I Was Meant To Be With You Three..., chapter 24
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Sam's P.O.V.
A month late I was let out. My ankle was fine, just needed to wear a small bandage, just in case I hurt it again. My face looked a hell of a lot better. No big bruise anymore and no more scratches. My arm. Now that was a different story. They still wanted to keep me in that place cause of that. It was still pretty bad, but would heal up rather fast if I took Novacaine for a bit longer.
Ha. Novacaine. Always liked that name, thought it was something different. That's why I wrote a song about it. I called it 'Give Me Novacaine' and even came up with the guitar chords for it. I do my best to play it, but my right arm still hurts, even though I'm just moving it up and down over the strings. The guys like it, so I think that's good. And Billie Joe doesn't get to steal all of the vocals from me, cause I finally get to sing the whole song by myself. I get to sing Are We The Waiting by myself too, but Mike, Tre and Billie Joe get to sing the chorus. St. Jimmy me and Billie Joe share it equally, but that just a fun song, so it's no big deal really.
I stayed at Benji's the other day. Even with my injured arm, we still had a great night. The other guys know, but try their best not to talk about it. They are so jealous. I'm planning on going back there soon. But I think I might have to break up with him. He's a great guy and everything, but... thins just aren't working out. And I'm falling for Tre again. Shit. I can't believe I just thought that. Billie Joe's cell phone is going off. Again.
"Answer that damn thing before I kill you! I'm trying to sleep!" I yelled and Billie Joe mumbled something back. I think he called me a bitch and wasn't answering it.
"2 Dollar Bill! Answer your phone!" Tre shouted, backing me up and using Billie Joe's old nickname.
"Okay! Fine!" Billie Joe gave in and rolled off the couch and onto the floor, making a large thump. "Ow." He searched for his phone and answered it. "What? Yeah... Sure... Bye." Billie Joe collapsed on the floor and fell asleep straight away.
"I have a feeling we'll never know what that was about," Mike groaned from the other couch. He threw his blankets off onto the floor and looked for the remote.
"Why is it first thing you do in the morning is look for the remote?" I wondered and Mike shrugged as he picked it up and turned on the TV.
"I'm a male. I can't help it," he said and I rolled my eyes, making him smile. I started my usual arm exercises, trying to move it just that little bit more. I couldn't write or do anything with my right arm cause my fingers wouldn't move.
"Someone kick Billie Joe for me," Tre said as he got up and grabbed Billie Joe's phone. "Our manager. Wonder what that was about."
"We'll never know unless someone kicks him," Mike said while looking to see if his fav cartoon was on.
"Fine," Tre said and kicked Billie Joe as he walked past him. Billie Joe woke up and saw Tre walking away.
"I will get you for that Tre," he said, but didn't get up. He was obviously quite happy on the floor. Which was very unusual.
"You're a freak, Billie Joe," I said as I got up.
"Gee thanks, you just made my day," he said with a fake grin.
"What was that call about?" Mike asked as he found his second favourite cartoon on TV and stopped surfing the channels.
"Oh, there's this gig thing that our manager signed us up for. It's just a yearly fair thing, and they want us to play for a bit. We get paid a lot though," Billie Joe answered.
"When's it on?" I questioned and he moaned.
"Dunno. I've forgotten."
"How can you forget something in a few seconds?" Mike said, obviously annoyed.
"How am I supposed to know? I've forgotten that too! I can only, at the moment, think of what I dreamed of last night," Billie Joe said and I rolled my eyes. If he has a good dream he won't shut up about it and usually, as you can tell, forgets important stuff.
"You had better remember!" Tre said in a threatening voice. "Otherwise I'll have to steal your future girlfriend again!"
"Wow, look at that! I think I'm remembering something," Billie Joe said and tried his best to think back to the conversation. "Uh, 7! 3 days from now!"
"Wow, you remembered," I said as I picked up two of my shirts and my dark jeans off the floor. One of the shirts was Benji's favourite and those jeans were also his favourite. I had to wear them, his last image of me. I was about to hop in the shower when my cell phone started ringing. It was Benji wondering what time I was coming over. I said I'd be there at 8. That only gave me just over 8 hours to get ready, but I could do it.
"See ya Sam!" Tre said giving me a friendly hug at ten to eight.
"Hey! I'm going away for a night, not a week or something!" I said as I started finding it hard to breathe. "Tre, ow, let me go... "
"Sorry," Tre said and let me go. I took in big breaths as a joke and he smiled. I walked out the door and got a taxi to Benji's hotel room. The rest of Good Charlotte were finally going out and getting drunk and having fun: the perfect opportunity for Benji and me.
"Hey," he said as I shut the door behind me. I walked over to him and placed my hands on his broad shoulders and he put his hands on my waist.
"Hey," I said back and started to make out passionately with him. Before I knew it, Joel had walked in on us (drunk) at one o'clock in the morning.
"Whoa... " he managed to say as he saw us. "I'll... come back... later." He stumbled back out and Benji smiled.
"He won't even remember tomorrow." We finally got to sleep at about five and at midday Benji got up to have a shower. I quickly got changed, knowing he was still very tired and would be at least half an hour in the shower. I got a piece of paper and a pen and wrote Benji a note.
Benji
We moved to fast from the start. It only took us a month before things were really moving. I thank you, though, cause I loved those moments.
But since we were too fast getting together, it now ends too fast.
I enjoyed every minute with you, and I'll never forget you. Don't ever forget the wonderful times we shared. Maybe we'll just be friends now.
L.O.H. (Lots Of Hugs!) Sam
I picked up my jacket and walked out of the hotel room. I heard the shower turn off. I sighed and started to walk down the hallway.
