Inked Memories (Dedicated to Ri), chapter 9
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The car was big, the garden was big, the house was big, and his LIFE was big! Yes! I, Ri, had travelled, walked, entered and stood in gawping amazement in Billie Joe Armstrong's own, personal house. It was all his. It all belonged to one man. One man; which I loved.
I couldn't believe it; it was too good to be true! As soon we pulled away from the passionate kiss, he took my hand and led me out of Starbucks like my knight in shining armour for my next surprise. Nothing was left behind, only Jess and the shocked expression she wore. I would've waved goodbye, but I was still in a trance, still dumbfounded by the kiss we shared.
I turned on the spot, staring at the ceiling and my arms outspread. I still awed in fascination, amazement and bafflement at his beautiful house.
"Hah!" He laughed. "You look like Jesus or something. Like Jesus of Suburbia! Hey, that sounds pretty good... I better write that down."
He grabbed a nearby note book and pen and scribbled a few words down. He had already began humming a catchy tune. Scribbled a bit more and then threw the note book and pen behind him. By now I had come to realisation that this was not a dream, mirage or magic trick, this was real life. Sod's law I befriended a cousin of Billie Joe. Sod's law Billie needed a tattoo. Sod's law I inked that tattoo. Sod's law I did a good job of it and ended up with his number. Sod's law I met up with him in Starbucks, shared a kiss and now was in his house. God I loved Sod's law.
Billie Joe walked, no glided over to me, he was that smooth and led me through to the living room. I slid down onto the cushiony couch. The couch was so soft, it hugged me and drew me into it's depth.
"So, what do you want to drink?" he asked.
I remembered I never did drink anything that morning and had forgotten how thirsty I was.
"Erm, water." Pause. "Please," I added.
Oh god, what's wrong with me today... Water? Yeah, I'm sure I looked real cool in front of him. Perhaps I should've asked for a little pink straw with it too.
"Haha!" Was he laughing at me? "Don't worry, I'll get ya something nice..." With that, he walked out of the room. I could hear some glasses tinkle against each other and pouring liquid. Soon he returned with two tall glasses containing water with ice and a slice of lemon.
"Wow, fancy water!" I said as he handed the cold glass to me.
"Water? Nah, something a bit stronger," he winked.
Billie fell down beside me and placed his feet on the mahogany coffee table. Casually, he placed his arm along the back of the couch and let his hand rest upon my left shoulder, holding his drink in the other.
"Mmm...Vodka!" I exclaimed taking a sip. God, it was good Vodka.
"You like?" Billie replied smiling.
I nodded in response licking my lips. He bit the bottom of his lip and gazed longingly at mine. He slid closer. I leaned in. The house was quiet. He moved some strands of blonde hair behind my back and started to gently kiss my shoulder, slowly moving up my neck. I closed my eyes and fell back upon the couch, carefully placing my drink on the table. He followed until he lay on top of me. A hand caressed my cheek drawing me into another tender kiss. Eyes closed, lips locked. I wrapped my arms around him. This was Nirvana, this was a real Nirvana, and the best bit was, it was MY Nirvana.
We lay there, kissing a while. It was amazing; he was such a good kisser, he had this way of making every little bit in my body tingle and my heart soar. Suddenly, I felt him tugging at my top. I didn't think much of it first, but then I felt his warm hand burrow underneath my top and start making its way up to my breasts. I enjoyed the huge rush I got from knowing that Billie Joe, a Punk God did actually like me, and wanted to feel me up, but on the other hand, I didn't want to rush things so quickly, after all, this was our first casual meeting...casual meeting? What? No, this had definitely turned into a date. Our first date, I thought sharing a vodka or two followed by making out on the couch was enough.
I was beginning to panic, 'What should I do?' I thought. 'I could let him carry on, but what next? What if he wants to take it further? But I could tell him to stop... and blow my chances with him? NO WAY!'
Suddenly there was a loud crash and footsteps.
"Shit!" breathed Billie. "I forgot to lock the door!"
Oh my god, Was he being burgled? By now, Billie Joe had gotten off of me and was now standing upright. Well, at least the unexpected intruder had given me time to think.
"Do you want me to call 911?" I asked urgently, scrambling for my cell phone.
"911? Shit! Not the pigs! Please don't! I HATE the pigs!" I heard an anonymous, yet some what familiar voice...
