Carpe Diem, chapter 5
"And I love you, Billee Jo Armstrong," I replied, staring just as intently into her deep emerald eyes. I tried to crane my head up to kiss her again, but ended up just pushing her mouth away since our foreheads were still pressed together. I instead shifted so I was leaning back on my elbows, and she was basically lying on top of me. Billee kissed me and my eyes slid closed as I fell into the kiss, licking the roof of her mouth until she started sucking on my tongue. "I love it when you do that," I moaned, barely an inch away from her lips with my eyes still closed. When I licked my lips, I could taste her on them.
"What time is it?" she asked finally.
I checked my watch. "8:00. We've got plenty of time till you've gotta be home." I shifted a third time so I was lying down with my arms folded behind my head. She lay down beside me with her head on my chest.
All of a sudden, music started playing. I raised my head and looked around to see a group of teenagers walking along the beach. From what I could see, it was three guys and a girl. One of them was carrying an acoustic guitar and they were all singing along to the chords she was playing; 1,000 Hours. Billee sat up and the two of us started singing too and apparently the group of four heard us, because they started towards us. I sat up and hooked an arm around Billee's neck while nuzzling my nose into the hollow between her neck and shoulder.
"You two know that song?" the girl asked.
"Of course," Billee answered.
"Cool," one of the guys said.
I started pecking at her neck and throat as the four people started walking away. "Let's go somewhere else," I murmured, my voice huskier than I expected.
"Where?"
"Mmm...My house," I sighed, "You drive." I fished the keys out of my pocket and dangled them in front of her as I continued kissing her neck. She took them from me and I got up, helped her up, and then started getting the food. Billee folded up the blanket and put it in the backseat, where I put the food, and then we got in my car. As she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, I leaned over the centre console and started kissing her neck and cheek again.
After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled into my driveway and turned off the car. I met her beside the path to the door, and I picked her up bridal style and carried her inside. I kicked off my shoes and she did the same, hers making a rather louder noise than mine, and then I carried her up the stairs. I slammed the door to my bedroom closed with my foot and set her down on my bed and then I climbed on top of her and kissed her. Her arms snaked around my neck while my hands found their way beneath her and started tugging at the knot at the small of her back.
***Billee Jo's POV***
At about eleven, I got up from a sleeping Tré's arms and wrapped the sheet around me and went out onto the balcony like I'd done last night. I leaned against the railing and pulled the sheet closer around me; it was cool to be wearing just a sheet.
"You alright?" Tré's voice sounded from behind me. I turned my head and there he was, standing in the doorway wearing just a pair of boxers.
I nodded silently. He came out onto the balcony and leaned on me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder. "Are you sure?"
I nodded again. "Just...thinking," I murmured.
"Mhm," he acknowledged my answer and rested his cheek on my shoulder. "You're taller than me."
"I know," I chuckled quietly. Tré pushed my hair around my shoulder so it was all on one side, and then kissed my bare neck. "Did I tell you Dad's got a band that needs a guitarist, singer and songwriter?"
"What's it to me?"
"It means I've got a job," I answered, "I'm going somewhere with my life now."
"Mmm, good for you," he muttered, and pushed away from me slightly to turn me around. He tugged gently at the sheet I was still holding close to me and I let one side of it fall open. His eyes were almost closed and he moved close to me again. He ran two fingers down my side, and I shivered.
Tré drove me home at about one. I went inside and up to my room; it seemed that everyone in the house was asleep as I closed my door and fell onto my bed, falling asleep almost immediately.
Sunday, July 2, 2006
I woke up when I fell off my bed. I sat up and looked around, seeing that it was 1 in the afternoon. I yawned and went downstairs, not noticing that I was still wearing my skirt and halter top from the night before. I stumbled into the kitchen, where Dad was reading the paper.
"Well, look who's finally up," he said. I groaned and muttered incoherent swears under my breath. "And speaking different languages, too." I gave him the finger as I poured myself a cup of coffee and then leaned against the counter, cupping my mug between both hands and sipping at the precious substance inside. "Have a nice time last night?"
"Yep," I yawned.
"Good." I nodded. "What time did you get home?"
"One," I mumbled.
"Before curfew."
"I don't see why you even impose a curfew," I grumbled, "It's not like I'm sixteen again and dating a kegger-attending guy who can't tell his ass from his face."
"Yea, but...curfew makes me feel like I've still got some control over you," Dad admitted.
"Right..." we were interrupted by the doorbell.