A month late I was let out. My ankle was fine, just needed to wear a small bandage, just in case I hurt it again. My face looked a hell of a lot better. No big bruise anymore and no more scratches. My arm. Now that was a different story. They still wanted to keep me in that place cause of that. It was still pretty bad, but would heal up rather fast if I took Novacaine for a bit longer.
Ha. Novacaine. Always liked that name, thought it was something different. That's why I wrote a song about it. I called it 'Give Me Novacaine' and even came up with the guitar chords for it. I do my best to play it, but my right arm still hurts, even though I'm just moving it up and down over the strings. The guys like it, so I think that's good. And Billie Joe doesn't get to steal all of the vocals from me, cause I finally get to sing the whole song by myself. I get to sing Are We The Waiting by myself too, but Mike, Tre and Billie Joe get to sing the chorus. St. Jimmy me and Billie Joe share it equally, but that just a fun song, so it's no big deal really.
I stayed at Benji's the other day. Even with my injured arm, we still had a great night. The other guys know, but try their best not to talk about it. They are so jealous. I'm planning on going back there soon. But I think I might have to break up with him. He's a great guy and everything, but... thins just aren't working out. And I'm falling for Tre again. Shit. I can't believe I just thought that. Billie Joe's cell phone is going off. Again.
"Answer that damn thing before I kill you! I'm trying to sleep!" I yelled and Billie Joe mumbled something back. I think he called me a bitch and wasn't answering it.
"2 Dollar Bill! Answer your phone!" Tre shouted, backing me up and using Billie Joe's old nickname.
"Okay! Fine!" Billie Joe gave in and rolled off the couch and onto the floor, making a large thump. "Ow." He searched for his phone and answered it. "What? Yeah... Sure... Bye." Billie Joe collapsed on the floor and fell asleep straight away.
"I have a feeling we'll never know what that was about," Mike groaned from the other couch. He threw his blankets off onto the floor and looked for the remote.
"Why is it first thing you do in the morning is look for the remote?" I wondered and Mike shrugged as he picked it up and turned on the TV.
"I'm a male. I can't help it," he said and I rolled my eyes, making him smile. I started my usual arm exercises, trying to move it just that little bit more. I couldn't write or do anything with my right arm cause my fingers wouldn't move.
"Someone kick Billie Joe for me," Tre said as he got up and grabbed Billie Joe's phone. "Our manager. Wonder what that was about."
"We'll never know unless someone kicks him," Mike said while looking to see if his fav cartoon was on.
"Fine," Tre said and kicked Billie Joe as he walked past him. Billie Joe woke up and saw Tre walking away.
"I will get you for that Tre," he said, but didn't get up. He was obviously quite happy on the floor. Which was very unusual.
"You're a freak, Billie Joe," I said as I got up.
"Gee thanks, you just made my day," he said with a fake grin.
"What was that call about?" Mike asked as he found his second favourite cartoon on TV and stopped surfing the channels.
"Oh, there's this gig thing that our manager signed us up for. It's just a yearly fair thing, and they want us to play for a bit. We get paid a lot though," Billie Joe answered.
"When's it on?" I questioned and he moaned.
"Dunno. I've forgotten."
"How can you forget something in a few seconds?" Mike said, obviously annoyed.
"How am I supposed to know? I've forgotten that too! I can only, at the moment, think of what I dreamed of last night," Billie Joe said and I rolled my eyes. If he has a good dream he won't shut up about it and usually, as you can tell, forgets important stuff.
"You had better remember!" Tre said in a threatening voice. "Otherwise I'll have to steal your future girlfriend again!"
"Wow, look at that! I think I'm remembering something," Billie Joe said and tried his best to think back to the conversation. "Uh, 7! 3 days from now!"
"Wow, you remembered," I said as I picked up two of my shirts and my dark jeans off the floor. One of the shirts was Benji's favourite and those jeans were also his favourite. I had to wear them, his last image of me. I was about to hop in the shower when my cell phone started ringing. It was Benji wondering what time I was coming over. I said I'd be there at 8. That only gave me just over 8 hours to get ready, but I could do it.
"See ya Sam!" Tre said giving me a friendly hug at ten to eight.
"Hey! I'm going away for a night, not a week or something!" I said as I started finding it hard to breathe. "Tre, ow, let me go... "
"Sorry," Tre said and let me go. I took in big breaths as a joke and he smiled. I walked out the door and got a taxi to Benji's hotel room. The rest of Good Charlotte were finally going out and getting drunk and having fun: the perfect opportunity for Benji and me.
"Hey," he said as I shut the door behind me. I walked over to him and placed my hands on his broad shoulders and he put his hands on my waist.
"Hey," I said back and started to make out passionately with him. Before I knew it, Joel had walked in on us (drunk) at one o'clock in the morning.
"Whoa... " he managed to say as he saw us. "I'll... come back... later." He stumbled back out and Benji smiled.
"He won't even remember tomorrow." We finally got to sleep at about five and at midday Benji got up to have a shower. I quickly got changed, knowing he was still very tired and would be at least half an hour in the shower. I got a piece of paper and a pen and wrote Benji a note.
Benji
We moved to fast from the start. It only took us a month before things were really moving. I thank you, though, cause I loved those moments.
But since we were too fast getting together, it now ends too fast.
I enjoyed every minute with you, and I'll never forget you. Don't ever forget the wonderful times we shared. Maybe we'll just be friends now.
L.O.H. (Lots Of Hugs!) Sam
I picked up my jacket and walked out of the hotel room. I heard the shower turn off. I sighed and started to walk down the hallway.
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