Takin' Back What's Mine (A Billie Joe Story...), chapter 4
RECAP
"Seb...you know...y'know," he slurred, "you know...tha' I luv ya, righ'?"
END RECAP
"Yea Billie, I know," I reassured him.
"An'...I'm sorry...if I wen' too fas' for ya," he said, "I jus'...I jus' luv ya so fuck'n much, y'know?"
"Yea, Billie, I know," I repeated.
"It's...probly too late an' everything," he mumbled, "'Cause...it's been like..." he started trying to count on his fingers, "Ah, fuck it. It's been like six fuck'n months...and I can't get over you..."
"I know Billie," I nodded, and I did know. I hadn't gotten over him either.
"No...you don' know," he shook his head, "Cuz...I'd do anything for ya...an'...an' when I heard...abou'...'bout..." he passed out before he got a chance to finish his sentence.
"When you heard about what, Billie?" I asked rhetorically, "What did you hear? You don't know very much about me."
January 21, 2007
***Billie's POV***
I woke up with an awful headache, and when I opened my eyes, I was on Sebi's couch, with no idea how I'd gotten there and no recollection of the night before past Hopelessly Addicted's set. I looked around and saw glass of water and a couple aspirin on the table, and I took them before closing my eyes again to sleep.
"How's your head?" Sebi's voice said, and I cracked an eye to look at her. She was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. I groaned and flapped an arm around. "You deserve it."
"And why's that?" I snapped, sitting up and groaning as the blood rushed to my head.
"You were hitting on me," she shrugged, and left as the doorbell rang. I fell back on the couch but opened my eyes again when Sebi and Emma came back into the den. Sebi started cleaning up the coffee table, and I watched her silently, still lying on the couch, and Emma was looking between the two of us.
Finally I groaned again and shoved my face into a pillow. "You clean too much," I grumbled.
"Hey, you should be the one cleaning here," she spat, "You're the one who got so drunk last night that you couldn't remember how to get to Mike's house."
"Um, I'll just go," Emma mumbled, "And by the way, you two really need to work out this whole...sexual tension thing you've got going here."
"Ah, bitch," I muttered into the pillow as I heard the door close behind her.
"I bet you don't even remember what you said to me last night," Sebi murmured.
"Not a word," I yawned, turning on my side to see her sitting on the coffee table looking at me.
"Figures," she nodded, looking over my head with tears in her eyes.
"What the Hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"It means what you said last night, even if it was through a drunken stupor, was true. I know it was. Maybe...just think about it, I guess. Maybe then...well, they say love is patient," she said, and then went to the kitchen. I groaned again and dropped my head into the pillow, and I thought. I thought as hard as I could and finally last night came back to me. I'd hit on her at the venue, like she'd said I did, and then she drove me home. Or tried, and ended up taking me here, since I couldn't remember where I was supposed to go. And then my eyes widened as I remembered, word for word, everything I'd said to her as she tried to get me to go to sleep.
I skidded into the kitchen to find her sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee. "Whoa, ow," I muttered, rubbing my temples and blinking to try and clear my vision.
"Here, sit down," she sighed, and kicked out the chair beside her.
"Thanks," I mumbled, taking the seat. I tried to decide what I was gonna say. We sat in silence for a few moments.
"So you remember, do you?" she finally asked.
I sighed at the break in awkward silence. "Yea." She waited for me to continue. "Love doesn't have to be patient," I said, and rolled my neck to look at her, "Love's knocking on your door. How're you gonna answer?"
She hesitated. "I'm gonna open my door and I'm gonna see who it is. And if it is who I think it is, I'm gonna say..." she paused and put down her coffee and looked me right in the eye, "Even if we were only together for two days, I love you. I do wanna spend the rest of my life with you." She stopped. "I love you, Billie Joe."
***Sebi's POV***
He just sat there. Again. About twenty or thirty seconds later, I looked away and muttered, "Now would be a good time to say something."