"I'll get it," Dad said, and left me in the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later holding a package, and read the return address. "I didn't order anything from Hot Topic."
He went to the drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors and was about to open it when I grabbed the package. "That's mine," I said, "Thanks."
"What is it?"
"My Halloween costume," I grinned, thinking of how surprised he was gonna be.
"What are you going to be this year?" he asked, smiling with glee. I had somehow always managed to outshine everyone else's costumes with my original ideas.
"You'll see," I said, and changed the subject, "What's going on today?"
"You're on your own," he answered, "I plan on sitting around and watching TV all day."
"I'll just call Tré," I shrugged, on my way out of the kitchen with my new clothes. I knew that would get him to do something.
"Wait, if you want we can go to the park or something," he called, following me.
"The park sounds fun." I smiled. "Lemme just take a shower, alright?"
"Ok, I'll wait by the door."
***Billie Joe's POV***
Sure, I could guess what she and Tré did last night, but, as she put it, it was her life, and she was no longer a minor, and she could make her own choices. Actually, I was almost positive of what she did that night; she was asleep until one, and she had fallen asleep in her clothes. I knew this would be happening...that doesn't mean I wanted it to, but what could I do?
It made me happy that she still wanted to do things with me; I'd heard of people whose kids, as soon as they turned about 12, wouldn't want to do anything with their parents. I loved hanging out with her; since we were exactly alike, we could connect with each other. And plus, she was my only daughter. I got to spoil her and that was cool too. I loved the look she got in her eye when I bought her something she wanted.
I went to the closet and got out a pair of big, dark sunglasses and a grey cabbie hat and pulled them on so no one would recognize me. Billee knew the drill, and she'd wear some type of disguise as well; we looked too much alike. She came down the stairs about twenty minutes later in a pair of black jeans and a grey top with a pair of sunglasses and a black fedora. We left and pretty much as soon as we were outside, she jumped on my back and I had to piggyback her all the way to the park.
"But you're the younger one," I whined, "You should be giving me a piggyback."
"Which is why you should be giving me the piggyback."
"You weigh a lot."
"I do not."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Whatever."
"That's right, flee from my wrath of fury!" she giggled.
"You're weird."
"You are."
"You are."
"You are."
"You are," I muttered.
"You know, I'm hungry," she said, "Is that little burger place still there?"
"Yep, you wanna stop there?"
"Yes please," she mumbled, resting her head on my shoulder. "And a sports store. I wanna get a soccer ball."
"You play soccer now?" I asked.
"When I get a chance," she shrugged, "There's a few fields in Boulder you can play at that always have a few people willing to join."
"That's cool."
"Yea," she agreed.
"If you like Boulder so much, why're you dropping out?" I asked.
"CU's a fucked-up place," she murmured, "And like I said, college isn't the place for me."
***Adrienne Armstrong's POV***
The two children, which they really are at heart, got back from wherever they were at about six. "Where were you two?" I asked, coming out of the kitchen where I'd been making dinner.
"Park," Billee Jo smiled, and then Billie Joe poked her in the side. "Hey!" He snickered and she started chasing after him.
"Slow down," I called, laughing at their antics.
***Tré's POV***
I was rocking out on my drums in Billie's basement when suddenly I heard a shriek and someone came bolting through the door, a second person on their tail. "Tré!" Billee's voice called, and she ran at me and jumped into my lap. The momentum she had combined with the weight made the stool tip over, and the two of us went flying off the platform. Billie started laughing as I groaned and sat up slowly. Billee was still lying on the ground, her hair spread out across the carpet, giggling and panting.
"What the Hell is up with you two?" I muttered, picking up the stool and setting it right.
"He poked me," Billee said, pointing at her father.
"No, you started it," he pouted, crossing his arms.
"Whatever," I mumbled, "You two are scary."
"We are?" Billie asked, looking blankly at his daughter, who was pouting while still lying on the floor.
"Are not," she grumbled, and then reached over and grabbed a trumpet that was sitting nearby. She licked her lips and started to play, still on the floor, a random jazzy tune blaring from the horn. She stopped and blinked at the trumpet for a moment before putting it down and reaching for the clarinet she'd discarded in this room a while ago. She wet the reed and then put it to her lips and let Für Elise flow through the body of the instrument.
"So, Tré, are you staying for dinner?" Billie asked when Billee put down her clarinet.
"Yep," I nodded.
Billee stood up and said, "I'm gonna go see who's online," and left.
