Hate Me (Or Don't), chapter 2
I walked up to the front door of my new home.
"Damn. Now where did I put the keys?"
I fumbled around in my purse for a few seconds. "Ha! Found 'em"
I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
"Holy shit, it's bigger than I expected."
"So, your friend bought you this house?" Billie asked
"Yeah, he did, I just don't know how he got all the money for it, I mean it had to expensive, right?"
He just shrugged. "Well, let's check it out."
We walked through the whole house, exploring it. There were three bedrooms, a master bedroom, three bathrooms, a study, a living room, a kitchen, and a dining room.
"Hey, I wonder whats in the backyard?" I said aloud.
"Let's go see. I'll race ya there!" And with that Billie Joe took off running towards the backyard.
I laughed and took off after him.
"Awesome! I have a pool! And a hot tub!"
"Mine's bigger!" bragged Billie playfully.
"You have a dirty mind!"
He pretended to look offended. "Well, excuse me, but I am not the one who interpreted that to be dirty!"
I laughed again.
"Oh, crap. I just realized that I have no where to sleep but on the floor. My stuff won't get here until tomorrow."
"Well, you could stay with me tonight. I have a guest room, y'know"
"Mmm, are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay then. Lemme just get my stuff-oh shit."
"What?" He looked slightly worried.
"Oh, I just realized I don't have any clothes for tonight...or tomorrow," I said smacking my forehead. "God, I am so stupid sometimes!" I sighed.
Billie Joe smirked. He had a suggestive look on his face. "Well, you don't have to wear anything tonight."
I smacked his arm. "Ow! You hit hard! What was that for?"
"Of course I'm going to wear something tonight!"
He fake pouted. "Fine. Be that way. You're just missing out on all the fun of being nude."
I looked at hm oddly then giggled. "That made no sense."
"So are you staying with me or not?"
"Yes, I am."
We walked next door to Billie's house. I pretended to act like a teenie.
"Like, ohmigawd! I'm going to Billie Joe's house! Like, it's like, so awesome! Like, he's sooo hawt!" Billie laughed. "I hate teenies. They're like fuckin stalkers. And they always try to touch you. It creeps me out."
We walked into his house. "Wow. Your house is huge."
"Told you mine was bigger!" he said a stuck out his tongue at me.
"So, where am I going to sleep?"
"You wanna sleep already? It's only 8:30!"
"Nope, not tired at all. Just wanted to know."
"Well, you can sleep in the guestroom upstairs. Now, how about I make us some popcorn and we watch a movie?"
"Sounds good. Which movie?"
"Uh, you can pick one out. They're on that shelf right there." He pointed to a shelf with DVD's and left the room.
I looked through them. I picked one I hadn't seen. The Descent. "Wonder what it's about?" I said aloud.
Billie came back with popcorn and two rootbeers. "So what're we watching?"
"Uh, The Descent, I think it's called. I haven't seen it. I s it good?"
An evil grin spread across his face. "Just watch."
We sat down on the couch as the movie began. Then the scary parts started. I scooted closer to Billie. He looked over at me and smirked.
I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. I covered my eyes.
Finally the movie ended.
"Why didn't you warn me it would be that scary?"
He laughed, "I wanted to see your reaction."
"Well, I'm tired. I'm going to bed," he said.
"Wait, I need pajamas."
"That can be arranged."
He went to his room and brought back a pair of black sweat pants and a Ramones T-shirt.. "Will this work?"
"Yep. Thank-you." I went in the guest room to change, then fell asleep on the bed. I awoke a few hours later due to a very bloody nightmare. "Damn that movie. Now I can't sleep." I quietly got up and opened the door. I padded down the hall silently to Billie Joe's room. I knocked softly. A minute later he opened the door. "Can't sleep?" he asked with a smirk.
"No, I can't sleep because of that movie." He laughed, "Come sleep with me."
I walked into his room and layed down on the bed. He layed down next to me.