"I don't fucking deserve you," he whispered.
"Maybe not," I shrugged, "But life's not fair now, is it?" I stood up and put my empty coffee mug in the sink, and when I turned around, Billie was right in front of me. I tried to step around him, seeing as how I'd just bared my soul and he didn't say anything, but he put his hands on either side of me and I was stuck. I tried to move his left hand, but he snatched up my right hand by my wrist roughly.
He put my hand over his heart and stepped a little closer to me. "Feel that?" he whispered harshly. I glanced up at him, confused and a little afraid. "You're the only person who makes my heart beat both fast and slow at the same time." My own heart was, by this time, beating so fast and so hard I thought Billie'd be able to hear it. "I love you," he breathed, "With every fiber of my being. I. Love. You." With each word, he stepped a little closer, so by the end, his nose was brushing mine. He leaned a little closer, hesitated for a moment, glanced down at my lips and then back at my eyes, before kissing me.
He lifted me so I was sitting on the edge of the counter and stepped between my legs as my arms slid around his neck. We were startled by his phone ringing from his pocket. I sat back and watched as he pulled it out of his pocket, glanced at the Caller ID, and then tossed it over his shoulder and then picked me up. I giggled as he carried me into my bedroom, kicked the door closed, and then dropped me onto the bed.
"Hey, where'd I go?" he asked, looking around at the walls.
"You're in the closet," I replied, and he shrugged and then kissed me again.
I woke up, I guess about two hours later, when the doorbell rang. I sat up and pulled on my jeans and Billie's shirt and made my way to the hall, where I opened the door and was immediately pretty much shoved inside by a guy I'd been hoping I'd never see again. He stepped close to me, and every time he did, I'd step away, and he'd step again, until we were in front of my bedroom door.
"So...uh, Cass, what're you here for?" I asked, feeling a little freaked out.
"I wanted to come by and see you," he shrugged, "It's been like five years."
"Yea, and as I remember, you broke up with me," I retorted, and finally he stepped too close and I opened the door so I could get away.
"Oh, what's this, you been cheatin' on me?" he scolded upon seeing Billie asleep in my bed.
"No. We broke up, remember? Five years ago," I reminded him, "After I miscarried your baby."
Billie Joe woke up at this point and sat up, looking around. "Uh...Seb, who's this?" he asked.
"Ex," I mumbled, trying to push Cass out without much effect.
"I see you still like it rough," he grinned evilly and grabbed my wrists, and pushed me up against the wall. I was getting kinda scared by now.
Billie was getting up and pulling on his boxers by this point, I could see over Cass's shoulder. "Cass, come on, leave, please," I muttered.
"Hey, douchebag," Billie said, and Cass turned. Billie punched him in the jaw and then dragged the now whimpering Cass through the bedroom door by his hair and out the front door too. "Go away. And don't come back." He slammed the door and turned back to me, where I was standing in the hall with a hand to my mouth. "Who was he?" he asked casually.
"He...he was my ex-boyfriend," I whispered, and Billie came forward, hugging me tightly.
"Why'd you break up?" he asked, and joked, "You seemed so in love."
"I miscarried his baby," I blurted.
"I heard about that," Billie murmured, leading me into the den and sitting on the couch, his arms still around me.
"You did? From who?"
"Emma," he admitted, "she told me that first day in Adeline."
"Oh," I said, and rested my head on his shoulder.
"I want you to meet my kids," he said, "They'd love you." I smiled.
We kept talking about his kids until my phone rang. "Hello?"
"Hey Sabrina," it was my dad.
"Hey."
"So...are you gonna pick me up from the airport, or what?" he asked.
"Oh, shit, I forgot," I yelped, and stood up. I ran to the door and pulled on a pair of shoes. "Bill, I gotta go. I'll be back in like half an hour, k, hun?" I called, and Billie came out of the den. "I'll be right back." I pecked his lips and then left the apartment.
"Who're you talking to?" Dad asked in an annoying voice.
