The Poetry Teacher, chapter 6
Billie and I sat at the couch, with no words coming out of our shut mouths. I felt so many different emotions going on inside of me and Billie was whispering lovely things in my ear, stroking my hair softly.
He asked me, breaking the ice, "Are you going to be okay, about this whole thing?" I just didn't know what to say or do, I just felt plain crappy, thank God I had Billie by my side or else I was gonna kill myself.
I replied with a sad tone, "I don't really know, sweety plums, I just feel like a worthless piece of crap."
He said with a pouty tone, "Oh, don't say that sweety plums, you're not a worthless piece of crap, you're my sweety plums."
I smiled at his repetition, he was trying really hard, but it still got to me. I replied with the same tone, "I know, I know, I would always be your sweety plums, and you know what else? I'm going to move in with you, I'm sick and tired of this place." His emerald eyes lit up, as he gave me a kiss and a warm hug. I've never felt so loved before, in this case I've never been loved again, after my dad died.
He asked me politely, "You wanna get packing, gett your shit outta here?" I looked at him for a while and said, "Is that a polite way of speaking to your lady?"
He rolled his eyes like an uptight teen ager and said, "I'm sorry mom, I won't do it again."
I pat him on the arm and said, "That's my boy, but this time call me sweety plums."
He gave me a kiss and said sweetly, "Of course I will."
I smiled and helped him up from the couch, dragging him upstairs to my room. As I dragged him, he was looking around his surroundings like a lost dog, and we finally arrived to my creative room. He let out a, "Woah," as he looked around at my tidy room, I guess he never cleaned his room once in his life.
I told him, "Why so surprised sweety plums? Haven't you been in a girl's room before?"
He said holding up his hands, "Well, well, young lady, I've been to plenty and they DO NOT look anything like this."
I smiled and gave him a hug, he hugged me back tighly, giving me a peck. He whispered to me, "I love you so much, you know that?"
I nodded and whispered back, "I love you too, very very much." And he gave me another longing kiss. After the little smooches, I started to grab my clothes from my closet, and set them on the bed. Then, I got out some folded boxes, unfolded them, and put all my clothes there, folded neatly. Only to bug me, Billie would dunk all my clothes in the box I was using, and I would sigh deeply, and hit him on the arm. Then, he grabbed me from behind, got me on his shoulder, and threw me on the bed, with hits of laughter coming out from me. Billie was laughing as well and we eneded up having a pillow fight. It was fun and it didn't hurt, cuz my pillows were extremely soft, so he tried so hard to beat me, but I beat him to the punch.
He said out of breath, "You're a tough one aren't you, sweety plums?"
I nodded and said, "Give up now, pbnj?"
He replied confused, "Pbnj? Is that the best new one you've got?"
I replied matter of factly, "Do you have any better ones, nick name maker?"
He acted thoughtfully, and said, "How about skeetle wittles?"
I nodded and said, "It stays with pbnj, but I'm addicted to sweety plums."
He replied, "Okay, so it stays with sweety plums, but the short one is pbnj, okay?" I replied, "Okay, sounds good, we finally agreed on something."
He gave me a soft kiss, just as I heard the doorbell ring.
He asked me, breaking the ice, "Are you going to be okay, about this whole thing?" I just didn't know what to say or do, I just felt plain crappy, thank God I had Billie by my side or else I was gonna kill myself.
I replied with a sad tone, "I don't really know, sweety plums, I just feel like a worthless piece of crap."
He said with a pouty tone, "Oh, don't say that sweety plums, you're not a worthless piece of crap, you're my sweety plums."
I smiled at his repetition, he was trying really hard, but it still got to me. I replied with the same tone, "I know, I know, I would always be your sweety plums, and you know what else? I'm going to move in with you, I'm sick and tired of this place." His emerald eyes lit up, as he gave me a kiss and a warm hug. I've never felt so loved before, in this case I've never been loved again, after my dad died.
He asked me politely, "You wanna get packing, gett your shit outta here?" I looked at him for a while and said, "Is that a polite way of speaking to your lady?"
He rolled his eyes like an uptight teen ager and said, "I'm sorry mom, I won't do it again."
I pat him on the arm and said, "That's my boy, but this time call me sweety plums."
He gave me a kiss and said sweetly, "Of course I will."
I smiled and helped him up from the couch, dragging him upstairs to my room. As I dragged him, he was looking around his surroundings like a lost dog, and we finally arrived to my creative room. He let out a, "Woah," as he looked around at my tidy room, I guess he never cleaned his room once in his life.
I told him, "Why so surprised sweety plums? Haven't you been in a girl's room before?"
He said holding up his hands, "Well, well, young lady, I've been to plenty and they DO NOT look anything like this."
I smiled and gave him a hug, he hugged me back tighly, giving me a peck. He whispered to me, "I love you so much, you know that?"
I nodded and whispered back, "I love you too, very very much." And he gave me another longing kiss. After the little smooches, I started to grab my clothes from my closet, and set them on the bed. Then, I got out some folded boxes, unfolded them, and put all my clothes there, folded neatly. Only to bug me, Billie would dunk all my clothes in the box I was using, and I would sigh deeply, and hit him on the arm. Then, he grabbed me from behind, got me on his shoulder, and threw me on the bed, with hits of laughter coming out from me. Billie was laughing as well and we eneded up having a pillow fight. It was fun and it didn't hurt, cuz my pillows were extremely soft, so he tried so hard to beat me, but I beat him to the punch.
He said out of breath, "You're a tough one aren't you, sweety plums?"
I nodded and said, "Give up now, pbnj?"
He replied confused, "Pbnj? Is that the best new one you've got?"
I replied matter of factly, "Do you have any better ones, nick name maker?"
He acted thoughtfully, and said, "How about skeetle wittles?"
I nodded and said, "It stays with pbnj, but I'm addicted to sweety plums."
He replied, "Okay, so it stays with sweety plums, but the short one is pbnj, okay?" I replied, "Okay, sounds good, we finally agreed on something."
He gave me a soft kiss, just as I heard the doorbell ring.
