Takin' Back What's Mine (A Billie Joe Story...), chapter 2
***Sebi's POV***
I woke up but couldn't open my eyes during Billie's explanation of what happened.
"And you're sure that you're not her ex-boyfriend?" the doctor said.
"Yes! I'm her boyfriend!" Billie exclaimed. I coughed and opened my eyes really slowly and with a lot of effort. "Sebi! You're awake!"
"Yea," I nodded, "Why?"
"Ms. Waldron, is this man the one who hit you last night?" the doctor asked.
"No," I shook my head, "That was Brent."
Billie stood up and took my hand gently. "How're you feeling?"
"Nothing a few Advil won't fix," I shrugged.
Finally the doctor let me go home with the order to rest and not have loud noises. Billie Joe drove me home and helped me onto my sofa. "Ah, this sofa has good memories," he smiled as he spread the blanket over me.
"Smells like you," I replied, and when he sat down beside me, I said, "I heard you earlier."
"Hm?"
"When you said you're my boyfriend," I murmured, and he blushed. "Does that mean I'm your girlfriend?"
"Usually it goes both ways, yea," he nodded, and I smiled, biting my lip.
"Yay," I mumbled, and he grinned.
"I'd say we should go out to dinner to celebrate, but you can't," he muttered, and lay down beside me on his side facing me. I smiled and closed my eyes and he pulled me closer to him so my face was buried in his neck.
"Don't you have a practice?" I asked quietly.
"Yea...that's ok, I'd rather stay here," he answered, "With my girlfriend." I giggled. "It feels weird. I haven't said that in eleven years." I smiled and gently bit his neck. He rolled over so he was on top of me and looked down at me with an eyebrow raised. I lifted my head to kiss him, and he leaned down to meet me halfway. Pretty soon he was sliding a hand down my leg until he reached my knee, when he pulled my leg up and around his waist. I pulled at the buttons on his shirt gently and managed to undo them while still biting his tongue.
I was watching him sleep a few hours later, his chest rising and falling slowly as we lay on the couch together. I reached out and traced his lips gently with my fingertips, and he murmured something incoherent. I rested one of my hands over his heart and felt it beating, and then I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. His arms tightened around my waist and I looked back up at him to find him awake and looking at me. "Hello," I smiled.
"Hi," he replied, smiling too. I yawned. "What's up?"
"I dunno," I shrugged, setting my head beside his on the arm of the couch. Suddenly, he started singing Church On Sunday.
Today is the first day of the rest of our lives
Tomorrow is too late to pretend
Everything's alright
I'm not getting any younger as long
As you don't get any older
I'm not gonna state that yesterday never was
Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep
Making your mascara bleed
Tears down your face
Leaving traces of my mistakes
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night?
If you live with me, I'll die for you
And this compromise
I hereby solemnly swear to tell
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth is what
I'll ever hear from you
Trust is a dirty word that comes
Only from such a liar
But respect is something I will earn...
If you have faith
Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep
Making your mascara bleed
Tears down your face
Leaving traces of my mistakes
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night?
If you live with me, I'll die for you
And this compromise
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night?
If you live with me, I'll die for you
And this compromise
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night?
If you live with me, I'll die for you
And this compromise
I smiled and kissed his cheek. "You know," he murmured finally, "I've only ever seen this room of your apartment."
I giggled. "It's not so interesting. I've got a bedroom with en suite bathroom, a guest bedroom, another bathroom, kitchen...and this room."
"I like this room," he nodded.
"I like who's in it better," I whispered, my eyes closing.
"Yea, I'm pretty awesome," I could tell he was grinning. I gasped scandalously. "But you're even better."
I chuckled before opening my eyes and sitting up slowly. "I should take a shower," I yawned.
"Mind if I join you?" he smiled.
"Yes I do," I said, keeping an entirely straight face as his own face fell and he looked...wilted. "Of course not. Geez, you're so gullible." His face brightened as we stood up and I led the way towards my bedroom.
"I...uh, I like your room," Billie said, looking around at the walls, which were covered in posters; Green Day, The Beatles, The Ramones, but mostly Green Day. "What's this one?" He pointed to a poster.