"That's my boyfriend," I replied, "I'll be there in about ten minutes, ok?"
"K, see ya."
"Bye," I hung up and got in my car and drove to the airport to pick up my dad.
By the time we got back to the apartment, Billie was dressed. Or rather, mostly dressed, without his shirt. "Billie, honey, why aren't you wearing a shirt?" I said.
"You're wearing it," he shrugged, and I looked down at myself. Sure enough, I was wearing his Misfits tee.
"Oh," I giggled nervously, "Billie Joe, this is my dad, Dad, this is Billie Joe." The two men shook hands while I went and changed.
I could tell Dad was trying to not look at Billie's arms and chest, where his tattoos were clearly visible, obviously, since he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Dad, you want something to drink?" I asked, trying to overlook the awkwardness.
"Uh, no thanks, I think I'm gonna take a nap, actually," he said, "I didn't sleep so well on the plane."
"Ok then," I shrugged, and helped him carry his bags into the guest bedroom. When the door closed, Billie pulled me into my bedroom.
"Why didn't you tell me your dad was coming?" he muttered.
"I forgot this morning, and last night you were so piss-assed drunk you wouldn't have remembered anyway," I mumbled, "And even if you weren't, I didn't even expect you to still be here by this time."
He stuck his tongue out at me and then grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. "I bet Mike's wondering where I am," he murmured, "That was him calling earlier."
"D'you wanna call him?"
"Yea," he nodded, and went to find his phone. I went over to my stereo system and turned on Waiting, and then lay down on my bed.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I called, rolling to look at my door. My dad came in and closed the door behind him. "Hey Dad."
"I'm gonna get right to the point here," he said, "Who's he?" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder towards the kitchen.
"He's my boyfriend," I shrugged.
"I don't approve."
"I don't care."
"You should, I'm your father."
"But it's my life."
"And what happens if you made the wrong choice? What happens when he leaves you for some floozy?"
"He won't," I shook my head.
"How do you know?"
Neither of us had noticed, but while we'd been talking, the door had opened and Billie was there. "Because I love her," he interrupted now. Both Dad and I shut up from our pointless squabbling to look at him. He stood in the doorway looking from Dad to me and back again.
"Oh," was all Dad could say. Finally he took a deep breath and started out of the room again. "I'll be taking a nap, then." Billie stepped aside so he could get out and then closed the door behind him and flopped down on the bed beside me and closed his eyes.
"Tired?" I asked, pushing a piece of his hair out of his face.
"Yes," he nodded with his eyes still closed.
"So did you talk to Mike?"
"He thinks you're stealing me away from them," he said.
"How does that work?"
"I'm not sure, but he sounded really gay over the phone."
"Don't go cheatin' on me, now," I warned.
"I'd never do that to you."
"Good."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"What are we arguing about?"
"No clue," he shrugged and wrapped an arm around my body and pulled me close to him. I put my hands against his chest to keep him from pulling me close. "What's your problem? Why won't you let me hold you?"
"I dunno," I giggled and cuddled into his chest.
"Most girls would love to have Billie Joe Armstrong wrapped around them."
"I do."
"Good."
"Yes."
"No."
"Not this crap again," I whined.
"I have to go and record tomorrow," he muttered.
January 31, 2007
I decided I'd stop in at the recording studio on my way to our meeting with James, so I brought lunch with me for the guys. When I entered the studio, they were playing something old, I guess for fun or something. I sat down after setting the food on the table and listened to what I recognized as Don't Wanna Fall In Love. I yawned and found myself falling asleep on the sofa, so I lay down and closed my eyes, fell asleep to the chords of Espionage.
***Billie Joe's POV***
We came out of recording to go and get some lunch to find Sebi asleep on the couch and food on the table. I grinned as Mike and Tré started opening the bags of food.
"Aw, sweet, Chinese!" Tré yelled, and Sebi twitched and her eyes opened.