Soon I was drifting to sleep.
"Damn. Now where did I put the keys?"
I fumbled around in my purse for a few seconds. "Ha! Found 'em"
I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
"Holy shit, it's bigger than I expected."
"So, your friend bought you this house?" Billie asked
"Yeah, he did, I just don't know how he got all the money for it, I mean it had to expensive, right?"
He just shrugged. "Well, let's check it out."
We walked through the whole house, exploring it. There were three bedrooms, a master bedroom, three bathrooms, a study, a living room, a kitchen, and a dining room.
"Hey, I wonder whats in the backyard?" I said aloud.
"Let's go see. I'll race ya there!" And with that Billie Joe took off running towards the backyard.
I laughed and took off after him.
"Awesome! I have a pool! And a hot tub!"
"Mine's bigger!" bragged Billie playfully.
"You have a dirty mind!"
He pretended to look offended. "Well, excuse me, but I am not the one who interpreted that to be dirty!"
I laughed again.
"Oh, crap. I just realized that I have no where to sleep but on the floor. My stuff won't get here until tomorrow."
"Well, you could stay with me tonight. I have a guest room, y'know"
"Mmm, are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay then. Lemme just get my stuff-oh shit."
"What?" He looked slightly worried.
"Oh, I just realized I don't have any clothes for tonight...or tomorrow," I said smacking my forehead. "God, I am so stupid sometimes!" I sighed.
Billie Joe smirked. He had a suggestive look on his face. "Well, you don't have to wear anything tonight."
I smacked his arm. "Ow! You hit hard! What was that for?"
"Of course I'm going to wear something tonight!"
He fake pouted. "Fine. Be that way. You're just missing out on all the fun of being nude."
I looked at hm oddly then giggled. "That made no sense."
"So are you staying with me or not?"
"Yes, I am."
We walked next door to Billie's house. I pretended to act like a teenie.
"Like, ohmigawd! I'm going to Billie Joe's house! Like, it's like, so awesome! Like, he's sooo hawt!" Billie laughed. "I hate teenies. They're like fuckin stalkers. And they always try to touch you. It creeps me out."
We walked into his house. "Wow. Your house is huge."
"Told you mine was bigger!" he said a stuck out his tongue at me.
"So, where am I going to sleep?"
"You wanna sleep already? It's only 8:30!"
"Nope, not tired at all. Just wanted to know."
"Well, you can sleep in the guestroom upstairs. Now, how about I make us some popcorn and we watch a movie?"
"Sounds good. Which movie?"
"Uh, you can pick one out. They're on that shelf right there." He pointed to a shelf with DVD's and left the room.
I looked through them. I picked one I hadn't seen. The Descent. "Wonder what it's about?" I said aloud.
Billie came back with popcorn and two rootbeers. "So what're we watching?"
"Uh, The Descent, I think it's called. I haven't seen it. I s it good?"
An evil grin spread across his face. "Just watch."
We sat down on the couch as the movie began. Then the scary parts started. I scooted closer to Billie. He looked over at me and smirked.
I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. I covered my eyes.
Finally the movie ended.
"Why didn't you warn me it would be that scary?"
He laughed, "I wanted to see your reaction."
"Well, I'm tired. I'm going to bed," he said.
"Wait, I need pajamas."
"That can be arranged."
He went to his room and brought back a pair of black sweat pants and a Ramones T-shirt.. "Will this work?"
"Yep. Thank-you." I went in the guest room to change, then fell asleep on the bed. I awoke a few hours later due to a very bloody nightmare. "Damn that movie. Now I can't sleep." I quietly got up and opened the door. I padded down the hall silently to Billie Joe's room. I knocked softly. A minute later he opened the door. "Can't sleep?" he asked with a smirk.
"No, I can't sleep because of that movie." He laughed, "Come sleep with me."
I walked into his room and layed down on the bed. He layed down next to me.
Soon I was drifting to sleep.