"Don't you recognize me?" I pouted, pointing to me.
"No."
"I guess it's cuz it's all dark," I shrugged.
"Maybe. Or maybe it's because your hair is different," he commented.
"That's right," I nodded, "I used to have short hair. I like it like that. Maybe I'll change it back." I looked at the poster, which had a picture of Matt, Brent, Emma, and me, sitting behind a news desk, all of us holding the tricks of our trade and yelling. Emma was sitting on the end, holding her drumsticks in a cross in front of her face, Matt next to her, the neck of his bass coming out from behind his back, and he's yelling at Emma. Then it was Brent, who was licking the neck of his guitar and growling, and then me, my hair in a faux hawk with a microphone in front of my mouth. I'm yelling into it and flashing a rock on symbol at the camera. "I think I'm gonna set up a photo shoot. Brent's not in the band anymore."
"But keep this one," Billie suggested, "It'll be worth thousands of dollars somewhere down the road."
"Only if we go big," I shrugged, pulling it off the wall and rolling it up and putting it in my closet. I opened the door to my bathroom and pulled out an extra towel and turned on the shower. By the time we got in, it was nice and hot.
"Ah hot!" Billie yelled, stepping out of the jet of water. I just looked at him from my spot under the stream. "What the Hell?"
"You're a sissy," I giggled, grabbing my shampoo.
"Am not," he pouted, and I giggled again.
"You know what I've decided?"
"What?"
"I don't fucking need to rest. I'm fine," I said.
"No. You're staying here until you get better," he replied, grinning evilly.
"What? Why?" I whined.
"Cuz if you get hurt, I'll never fucking forgive myself," he answered, and the smile was gone from his face to be replaced with an intense stare.
"Thanks for the concern, that's sweet," I smiled and looked at the steamy glass door. I reached over and drew a small heart on the glass with my finger. Billie glanced at me and then added his own heart, right beside mine and linked. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly. He rested his own hands on my waist and I sighed, finding I loved the feeling of his warm skin against mine.
I was pulling on my jeans when Billie came out of the bathroom with my hair spray. "You got any gel? This stuff doesn't work."
"Nope," I said, "Sorry."
"You...uh, you want some help there?" he laughed, as I was lying on my back on the bed, yanking at my pants.
"Sure," I grinned, and stood up. He grabbed the front of my pants and started pulling at my pants. A few minutes later, he was pulling so hard that he was lifting me off the ground.
"God damn pants," he sighed finally, letting go of my pants. "I think you're just gonna have to wear a different pair."
"Fine," I sighed, and went over to my closet. I pulled out a different pair and started shimmying out of the first pair.
"You want some help?" he laughed again.
"No thank you," I said indignantly, "I may not be able to put my own pants on, but I can definitely take them off on my own." Finally I managed to get them off, and I pulled on the other pair, tossing the first pair over my shoulder into the closet. "Ha. So there."
"Very good, Sebi, you can put your pants on!" Billie grinned.
***Billie's POV***
She stuck her tongue out at me and zipped up her pants. "Come on, I'll make us some dinner," she offered, and I followed her into the kitchen. I sat on the counter and watched her start moving around the room, getting food.
"What're we having?" I asked.
"Stirfry," she said, and pulled out a pan. She turned on the burner and started chopping vegetables.
"Can I help?"
"Nope, I'm good," she shrugged, and after a bit, the meal was ready. "D'you wanna pick a movie?"
"Sure," I nodded, and went back into the den. I picked Ocean's Eleven, and we sat back with our meals on the comfy sofa.
"George Clooney is a beautiful man," she smiled.
"Hey!" I muttered.
"But you're better," she grinned, kissing my cheek.
"Thank you," I said, and kept eating.
I put our dishes in the sink when we were done eating and we went back to watching the movie. By the end, Sebi was asleep on my shoulder, so I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. I lay down beside her and fell asleep.
I woke up a few hours later when the lights were turned on. I opened my eyes to see Sebi kneeling on the bed, looking freaked out. "Sebi?" She turned her head to look at me and immediately tore the blankets off me. "Fuck cold. What's wrong?"