Billie Joe came and stood in front of the drum set, which I was once again sitting behind. "Perfect," he muttered.
"What? What's perfect?" I asked, becoming a little nervous at the look on his face and realizing that I was sitting at the back of the room with no possible exit and no one to hear me if I screamed.
"What time is it?" she asked finally.
I checked my watch. "8:00. We've got plenty of time till you've gotta be home." I shifted a third time so I was lying down with my arms folded behind my head. She lay down beside me with her head on my chest.
All of a sudden, music started playing. I raised my head and looked around to see a group of teenagers walking along the beach. From what I could see, it was three guys and a girl. One of them was carrying an acoustic guitar and they were all singing along to the chords she was playing; 1,000 Hours. Billee sat up and the two of us started singing too and apparently the group of four heard us, because they started towards us. I sat up and hooked an arm around Billee's neck while nuzzling my nose into the hollow between her neck and shoulder.
"You two know that song?" the girl asked.
"Of course," Billee answered.
"Cool," one of the guys said.
I started pecking at her neck and throat as the four people started walking away. "Let's go somewhere else," I murmured, my voice huskier than I expected.
"Where?"
"Mmm...My house," I sighed, "You drive." I fished the keys out of my pocket and dangled them in front of her as I continued kissing her neck. She took them from me and I got up, helped her up, and then started getting the food. Billee folded up the blanket and put it in the backseat, where I put the food, and then we got in my car. As she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, I leaned over the centre console and started kissing her neck and cheek again.
After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled into my driveway and turned off the car. I met her beside the path to the door, and I picked her up bridal style and carried her inside. I kicked off my shoes and she did the same, hers making a rather louder noise than mine, and then I carried her up the stairs. I slammed the door to my bedroom closed with my foot and set her down on my bed and then I climbed on top of her and kissed her. Her arms snaked around my neck while my hands found their way beneath her and started tugging at the knot at the small of her back.
***Billee Jo's POV***
At about eleven, I got up from a sleeping Tré's arms and wrapped the sheet around me and went out onto the balcony like I'd done last night. I leaned against the railing and pulled the sheet closer around me; it was cool to be wearing just a sheet.
"You alright?" Tré's voice sounded from behind me. I turned my head and there he was, standing in the doorway wearing just a pair of boxers.
I nodded silently. He came out onto the balcony and leaned on me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder. "Are you sure?"
I nodded again. "Just...thinking," I murmured.
"Mhm," he acknowledged my answer and rested his cheek on my shoulder. "You're taller than me."
"I know," I chuckled quietly. Tré pushed my hair around my shoulder so it was all on one side, and then kissed my bare neck. "Did I tell you Dad's got a band that needs a guitarist, singer and songwriter?"
"What's it to me?"
"It means I've got a job," I answered, "I'm going somewhere with my life now."
"Mmm, good for you," he muttered, and pushed away from me slightly to turn me around. He tugged gently at the sheet I was still holding close to me and I let one side of it fall open. His eyes were almost closed and he moved close to me again. He ran two fingers down my side, and I shivered.
Tré drove me home at about one. I went inside and up to my room; it seemed that everyone in the house was asleep as I closed my door and fell onto my bed, falling asleep almost immediately.
Sunday, July 2, 2006
I woke up when I fell off my bed. I sat up and looked around, seeing that it was 1 in the afternoon. I yawned and went downstairs, not noticing that I was still wearing my skirt and halter top from the night before. I stumbled into the kitchen, where Dad was reading the paper.
"Well, look who's finally up," he said. I groaned and muttered incoherent swears under my breath. "And speaking different languages, too." I gave him the finger as I poured myself a cup of coffee and then leaned against the counter, cupping my mug between both hands and sipping at the precious substance inside. "Have a nice time last night?"
"Yep," I yawned.
"Good." I nodded. "What time did you get home?"
"One," I mumbled.
"Before curfew."
"I don't see why you even impose a curfew," I grumbled, "It's not like I'm sixteen again and dating a kegger-attending guy who can't tell his ass from his face."
"Yea, but...curfew makes me feel like I've still got some control over you," Dad admitted.
"Right..." we were interrupted by the doorbell.
"I'll get it," Dad said, and left me in the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later holding a package, and read the return address. "I didn't order anything from Hot Topic."
He went to the drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors and was about to open it when I grabbed the package. "That's mine," I said, "Thanks."
"What is it?"
