Billie Joe is missing, and all I could find was this cat!, chapter 2
She wallowed in the waves of the air, slowly overtaking her with flight like sensations. Time sped up a little, and every touch from Front-man, every tickle of the mattress, felt like the touch of love. She loved it. This was better than anything Sydney had ever done. She rubbed her arms and legs all over, every touch feeling orgasmic. *Authors note: Based on the effects of real people*
The world spin and doubled. The effects began to wear off. Things beame a little more real. One thing though, was that she was sure the last thing she saw, before drifting into a light and soft sleep, was Front-man turning into Billie Joe.
Hours and hours passed, as Sydney finally found herself opning her eyes to a dark room. She was definately not where she was before. "Sydney?" She heard a familiar voice say. There was a small creak, and a flicker of light came on, reaveling a motel room, but not the face of the speaker. Holy shit, What the hell... She thought to herself, sitting up from the cushioned bed.
"I need to talk to you." The speaker said, revealing himself as a scruffy looking Billie Joe in need of a shave and some hair gel.
"What the hell? Why am I here? Why are you with me? -gasp- Where Have you been!?" Sydney yelled, in shock.
"Calm down, I'll answer that in time, but first tell me what you think you're doing when you do this?" Billie said, lifting the sleeve of her hoodie to where the dried blood of earlier sprawled all over her skin settled.
"Why do I need to explain? How do you know what I did?" Sydney said, slightly more calm.
"I saw you do it, okay?" He said, sitting next to her and stroking the bloody patches on her arm gently.
"I did it to get rid off the emotional pain..." Sydney said, in shock a bit.
Billie began to take her hand in his and gently glide it against his cheek.
"Why would you do such a thing to such a pretty body? Please stop?" Billie said, soft and calm. Sydney drew her hand back.
"I can't," Sydney whispered. "I-I'm.. I'm dependant..." She was a bit surprised in her ability to admit this to her idol.
"And what about the drugs?" Billie asked, a worried fatherly look in his eyes.
"Those were... just an experiment... For kicks," She said, embarassed on second thought.
"You know the first time I ever even tried things like that I was 19? And even now it's a regret," Billie said.
Sydney was begginig to get annoyed.
"I answered your questions, now answer mine! Where have you been?" She asked
"I was with you." He replied.
"Sure, cause that makes sense, where were you? In the fucking cat? Because it's so easy just to leave your family and hang out with the kid down the street!" Sydney mocked, a little hurt in some strange way that the man she wished to see every day was saying he was never gone when she knew quite well that he was gone.
The world spin and doubled. The effects began to wear off. Things beame a little more real. One thing though, was that she was sure the last thing she saw, before drifting into a light and soft sleep, was Front-man turning into Billie Joe.
Hours and hours passed, as Sydney finally found herself opning her eyes to a dark room. She was definately not where she was before. "Sydney?" She heard a familiar voice say. There was a small creak, and a flicker of light came on, reaveling a motel room, but not the face of the speaker. Holy shit, What the hell... She thought to herself, sitting up from the cushioned bed.
"I need to talk to you." The speaker said, revealing himself as a scruffy looking Billie Joe in need of a shave and some hair gel.
"What the hell? Why am I here? Why are you with me? -gasp- Where Have you been!?" Sydney yelled, in shock.
"Calm down, I'll answer that in time, but first tell me what you think you're doing when you do this?" Billie said, lifting the sleeve of her hoodie to where the dried blood of earlier sprawled all over her skin settled.
"Why do I need to explain? How do you know what I did?" Sydney said, slightly more calm.
"I saw you do it, okay?" He said, sitting next to her and stroking the bloody patches on her arm gently.
"I did it to get rid off the emotional pain..." Sydney said, in shock a bit.
Billie began to take her hand in his and gently glide it against his cheek.
"Why would you do such a thing to such a pretty body? Please stop?" Billie said, soft and calm. Sydney drew her hand back.
"I can't," Sydney whispered. "I-I'm.. I'm dependant..." She was a bit surprised in her ability to admit this to her idol.
"And what about the drugs?" Billie asked, a worried fatherly look in his eyes.
"Those were... just an experiment... For kicks," She said, embarassed on second thought.
"You know the first time I ever even tried things like that I was 19? And even now it's a regret," Billie said.
Sydney was begginig to get annoyed.
"I answered your questions, now answer mine! Where have you been?" She asked
"I was with you." He replied.
"Sure, cause that makes sense, where were you? In the fucking cat? Because it's so easy just to leave your family and hang out with the kid down the street!" Sydney mocked, a little hurt in some strange way that the man she wished to see every day was saying he was never gone when she knew quite well that he was gone.
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