"Hey," I said, sitting down next to her as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. "What's up?"
She checked her watch, still blinking and rubbing an eye. "I'm supposed to be in a meeting soon," she yawned, "But I'll eat with you guys first."
"Meeting?"
"For Addicted," she explained, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and pulling them apart. Then she smacked Tré's hand away from a box and grabbed it. "That one's mine. Get your own." I grabbed some food too and we all settled back to eat. Sebi took a few bites and then sighed and put down the box. "I've been craving Chinese food all day and now it's making me sick," she mumbled, sitting back.
"You alright?" I asked. She shrugged.
"I'll be fine." I nodded and went back to eating. She checked her watch a few minutes later and stood up. "I gotta take off, I think James is gonna..." she stopped and ran towards the bathroom with a hand over her mouth. I put down my own box of food and followed her in, to see her bent double over the toilet, throwing up. I went over to her and held her hair back and rubbed her back gently. Finally, with shaking hands, she reached up and flushed the toilet and then rinsed her mouth out.
"Are you ok?" I asked, checking to see if she had a temperature.
"I'm fine," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She stumbled out of the bathroom and I followed her.
She was still shaking. "Babe, you're not ok, let me take you home," I murmured.
"Whatever Bill, I don't really care," she shrugged, leaning her forehead against a wall.
"Guys, let's cancel for the afternoon, yea? I'm gonna take Sebi home," I said. Mike and Tré nodded and I helped Sebi out of the studio and to my car.
February 17, 2007
I woke up to my cell phone ringing. I opened my eyes to my room in Mike's house, alone, although I was pretty sure I fell asleep with a Sebi next to me. I flipped open my phone and pressed it to my ear. "Hello?"
"Hey hun," Sebi murmured.
"Where'd you go?" I mumbled, yawning.
"Mmm, home," she replied, "Get dressed."
"I..." I was cut off by a click as she hung up. "Fine, I'll get dressed." I stood up and went to my closet. There was a piece of paper stuck to the door. I pulled it off and looked at it.
"Seb...you know...y'know," he slurred, "you know...tha' I luv ya, righ'?"
END RECAP
"Yea Billie, I know," I reassured him.
"An'...I'm sorry...if I wen' too fas' for ya," he said, "I jus'...I jus' luv ya so fuck'n much, y'know?"
"Yea, Billie, I know," I repeated.
"It's...probly too late an' everything," he mumbled, "'Cause...it's been like..." he started trying to count on his fingers, "Ah, fuck it. It's been like six fuck'n months...and I can't get over you..."
"I know Billie," I nodded, and I did know. I hadn't gotten over him either.
"No...you don' know," he shook his head, "Cuz...I'd do anything for ya...an'...an' when I heard...abou'...'bout..." he passed out before he got a chance to finish his sentence.
"When you heard about what, Billie?" I asked rhetorically, "What did you hear? You don't know very much about me."
January 21, 2007
***Billie's POV***
I woke up with an awful headache, and when I opened my eyes, I was on Sebi's couch, with no idea how I'd gotten there and no recollection of the night before past Hopelessly Addicted's set. I looked around and saw glass of water and a couple aspirin on the table, and I took them before closing my eyes again to sleep.
"How's your head?" Sebi's voice said, and I cracked an eye to look at her. She was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. I groaned and flapped an arm around. "You deserve it."
"And why's that?" I snapped, sitting up and groaning as the blood rushed to my head.
"You were hitting on me," she shrugged, and left as the doorbell rang. I fell back on the couch but opened my eyes again when Sebi and Emma came back into the den. Sebi started cleaning up the coffee table, and I watched her silently, still lying on the couch, and Emma was looking between the two of us.
Finally I groaned again and shoved my face into a pillow. "You clean too much," I grumbled.
"Hey, you should be the one cleaning here," she spat, "You're the one who got so drunk last night that you couldn't remember how to get to Mike's house."
