Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song so We Wouldn't Get Sued, chapter 6
I didn't even bother following Billie Joe. He was being unreasonable and we both knew it. I didn't know what was so attractive about me. Seriously, I'm just a normal fifteen year old trying to keep my friends instead of date them. Okay, so Tre' wasn't really a friend since I just met him, but Billie Joe, he's a different story. We'd been friends for practically ever and now he wanted to date me. How odd was that?
A knock on the door made me jump about a mile off the ground. I sighed and cursed myself for being so goddamn popular. Opening the door, expecting to see either Al or Tre', I found that it was Mike instead. What the hell would he be doing-oh, Billie Joe. Should have known.
"Billie Joe's in the back," I said, rolling my eyes. "But be careful, he's in his little PMS mood."
"I'm not here for Billie Joe," he said, giving me a 'this is serious' look. "I actually came to talk to you for a few minutes." Now this shocked me. Mike and I never talked privately. Usually we were at each other's throats. And it also brought back memories of my birthday, about Mike talking to me like a normal person. Why was he acting so fucking weird?!
"Okay, well, talk then," I said, gesturing for him to continue. He looked around and raised an eyebrow at me. I sighed and stepped outside on the porch, shutting the door behind me. "Okay, now talk..."
"Jessie, what the fuck is going on," he started harshly. "You and Billie Joe are at each other's throats and Tre' is acting like he's on cloud nine. What is going on between you guys? Al and I are stuck in the middle of it all."
"And you think this is my fault," I asked.
"Yes, I do," he said. "Ever since your birthday, Billie Joe has shut up and been more pissy than usual. I've tried to talk to him, but he won't open up. And Tre' is just being Tre'. He won't tell me anything either, instead he makes googoo eyes at me and sighs pathetically. And it has something to do with you."
"All right," I said. "Billie Joe told me that he loves me and Tre' is seducing me even though I told him that I wanted to stay friends. He's probably on cloud nine because he's kissed me twice, both times I didn't want it." Okay, the first time, I kind of told him I wanted it, but today was different. "And Billie Joe caught us both times. So...are you happy? Cause I'm not. I'm frustrated as hell because two of the coolest guys I know are crushing on me." Mike sighed and rubbed his forehead with his hands.
"Jesus, this is so screwed up," he muttered. "And Al is thinking of quitting the band for college."
"What?" I asked. This had caught me off guard, once again. "Al's quitting to go to college? What about the record deal you guys got?" Mike rolled his eyes and looked at his feet.
"I don't think Al really cares about it," Mike said, shaking his head. I gave him a sympathetic look and surprised the hell out of myself as I stepped forward and gave him a hug. And then we were both in tears. Me because my life was falling apart, and him because the one big thing he cared about was going to the dogs. "I just...I can't believe all of this is happening."
"I know, Mike, I know," I said, burying my head into his shoulder. He was a really tall guy, if you hadn't already known that. "Look, why don't you go back home and I'll try to talk to Billie Joe about all of this. Maybe take some weight off your shoulders?"
"Thanks, Jessie," Mike said, pulling away from our hug.
"But you owe me," I said jokingly. He nodded and walked away. I braced myself for what I was about to do and headed towards the backyard, taking the long way from the outside. Billie Joe was sitting in one of the lawn chairs, a joint hanging from his chapped lips, his hands in his hair. He looked to be in deep thought and I watched him for a minute. I watched his lips move into words that I couldn't hear, his eyes shifting around in front of him, his knees bouncing up and down repeatedly. Something about the way he was sitting was bothering me, so I stepped up to him. He looked up in surprise and dropped his joint to the porch.
"What do you want?" he asked bitterly, picking up his joint.
"You know, you can get cancer from that," I said, gesturing to his joint.
"Why do you care," he spat at me. And I did the one thing that came to my mind. I slapped him, slapped him good and hard, across the face.
"Don't you dare use that tone with me," I snapped. He looked up at me in anger and stood up, throwing his joint on the ground and stomping it out.
"Use a tone," he asked. "Use a tone?!" He raised his voice until it sounded like a full blown scream. "Don't fucking tell me how to talk to you! I found you kissing him again, Jessie!!!!! How many fucking ass times am I going to catch you kissing him?!"
"He kissed him, not me kissing him," I said calmly, looking up at him. He looked me straight in the eyes and I saw anger, anger I wished I'd never see again. This was not the Billie Joe I had loved.
"Does it matter who started it," Billie Joe yelled, taking a step towards me.
"Yes, it does," I yelled back at him. "Step back, Billie Joe!" He shook his head and took another step towards me. In response, I shoved him hard in the chest, making him trip over the chair and fall back on his ass. He stood up automatically and gripped my shoulders with all his strength. "Ow, Billie, let go!"
"Not until you fucking listen, Jessie," Billie Joe screamed. I struggled against him, but that only resulted in me slipping on the step behind me and falling backwards on the grass, Billie Joe coming with me. Billie Joe fell on top of me and let me tell you, that was not a picnic.
"Get off of me," I said, pushing at his chest. He looked at me, his eyes full of anger and lust, before his lips slammed against mine hard. I resisted those lips and moved my head, but he moved with me. It took him five minutes to actually open my mouth to fully kiss me. I bit down on his tongue as hard as I could and I heard him groan in pain. Pulling away from his furious kiss, I watched him spit out the blood next to him before he glared down at me. He kissed me again and this time I complied. I kissed him just like he was kissing me, filled with anger.
