right now," Mike shook his head shamelessly.

"I wish we could get him out of there," Tre said. "I feel bad for him."

"That's gotta be torture."

Tre sighed, "Poor dude."

He and Mike slowly walked back to their own rooms.

Minutes later, the ending credits came on, causing Esmee to shut off the television. It was dark, but light enough to see the black outline of someone's body. Billie joe sat up more, feeling Esmee's eyes on him. He didn't know what she was doing, or was planning on doing. He was beginning to get kind of antsy.

"Uh... Hol?"

"Yeah?"

"What're you doing?"

He heard shuffling on Esmee's side of the couch. "Laying down."

"Ahh... ," he sighed. "Why?"

"Comfort reasons," she stated.

"I see," Billie nodded. He gazed around the dark room.

It grew quiet. The silence lasted for only a few minutes, for two decided to strike up a conversation.

"So, Frank is Tre's real name?" Esmee questioned.

"Yeah," Billie Joe said, "His buddy, Larry gave him the name Tre Cool."

"And I have yet to understand why..." she trailed off.

"You'll realize why someday," he smiled surely.

"And what if I don't?" Esmee teased.

"Then, you'll be one, clueless chick," Billie muttered, climbing on top on her.

He laid upon Esmee's lips, a romantic kiss. It become bigger, and longer as every second flew by. Billie moved from her lips, down to her neck, causing Esmee to let out a small moan of pleasure. The hairs on Billie's back shot up in excitement. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, enjoying every minute of this passionate moment held between them.

Esmee began to feel her shirt being lifted off her stomach. She groaned a little more, knowing just as well where this was about to lead to. She didn't want it.

Jerking back, she pushed Billie Joe away, "Bill, I'm not ready."

He looked at her oddly, "Ready for what?"

"This," she said. "We only started our... relationship, yesterday. I think we should atleast wait awhile... "

Billie sighed in dissapointment, but he understood clearly what she meant, "You're right." He sat back up on his knees.

Esmee followed his movements, pushing and auburn lock out of her face. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he smiled, "If you didn't say anything, we could've made a big mistake." Billie pulled her in for a hug, softly kissing her forehead in the process. "I can wait. I can wait as long as need be."