"Um, I'll just go," Emma mumbled, "And by the way, you two really need to work out this whole...sexual tension thing you've got going here."
"Ah, bitch," I muttered into the pillow as I heard the door close behind her.
"I bet you don't even remember what you said to me last night," Sebi murmured.
"Not a word," I yawned, turning on my side to see her sitting on the coffee table looking at me.
"Figures," she nodded, looking over my head with tears in her eyes.
"What the Hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"It means what you said last night, even if it was through a drunken stupor, was true. I know it was. Maybe...just think about it, I guess. Maybe then...well, they say love is patient," she said, and then went to the kitchen. I groaned again and dropped my head into the pillow, and I thought. I thought as hard as I could and finally last night came back to me. I'd hit on her at the venue, like she'd said I did, and then she drove me home. Or tried, and ended up taking me here, since I couldn't remember where I was supposed to go. And then my eyes widened as I remembered, word for word, everything I'd said to her as she tried to get me to go to sleep.
I skidded into the kitchen to find her sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee. "Whoa, ow," I muttered, rubbing my temples and blinking to try and clear my vision.
"Here, sit down," she sighed, and kicked out the chair beside her.
"Thanks," I mumbled, taking the seat. I tried to decide what I was gonna say. We sat in silence for a few moments.
"So you remember, do you?" she finally asked.
I sighed at the break in awkward silence. "Yea." She waited for me to continue. "Love doesn't have to be patient," I said, and rolled my neck to look at her, "Love's knocking on your door. How're you gonna answer?"
She hesitated. "I'm gonna open my door and I'm gonna see who it is. And if it is who I think it is, I'm gonna say..." she paused and put down her coffee and looked me right in the eye, "Even if we were only together for two days, I love you. I do wanna spend the rest of my life with you." She stopped. "I love you, Billie Joe."
***Sebi's POV***
He just sat there. Again. About twenty or thirty seconds later, I looked away and muttered, "Now would be a good time to say something."
"I don't fucking deserve you," he whispered.
"Maybe not," I shrugged, "But life's not fair now, is it?" I stood up and put my empty coffee mug in the sink, and when I turned around, Billie was right in front of me. I tried to step around him, seeing as how I'd just bared my soul and he didn't say anything, but he put his hands on either side of me and I was stuck. I tried to move his left hand, but he snatched up my right hand by my wrist roughly.
He put my hand over his heart and stepped a little closer to me. "Feel that?" he whispered harshly. I glanced up at him, confused and a little afraid. "You're the only person who makes my heart beat both fast and slow at the same time." My own heart was, by this time, beating so fast and so hard I thought Billie'd be able to hear it. "I love you," he breathed, "With every fiber of my being. I. Love. You." With each word, he stepped a little closer, so by the end, his nose was brushing mine. He leaned a little closer, hesitated for a moment, glanced down at my lips and then back at my eyes, before kissing me.
He lifted me so I was sitting on the edge of the counter and stepped between my legs as my arms slid around his neck. We were startled by his phone ringing from his pocket. I sat back and watched as he pulled it out of his pocket, glanced at the Caller ID, and then tossed it over his shoulder and then picked me up. I giggled as he carried me into my bedroom, kicked the door closed, and then dropped me onto the bed.
"Hey, where'd I go?" he asked, looking around at the walls.
"You're in the closet," I replied, and he shrugged and then kissed me again.
I woke up, I guess about two hours later, when the doorbell rang. I sat up and pulled on my jeans and Billie's shirt and made my way to the hall, where I opened the door and was immediately pretty much shoved inside by a guy I'd been hoping I'd never see again. He stepped close to me, and every time he did, I'd step away, and he'd step again, until we were in front of my bedroom door.
"So...uh, Cass, what're you here for?" I asked, feeling a little freaked out.
"I wanted to come by and see you," he shrugged, "It's been like five years."
"Yea, and as I remember, you broke up with me," I retorted, and finally he stepped too close and I opened the door so I could get away.