"My Halloween costume," I grinned, thinking of how surprised he was gonna be.
"What are you going to be this year?" he asked, smiling with glee. I had somehow always managed to outshine everyone else's costumes with my original ideas.
"You'll see," I said, and changed the subject, "What's going on today?"
"You're on your own," he answered, "I plan on sitting around and watching TV all day."
"I'll just call Tré," I shrugged, on my way out of the kitchen with my new clothes. I knew that would get him to do something.
"Wait, if you want we can go to the park or something," he called, following me.
"The park sounds fun." I smiled. "Lemme just take a shower, alright?"
"Ok, I'll wait by the door."
***Billie Joe's POV***
Sure, I could guess what she and Tré did last night, but, as she put it, it was her life, and she was no longer a minor, and she could make her own choices. Actually, I was almost positive of what she did that night; she was asleep until one, and she had fallen asleep in her clothes. I knew this would be happening...that doesn't mean I wanted it to, but what could I do?
It made me happy that she still wanted to do things with me; I'd heard of people whose kids, as soon as they turned about 12, wouldn't want to do anything with their parents. I loved hanging out with her; since we were exactly alike, we could connect with each other. And plus, she was my only daughter. I got to spoil her and that was cool too. I loved the look she got in her eye when I bought her something she wanted.
I went to the closet and got out a pair of big, dark sunglasses and a grey cabbie hat and pulled them on so no one would recognize me. Billee knew the drill, and she'd wear some type of disguise as well; we looked too much alike. She came down the stairs about twenty minutes later in a pair of black jeans and a grey top with a pair of sunglasses and a black fedora. We left and pretty much as soon as we were outside, she jumped on my back and I had to piggyback her all the way to the park.
"But you're the younger one," I whined, "You should be giving me a piggyback."
"Which is why you should be giving me the piggyback."
"You weigh a lot."
"I do not."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Whatever."
"That's right, flee from my wrath of fury!" she giggled.
"You're weird."
"You are."
"You are."
"You are."
"You are," I muttered.
"You know, I'm hungry," she said, "Is that little burger place still there?"
"Yep, you wanna stop there?"
"Yes please," she mumbled, resting her head on my shoulder. "And a sports store. I wanna get a soccer ball."
"You play soccer now?" I asked.
"When I get a chance," she shrugged, "There's a few fields in Boulder you can play at that always have a few people willing to join."
"That's cool."
"Yea," she agreed.
"If you like Boulder so much, why're you dropping out?" I asked.
"CU's a fucked-up place," she murmured, "And like I said, college isn't the place for me."
***Adrienne Armstrong's POV***
The two children, which they really are at heart, got back from wherever they were at about six. "Where were you two?" I asked, coming out of the kitchen where I'd been making dinner.
"Park," Billee Jo smiled, and then Billie Joe poked her in the side. "Hey!" He snickered and she started chasing after him.
"Slow down," I called, laughing at their antics.
***Tré's POV***
I was rocking out on my drums in Billie's basement when suddenly I heard a shriek and someone came bolting through the door, a second person on their tail. "Tré!" Billee's voice called, and she ran at me and jumped into my lap. The momentum she had combined with the weight made the stool tip over, and the two of us went flying off the platform. Billie started laughing as I groaned and sat up slowly. Billee was still lying on the ground, her hair spread out across the carpet, giggling and panting.
"What the Hell is up with you two?" I muttered, picking up the stool and setting it right.
"He poked me," Billee said, pointing at her father.
"No, you started it," he pouted, crossing his arms.
"Whatever," I mumbled, "You two are scary."
"We are?" Billie asked, looking blankly at his daughter, who was pouting while still lying on the floor.
"Are not," she grumbled, and then reached over and grabbed a trumpet that was sitting nearby. She licked her lips and started to play, still on the floor, a random jazzy tune blaring from the horn. She stopped and blinked at the trumpet for a moment before putting it down and reaching for the clarinet she'd discarded in this room a while ago. She wet the reed and then put it to her lips and let Für Elise flow through the body of the instrument.
"So, Tré, are you staying for dinner?" Billie asked when Billee put down her clarinet.
"Yep," I nodded.
Billee stood up and said, "I'm gonna go see who's online," and left.
Billie Joe came and stood in front of the drum set, which I was once again sitting behind. "Perfect," he muttered.
"What? What's perfect?" I asked, becoming a little nervous at the look on his face and realizing that I was sitting at the back of the room with no possible exit and no one to hear me if I screamed.