"You're not a spider," she muttered, and I sat up. She shuffled closer to me and let me fold her into my arms.
"Of course I'm not a spider," I replied, "Why would you think so?"
"It was a dream," she mumbled, "Giant fucking spiders with faces. You were one of them."
"Whoa, crazy," I murmured, "You want some ice cream or something?"
"Yea, ice cream," she grinned, and I got off the bed. She stood up and walked to the edge of the bed and looked down. "Spiders..."
***Sebi's POV***
Billie smiled gently and gestured for me to step on his feet. I did and he wrapped his arms around my waist, his chest pressed against my back, and started walking.
"I used to do this for Adrienne," he said, "When she was pregnant. She used to get really weird dreams and wouldn't want me to leave her alone. Only you're a lot lighter than she was."
I smiled at the feel of his lips against my neck as we went into the kitchen. I opened the freezer and took out a new pint of cookie dough ice cream. He kept walking, into the den, and sat down cross-legged. I sat on his lap and wrapped my legs around his waist, and opened the ice cream, tossing the lid over my shoulder. I handed him a spoon and we started eating, talking about random crap the whole time.
Finally I looked up at him and saw his hair and started laughing. "What?" he asked.
"Your hair," I giggled, "It's all...emo."
"Whatever," he shrugged, "It's your fault."
"My fault?"
"You don't have any hair gel," he whined.
"Well if you're gonna be spending so much time here, get your own," I replied, "Cuz I don't know what kind you want."
"How much time am I actually allowed to spend here?"
"I dunno," I shrugged, "Why?"
"Cuz if I was allowed, I'd probably spend all my time here," he said.
"So what, you wanna move in?"
He shrugged. "Maybe."
"Billie, we've known each other for two days," I muttered, sliding off his lap to sit next to him.
"So? I'd only known you for like two hours before we slept together. And I only knew you for about three hours before I felt like I'd known you all my life," he mumbled, and looked at the ice cream, "And I'd only known you for about twenty minutes before I decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."
I woke up but couldn't open my eyes during Billie's explanation of what happened.
"And you're sure that you're not her ex-boyfriend?" the doctor said.
"Yes! I'm her boyfriend!" Billie exclaimed. I coughed and opened my eyes really slowly and with a lot of effort. "Sebi! You're awake!"
"Yea," I nodded, "Why?"
"Ms. Waldron, is this man the one who hit you last night?" the doctor asked.
"No," I shook my head, "That was Brent."
Billie stood up and took my hand gently. "How're you feeling?"
"Nothing a few Advil won't fix," I shrugged.
Finally the doctor let me go home with the order to rest and not have loud noises. Billie Joe drove me home and helped me onto my sofa. "Ah, this sofa has good memories," he smiled as he spread the blanket over me.
"Smells like you," I replied, and when he sat down beside me, I said, "I heard you earlier."
"Hm?"
"When you said you're my boyfriend," I murmured, and he blushed. "Does that mean I'm your girlfriend?"
"Usually it goes both ways, yea," he nodded, and I smiled, biting my lip.
"Yay," I mumbled, and he grinned.
"I'd say we should go out to dinner to celebrate, but you can't," he muttered, and lay down beside me on his side facing me. I smiled and closed my eyes and he pulled me closer to him so my face was buried in his neck.
"Don't you have a practice?" I asked quietly.
"Yea...that's ok, I'd rather stay here," he answered, "With my girlfriend." I giggled. "It feels weird. I haven't said that in eleven years." I smiled and gently bit his neck. He rolled over so he was on top of me and looked down at me with an eyebrow raised. I lifted my head to kiss him, and he leaned down to meet me halfway. Pretty soon he was sliding a hand down my leg until he reached my knee, when he pulled my leg up and around his waist. I pulled at the buttons on his shirt gently and managed to undo them while still biting his tongue.
