Sex, Drugs and Taco Bell, chapter 3
I sat down on the couch lazily. My arm stretched over for the remote and curled my legs up underneath me. I wrapped the black furry cushion around me and clung onto it. A button on the remote was pressed, bringing the television to life. My lips formed a smile as the music channel blasted Warning. As they ended with the beating of the powerful drums, I sighed. I was happy, yet sad. The ticking of the clock echoed round the room as songs paused on the television. I was curled up at the edge of the couch. I sighed quietly.
My phone started to ring and my eyes snapped open with a jolt.
"Hello?"
"Oh thank goodness, I need picking up." Moon's voice sounded into my ear.
"What? Why?"
"My car's broken down. Please, hurry." She hung up and with the press of a button, the monotonous tone stopped. I pulled my shoes on quickly and grabbed my keys. I ran down the apartment stairs, skipping every other step then pulled the car door open and realised I had my guitar on my back.
"Shit!" It was too late to take it back upstairs. I shrugged to myself and flung it in, jumping into the small car and twisted the keys in the ignition. I drove down to the coffee house and parked in a side street.
I got out of the car and looked at my guitar. No way was I leaving that in there. I took it out and slung it over my shoulder. So, I walked in, jangling my keys. I pushed the door open and saw Moon there. She was talking to Tré. Billie saw me and came over.
"Hey! Didn't expect to see you back so soon."
"Heh, yeah, I live with Moon."
"Oh, cool." His eyes flickered over to my guitar. They shone with delight. "You play guitar?!"
"Uhm, yeah."
"Wow, that's awesome." He was grinning from ear to ear. Like a kid with chocolate.
"Yeah, I love playing." I looked up at him and he beamed at me.
Billie's P.O.V.
Why did I want to kiss her? Just take her in my arms and kiss her. I shook my head slightly and told myself to shut the fuck up. I'm married to a wonderful woman. The love of my life. Adie came into my head and I smiled. Until her memory slipped into a picture of Lizzie.
"What the fuck?!" I said aloud. She turned her head up and looked at me.
"Wha...?" she said. I blushed. Shit!
"Oh, um, nothing."
".... Ok then..." she paused. The door opened again and I watched Tré smile as they sauntered in.
My phone started to ring and my eyes snapped open with a jolt.
"Hello?"
"Oh thank goodness, I need picking up." Moon's voice sounded into my ear.
"What? Why?"
"My car's broken down. Please, hurry." She hung up and with the press of a button, the monotonous tone stopped. I pulled my shoes on quickly and grabbed my keys. I ran down the apartment stairs, skipping every other step then pulled the car door open and realised I had my guitar on my back.
"Shit!" It was too late to take it back upstairs. I shrugged to myself and flung it in, jumping into the small car and twisted the keys in the ignition. I drove down to the coffee house and parked in a side street.
I got out of the car and looked at my guitar. No way was I leaving that in there. I took it out and slung it over my shoulder. So, I walked in, jangling my keys. I pushed the door open and saw Moon there. She was talking to Tré. Billie saw me and came over.
"Hey! Didn't expect to see you back so soon."
"Heh, yeah, I live with Moon."
"Oh, cool." His eyes flickered over to my guitar. They shone with delight. "You play guitar?!"
"Uhm, yeah."
"Wow, that's awesome." He was grinning from ear to ear. Like a kid with chocolate.
"Yeah, I love playing." I looked up at him and he beamed at me.
Billie's P.O.V.
Why did I want to kiss her? Just take her in my arms and kiss her. I shook my head slightly and told myself to shut the fuck up. I'm married to a wonderful woman. The love of my life. Adie came into my head and I smiled. Until her memory slipped into a picture of Lizzie.
"What the fuck?!" I said aloud. She turned her head up and looked at me.
"Wha...?" she said. I blushed. Shit!
"Oh, um, nothing."
".... Ok then..." she paused. The door opened again and I watched Tré smile as they sauntered in.