"Oh, what's this, you been cheatin' on me?" he scolded upon seeing Billie asleep in my bed.
"No. We broke up, remember? Five years ago," I reminded him, "After I miscarried your baby."
Billie Joe woke up at this point and sat up, looking around. "Uh...Seb, who's this?" he asked.
"Ex," I mumbled, trying to push Cass out without much effect.
"I see you still like it rough," he grinned evilly and grabbed my wrists, and pushed me up against the wall. I was getting kinda scared by now.
Billie was getting up and pulling on his boxers by this point, I could see over Cass's shoulder. "Cass, come on, leave, please," I muttered.
"Hey, douchebag," Billie said, and Cass turned. Billie punched him in the jaw and then dragged the now whimpering Cass through the bedroom door by his hair and out the front door too. "Go away. And don't come back." He slammed the door and turned back to me, where I was standing in the hall with a hand to my mouth. "Who was he?" he asked casually.
"He...he was my ex-boyfriend," I whispered, and Billie came forward, hugging me tightly.
"Why'd you break up?" he asked, and joked, "You seemed so in love."
"I miscarried his baby," I blurted.
"I heard about that," Billie murmured, leading me into the den and sitting on the couch, his arms still around me.
"You did? From who?"
"Emma," he admitted, "she told me that first day in Adeline."
"Oh," I said, and rested my head on his shoulder.
"I want you to meet my kids," he said, "They'd love you." I smiled.
We kept talking about his kids until my phone rang. "Hello?"
"Hey Sabrina," it was my dad.
"Hey."
"So...are you gonna pick me up from the airport, or what?" he asked.
"Oh, shit, I forgot," I yelped, and stood up. I ran to the door and pulled on a pair of shoes. "Bill, I gotta go. I'll be back in like half an hour, k, hun?" I called, and Billie came out of the den. "I'll be right back." I pecked his lips and then left the apartment.
"Who're you talking to?" Dad asked in an annoying voice.
"That's my boyfriend," I replied, "I'll be there in about ten minutes, ok?"
"K, see ya."
"Bye," I hung up and got in my car and drove to the airport to pick up my dad.
By the time we got back to the apartment, Billie was dressed. Or rather, mostly dressed, without his shirt. "Billie, honey, why aren't you wearing a shirt?" I said.
"You're wearing it," he shrugged, and I looked down at myself. Sure enough, I was wearing his Misfits tee.
"Oh," I giggled nervously, "Billie Joe, this is my dad, Dad, this is Billie Joe." The two men shook hands while I went and changed.
I could tell Dad was trying to not look at Billie's arms and chest, where his tattoos were clearly visible, obviously, since he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Dad, you want something to drink?" I asked, trying to overlook the awkwardness.
"Uh, no thanks, I think I'm gonna take a nap, actually," he said, "I didn't sleep so well on the plane."
"Ok then," I shrugged, and helped him carry his bags into the guest bedroom. When the door closed, Billie pulled me into my bedroom.
"Why didn't you tell me your dad was coming?" he muttered.
"I forgot this morning, and last night you were so piss-assed drunk you wouldn't have remembered anyway," I mumbled, "And even if you weren't, I didn't even expect you to still be here by this time."
He stuck his tongue out at me and then grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. "I bet Mike's wondering where I am," he murmured, "That was him calling earlier."
"D'you wanna call him?"
"Yea," he nodded, and went to find his phone. I went over to my stereo system and turned on Waiting, and then lay down on my bed.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I called, rolling to look at my door. My dad came in and closed the door behind him. "Hey Dad."
"I'm gonna get right to the point here," he said, "Who's he?" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder towards the kitchen.
"He's my boyfriend," I shrugged.
"I don't approve."
"I don't care."
"You should, I'm your father."
"But it's my life."
"And what happens if you made the wrong choice? What happens when he leaves you for some floozy?"
"He won't," I shook my head.
"How do you know?"