I was watching him sleep a few hours later, his chest rising and falling slowly as we lay on the couch together. I reached out and traced his lips gently with my fingertips, and he murmured something incoherent. I rested one of my hands over his heart and felt it beating, and then I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. His arms tightened around my waist and I looked back up at him to find him awake and looking at me. "Hello," I smiled.
"Hi," he replied, smiling too. I yawned. "What's up?"
"I dunno," I shrugged, setting my head beside his on the arm of the couch. Suddenly, he started singing Church On Sunday.
Today is the first day of the rest of our lives
Tomorrow is too late to pretend
Everything's alright
I'm not getting any younger as long
As you don't get any older
I'm not gonna state that yesterday never was
Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep
Making your mascara bleed
Tears down your face
Leaving traces of my mistakes
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night?
If you live with me, I'll die for you
And this compromise
I hereby solemnly swear to tell
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth is what
I'll ever hear from you
Trust is a dirty word that comes
Only from such a liar
But respect is something I will earn...
If you have faith
Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep
Making your mascara bleed
Tears down your face
Leaving traces of my mistakes
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night?
If you live with me, I'll die for you
And this compromise
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night?
If you live with me, I'll die for you
And this compromise
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night?
If you live with me, I'll die for you
And this compromise
I smiled and kissed his cheek. "You know," he murmured finally, "I've only ever seen this room of your apartment."
I giggled. "It's not so interesting. I've got a bedroom with en suite bathroom, a guest bedroom, another bathroom, kitchen...and this room."
"I like this room," he nodded.
"I like who's in it better," I whispered, my eyes closing.
"Yea, I'm pretty awesome," I could tell he was grinning. I gasped scandalously. "But you're even better."
I chuckled before opening my eyes and sitting up slowly. "I should take a shower," I yawned.
"Mind if I join you?" he smiled.
"Yes I do," I said, keeping an entirely straight face as his own face fell and he looked...wilted. "Of course not. Geez, you're so gullible." His face brightened as we stood up and I led the way towards my bedroom.
"I...uh, I like your room," Billie said, looking around at the walls, which were covered in posters; Green Day, The Beatles, The Ramones, but mostly Green Day. "What's this one?" He pointed to a poster.
"Don't you recognize me?" I pouted, pointing to me.
"No."
"I guess it's cuz it's all dark," I shrugged.
"Maybe. Or maybe it's because your hair is different," he commented.
"That's right," I nodded, "I used to have short hair. I like it like that. Maybe I'll change it back." I looked at the poster, which had a picture of Matt, Brent, Emma, and me, sitting behind a news desk, all of us holding the tricks of our trade and yelling. Emma was sitting on the end, holding her drumsticks in a cross in front of her face, Matt next to her, the neck of his bass coming out from behind his back, and he's yelling at Emma. Then it was Brent, who was licking the neck of his guitar and growling, and then me, my hair in a faux hawk with a microphone in front of my mouth. I'm yelling into it and flashing a rock on symbol at the camera. "I think I'm gonna set up a photo shoot. Brent's not in the band anymore."
"But keep this one," Billie suggested, "It'll be worth thousands of dollars somewhere down the road."
"Only if we go big," I shrugged, pulling it off the wall and rolling it up and putting it in my closet. I opened the door to my bathroom and pulled out an extra towel and turned on the shower. By the time we got in, it was nice and hot.
"Ah hot!" Billie yelled, stepping out of the jet of water. I just looked at him from my spot under the stream. "What the Hell?"
"You're a sissy," I giggled, grabbing my shampoo.
"Am not," he pouted, and I giggled again.
"You know what I've decided?"
"What?"
"I don't fucking need to rest. I'm fine," I said.
"No. You're staying here until you get better," he replied, grinning evilly.
"What? Why?" I whined.
"Cuz if you get hurt, I'll never fucking forgive myself," he answered, and the smile was gone from his face to be replaced with an intense stare.
"Thanks for the concern, that's sweet," I smiled and looked at the steamy glass door. I reached over and drew a small heart on the glass with my finger. Billie glanced at me and then added his own heart, right beside mine and linked. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly. He rested his own hands on my waist and I sighed, finding I loved the feeling of his warm skin against mine.