I rolled him over and got on top of him so I was straddling him. He tried to grab my wrists, but I grabbed his hands and spread them out on the grass, smiling evilly at him. His eyes went wide until I kissed him again, digging my nails into his hands. He moaned when my tongue met his and then we heard the back door open.
A knock on the door made me jump about a mile off the ground. I sighed and cursed myself for being so goddamn popular. Opening the door, expecting to see either Al or Tre', I found that it was Mike instead. What the hell would he be doing-oh, Billie Joe. Should have known.
"Billie Joe's in the back," I said, rolling my eyes. "But be careful, he's in his little PMS mood."
"I'm not here for Billie Joe," he said, giving me a 'this is serious' look. "I actually came to talk to you for a few minutes." Now this shocked me. Mike and I never talked privately. Usually we were at each other's throats. And it also brought back memories of my birthday, about Mike talking to me like a normal person. Why was he acting so fucking weird?!
"Okay, well, talk then," I said, gesturing for him to continue. He looked around and raised an eyebrow at me. I sighed and stepped outside on the porch, shutting the door behind me. "Okay, now talk..."
"Jessie, what the fuck is going on," he started harshly. "You and Billie Joe are at each other's throats and Tre' is acting like he's on cloud nine. What is going on between you guys? Al and I are stuck in the middle of it all."
"And you think this is my fault," I asked.
"Yes, I do," he said. "Ever since your birthday, Billie Joe has shut up and been more pissy than usual. I've tried to talk to him, but he won't open up. And Tre' is just being Tre'. He won't tell me anything either, instead he makes googoo eyes at me and sighs pathetically. And it has something to do with you."
"All right," I said. "Billie Joe told me that he loves me and Tre' is seducing me even though I told him that I wanted to stay friends. He's probably on cloud nine because he's kissed me twice, both times I didn't want it." Okay, the first time, I kind of told him I wanted it, but today was different. "And Billie Joe caught us both times. So...are you happy? Cause I'm not. I'm frustrated as hell because two of the coolest guys I know are crushing on me." Mike sighed and rubbed his forehead with his hands.
"Jesus, this is so screwed up," he muttered. "And Al is thinking of quitting the band for college."
"What?" I asked. This had caught me off guard, once again. "Al's quitting to go to college? What about the record deal you guys got?" Mike rolled his eyes and looked at his feet.
"I don't think Al really cares about it," Mike said, shaking his head. I gave him a sympathetic look and surprised the hell out of myself as I stepped forward and gave him a hug. And then we were both in tears. Me because my life was falling apart, and him because the one big thing he cared about was going to the dogs. "I just...I can't believe all of this is happening."
"I know, Mike, I know," I said, burying my head into his shoulder. He was a really tall guy, if you hadn't already known that. "Look, why don't you go back home and I'll try to talk to Billie Joe about all of this. Maybe take some weight off your shoulders?"
"Thanks, Jessie," Mike said, pulling away from our hug.
"But you owe me," I said jokingly. He nodded and walked away. I braced myself for what I was about to do and headed towards the backyard, taking the long way from the outside. Billie Joe was sitting in one of the lawn chairs, a joint hanging from his chapped lips, his hands in his hair. He looked to be in deep thought and I watched him for a minute. I watched his lips move into words that I couldn't hear, his eyes shifting around in front of him, his knees bouncing up and down repeatedly. Something about the way he was sitting was bothering me, so I stepped up to him. He looked up in surprise and dropped his joint to the porch.
"What do you want?" he asked bitterly, picking up his joint.
"You know, you can get cancer from that," I said, gesturing to his joint.
"Why do you care," he spat at me. And I did the one thing that came to my mind. I slapped him, slapped him good and hard, across the face.
"Don't you dare use that tone with me," I snapped. He looked up at me in anger and stood up, throwing his joint on the ground and stomping it out.
"Use a tone," he asked. "Use a tone?!" He raised his voice until it sounded like a full blown scream. "Don't fucking tell me how to talk to you! I found you kissing him again, Jessie!!!!! How many fucking ass times am I going to catch you kissing him?!"
"He kissed him, not me kissing him," I said calmly, looking up at him. He looked me straight in the eyes and I saw anger, anger I wished I'd never see again. This was not the Billie Joe I had loved.
"Does it matter who started it," Billie Joe yelled, taking a step towards me.
"Yes, it does," I yelled back at him. "Step back, Billie Joe!" He shook his head and took another step towards me. In response, I shoved him hard in the chest, making him trip over the chair and fall back on his ass. He stood up automatically and gripped my shoulders with all his strength. "Ow, Billie, let go!"
"Not until you fucking listen, Jessie," Billie Joe screamed. I struggled against him, but that only resulted in me slipping on the step behind me and falling backwards on the grass, Billie Joe coming with me. Billie Joe fell on top of me and let me tell you, that was not a picnic.
"Get off of me," I said, pushing at his chest. He looked at me, his eyes full of anger and lust, before his lips slammed against mine hard. I resisted those lips and moved my head, but he moved with me. It took him five minutes to actually open my mouth to fully kiss me. I bit down on his tongue as hard as I could and I heard him groan in pain. Pulling away from his furious kiss, I watched him spit out the blood next to him before he glared down at me. He kissed me again and this time I complied. I kissed him just like he was kissing me, filled with anger.
I rolled him over and got on top of him so I was straddling him. He tried to grab my wrists, but I grabbed his hands and spread them out on the grass, smiling evilly at him. His eyes went wide until I kissed him again, digging my nails into his hands. He moaned when my tongue met his and then we heard the back door open.