Neither of us had noticed, but while we'd been talking, the door had opened and Billie was there. "Because I love her," he interrupted now. Both Dad and I shut up from our pointless squabbling to look at him. He stood in the doorway looking from Dad to me and back again.
"Oh," was all Dad could say. Finally he took a deep breath and started out of the room again. "I'll be taking a nap, then." Billie stepped aside so he could get out and then closed the door behind him and flopped down on the bed beside me and closed his eyes.
"Tired?" I asked, pushing a piece of his hair out of his face.
"Yes," he nodded with his eyes still closed.
"So did you talk to Mike?"
"He thinks you're stealing me away from them," he said.
"How does that work?"
"I'm not sure, but he sounded really gay over the phone."
"Don't go cheatin' on me, now," I warned.
"I'd never do that to you."
"Good."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"What are we arguing about?"
"No clue," he shrugged and wrapped an arm around my body and pulled me close to him. I put my hands against his chest to keep him from pulling me close. "What's your problem? Why won't you let me hold you?"
"I dunno," I giggled and cuddled into his chest.
"Most girls would love to have Billie Joe Armstrong wrapped around them."
"I do."
"Good."
"Yes."
"No."
"Not this crap again," I whined.
"I have to go and record tomorrow," he muttered.
January 31, 2007
I decided I'd stop in at the recording studio on my way to our meeting with James, so I brought lunch with me for the guys. When I entered the studio, they were playing something old, I guess for fun or something. I sat down after setting the food on the table and listened to what I recognized as Don't Wanna Fall In Love. I yawned and found myself falling asleep on the sofa, so I lay down and closed my eyes, fell asleep to the chords of Espionage.
***Billie Joe's POV***
We came out of recording to go and get some lunch to find Sebi asleep on the couch and food on the table. I grinned as Mike and Tré started opening the bags of food.
"Aw, sweet, Chinese!" Tré yelled, and Sebi twitched and her eyes opened.
"Hey," I said, sitting down next to her as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. "What's up?"
She checked her watch, still blinking and rubbing an eye. "I'm supposed to be in a meeting soon," she yawned, "But I'll eat with you guys first."
"Meeting?"
"For Addicted," she explained, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and pulling them apart. Then she smacked Tré's hand away from a box and grabbed it. "That one's mine. Get your own." I grabbed some food too and we all settled back to eat. Sebi took a few bites and then sighed and put down the box. "I've been craving Chinese food all day and now it's making me sick," she mumbled, sitting back.
"You alright?" I asked. She shrugged.
"I'll be fine." I nodded and went back to eating. She checked her watch a few minutes later and stood up. "I gotta take off, I think James is gonna..." she stopped and ran towards the bathroom with a hand over her mouth. I put down my own box of food and followed her in, to see her bent double over the toilet, throwing up. I went over to her and held her hair back and rubbed her back gently. Finally, with shaking hands, she reached up and flushed the toilet and then rinsed her mouth out.
"Are you ok?" I asked, checking to see if she had a temperature.
"I'm fine," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She stumbled out of the bathroom and I followed her.
She was still shaking. "Babe, you're not ok, let me take you home," I murmured.
"Whatever Bill, I don't really care," she shrugged, leaning her forehead against a wall.
"Guys, let's cancel for the afternoon, yea? I'm gonna take Sebi home," I said. Mike and Tré nodded and I helped Sebi out of the studio and to my car.
February 17, 2007
I woke up to my cell phone ringing. I opened my eyes to my room in Mike's house, alone, although I was pretty sure I fell asleep with a Sebi next to me. I flipped open my phone and pressed it to my ear. "Hello?"
"Hey hun," Sebi murmured.
"Where'd you go?" I mumbled, yawning.
"Mmm, home," she replied, "Get dressed."
"I..." I was cut off by a click as she hung up. "Fine, I'll get dressed." I stood up and went to my closet. There was a piece of paper stuck to the door. I pulled it off and looked at it.