I was pulling on my jeans when Billie came out of the bathroom with my hair spray. "You got any gel? This stuff doesn't work."
"Nope," I said, "Sorry."
"You...uh, you want some help there?" he laughed, as I was lying on my back on the bed, yanking at my pants.
"Sure," I grinned, and stood up. He grabbed the front of my pants and started pulling at my pants. A few minutes later, he was pulling so hard that he was lifting me off the ground.
"God damn pants," he sighed finally, letting go of my pants. "I think you're just gonna have to wear a different pair."
"Fine," I sighed, and went over to my closet. I pulled out a different pair and started shimmying out of the first pair.
"You want some help?" he laughed again.
"No thank you," I said indignantly, "I may not be able to put my own pants on, but I can definitely take them off on my own." Finally I managed to get them off, and I pulled on the other pair, tossing the first pair over my shoulder into the closet. "Ha. So there."
"Very good, Sebi, you can put your pants on!" Billie grinned.
***Billie's POV***
She stuck her tongue out at me and zipped up her pants. "Come on, I'll make us some dinner," she offered, and I followed her into the kitchen. I sat on the counter and watched her start moving around the room, getting food.
"What're we having?" I asked.
"Stirfry," she said, and pulled out a pan. She turned on the burner and started chopping vegetables.
"Can I help?"
"Nope, I'm good," she shrugged, and after a bit, the meal was ready. "D'you wanna pick a movie?"
"Sure," I nodded, and went back into the den. I picked Ocean's Eleven, and we sat back with our meals on the comfy sofa.
"George Clooney is a beautiful man," she smiled.
"Hey!" I muttered.
"But you're better," she grinned, kissing my cheek.
"Thank you," I said, and kept eating.
I put our dishes in the sink when we were done eating and we went back to watching the movie. By the end, Sebi was asleep on my shoulder, so I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. I lay down beside her and fell asleep.
I woke up a few hours later when the lights were turned on. I opened my eyes to see Sebi kneeling on the bed, looking freaked out. "Sebi?" She turned her head to look at me and immediately tore the blankets off me. "Fuck cold. What's wrong?"
"You're not a spider," she muttered, and I sat up. She shuffled closer to me and let me fold her into my arms.
"Of course I'm not a spider," I replied, "Why would you think so?"
"It was a dream," she mumbled, "Giant fucking spiders with faces. You were one of them."
"Whoa, crazy," I murmured, "You want some ice cream or something?"
"Yea, ice cream," she grinned, and I got off the bed. She stood up and walked to the edge of the bed and looked down. "Spiders..."
***Sebi's POV***
Billie smiled gently and gestured for me to step on his feet. I did and he wrapped his arms around my waist, his chest pressed against my back, and started walking.
"I used to do this for Adrienne," he said, "When she was pregnant. She used to get really weird dreams and wouldn't want me to leave her alone. Only you're a lot lighter than she was."
I smiled at the feel of his lips against my neck as we went into the kitchen. I opened the freezer and took out a new pint of cookie dough ice cream. He kept walking, into the den, and sat down cross-legged. I sat on his lap and wrapped my legs around his waist, and opened the ice cream, tossing the lid over my shoulder. I handed him a spoon and we started eating, talking about random crap the whole time.
Finally I looked up at him and saw his hair and started laughing. "What?" he asked.
"Your hair," I giggled, "It's all...emo."
"Whatever," he shrugged, "It's your fault."
"My fault?"
"You don't have any hair gel," he whined.
"Well if you're gonna be spending so much time here, get your own," I replied, "Cuz I don't know what kind you want."
"How much time am I actually allowed to spend here?"
"I dunno," I shrugged, "Why?"
"Cuz if I was allowed, I'd probably spend all my time here," he said.
"So what, you wanna move in?"
He shrugged. "Maybe."
"Billie, we've known each other for two days," I muttered, sliding off his lap to sit next to him.
"So? I'd only known you for like two hours before we slept together. And I only knew you for about three hours before I felt like I'd known you all my life," he mumbled, and looked at the ice cream, "And I'd only known you for about twenty minutes before I decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."