I peeked over the couch, one eye open, to see a mass murderer grinning in my face.
Well, almost a mass murderer anyway, it was Tré Cool grinning in my face.
I couldn't believe it; it was too good to be true! As soon we pulled away from the passionate kiss, he took my hand and led me out of Starbucks like my knight in shining armour for my next surprise. Nothing was left behind, only Jess and the shocked expression she wore. I would've waved goodbye, but I was still in a trance, still dumbfounded by the kiss we shared.
I turned on the spot, staring at the ceiling and my arms outspread. I still awed in fascination, amazement and bafflement at his beautiful house.
"Hah!" He laughed. "You look like Jesus or something. Like Jesus of Suburbia! Hey, that sounds pretty good... I better write that down."
He grabbed a nearby note book and pen and scribbled a few words down. He had already began humming a catchy tune. Scribbled a bit more and then threw the note book and pen behind him. By now I had come to realisation that this was not a dream, mirage or magic trick, this was real life. Sod's law I befriended a cousin of Billie Joe. Sod's law Billie needed a tattoo. Sod's law I inked that tattoo. Sod's law I did a good job of it and ended up with his number. Sod's law I met up with him in Starbucks, shared a kiss and now was in his house. God I loved Sod's law.
Billie Joe walked, no glided over to me, he was that smooth and led me through to the living room. I slid down onto the cushiony couch. The couch was so soft, it hugged me and drew me into it's depth.
"So, what do you want to drink?" he asked.
I remembered I never did drink anything that morning and had forgotten how thirsty I was.
"Erm, water." Pause. "Please," I added.
Oh god, what's wrong with me today... Water? Yeah, I'm sure I looked real cool in front of him. Perhaps I should've asked for a little pink straw with it too.
"Haha!" Was he laughing at me? "Don't worry, I'll get ya something nice..." With that, he walked out of the room. I could hear some glasses tinkle against each other and pouring liquid. Soon he returned with two tall glasses containing water with ice and a slice of lemon.
"Wow, fancy water!" I said as he handed the cold glass to me.
"Water? Nah, something a bit stronger," he winked.
Billie fell down beside me and placed his feet on the mahogany coffee table. Casually, he placed his arm along the back of the couch and let his hand rest upon my left shoulder, holding his drink in the other.
"Mmm...Vodka!" I exclaimed taking a sip. God, it was good Vodka.
"You like?" Billie replied smiling.
I nodded in response licking my lips. He bit the bottom of his lip and gazed longingly at mine. He slid closer. I leaned in. The house was quiet. He moved some strands of blonde hair behind my back and started to gently kiss my shoulder, slowly moving up my neck. I closed my eyes and fell back upon the couch, carefully placing my drink on the table. He followed until he lay on top of me. A hand caressed my cheek drawing me into another tender kiss. Eyes closed, lips locked. I wrapped my arms around him. This was Nirvana, this was a real Nirvana, and the best bit was, it was MY Nirvana.
We lay there, kissing a while. It was amazing; he was such a good kisser, he had this way of making every little bit in my body tingle and my heart soar. Suddenly, I felt him tugging at my top. I didn't think much of it first, but then I felt his warm hand burrow underneath my top and start making its way up to my breasts. I enjoyed the huge rush I got from knowing that Billie Joe, a Punk God did actually like me, and wanted to feel me up, but on the other hand, I didn't want to rush things so quickly, after all, this was our first casual meeting...casual meeting? What? No, this had definitely turned into a date. Our first date, I thought sharing a vodka or two followed by making out on the couch was enough.
I was beginning to panic, 'What should I do?' I thought. 'I could let him carry on, but what next? What if he wants to take it further? But I could tell him to stop... and blow my chances with him? NO WAY!'
Suddenly there was a loud crash and footsteps.
"Shit!" breathed Billie. "I forgot to lock the door!"
Oh my god, Was he being burgled? By now, Billie Joe had gotten off of me and was now standing upright. Well, at least the unexpected intruder had given me time to think.
"Do you want me to call 911?" I asked urgently, scrambling for my cell phone.
"911? Shit! Not the pigs! Please don't! I HATE the pigs!" I heard an anonymous, yet some what familiar voice...
I peeked over the couch, one eye open, to see a mass murderer grinning in my face.
Well, almost a mass murderer anyway, it was Tré Cool grinning in my face.
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