Love Me Long, chapter 2
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*Jacie's Point of View*
So, Mr. Armstrong asked me to join him for dinner at his house. I'm happy because I think that is really cool. I really like him, so I'm freaking out trying to find the right outfit to wear. I put my hair up in curlers, and I put on a ton of make-up.
I'm nervous as hell because I'm not very good at this. I hope he likes me the same way as I like him. Oh listen to me, I sound like a child, not at all like the 26 year old girl I am.
I think I found the perfect dress. Now I need shoes, and a bag, and...oh God, I sound like such a fucking prep. God, I haven't been this jittery since high school. But what can I say? The man makes me weak at the knees. I know what you're thinking, I only like him for the fact that he's Billie Joe Armstrong. Well, you're wrong.
I met him at a coffe shop with my boss John, an agent for Reprise Records. They had stuff to go over, and they didn't want to do all that formal crap, so they met up at Starbucks and dragged me along so I could take notes for Mr. Armstrong. Well, I only wrote like two words the entire day, but Billie and I talked about our kids.
I don't actually have any children, I just have a little niece that lives with me when her mother gets back into her drinking problem. Billie Joe told me all about his two sons; I think it's sweet how much he cares about them. I think he's the sweetest guy, but he is a little reserved when it comes to talking about his wife, Adrienne. He only tells me about their fights. But I think she left him today, because he has a stupid mouth. Well, I'm off to have dinner with him.
*Billie's Point of View*
I'm so happy she said yes. Like, right after she hung up, I ran upstairs and took a shower and shaved and put on clean boxers and clothes. Okay, I'm a pig I know, but this morning I was in a hurry to get out of this fucking house. So after breakfast, I just threw on some clothes and left. But now I'm clean and shaved, and I'm making dinner. It's nothing special, just lasanga. I know how to make that, and it actually be edible. Adrienne never let me cook anything, so that's all I really learned how to make. The door bell just rang; it must be Jacie.
"Hi Billie. I hope I'm not too early for dinner," she said when I opened the door. God, she's beautiful. She's wearing a black dress, and her hair is curled.
"Not at all Miss De'amor," I say trying not to sound stupid. I love her last name. Jacie is of Hispanic origin, and her last name is like, Of Love, in Spanish.
"Oh please, darling, do call me by my first name," she jokes. She has such a pretty smile.
"Well, enter the house of God. I'll be your host for the evening," I say in a bold tone.
"Very funny Mr. Ar...I mean Billie. The house of God?"
"Yeah, didn't you know that I'm also God?"
"Of what, how to lose a woman in two seconds?"
"Hey, she left me for one stupid, insignificant comment. It's not a big deal; I wasn't in love with her anymore, anyways."
"So what's for dinner?" Jacie asks with curiosity.
"Vegitarian lasanga with a salad and dessert."
"What be for dessert?" she asks like a child.
"Cheesecake. I made everything myself, with my own hands," I say proudly. She smiles and sits on the couch.
***
So after dinner we sit in the living room and talk. Those pretty blue eyes of hers look tired and distant.
"Jacie, are you feeling alright? You don't look so good," I ask, trying not to sound like some old man that's concernd about a girl.
"I'm just a bit tired. I just need to rest for a little while. I think I'll crash here tonight, if it's alright. I don't feel well enough to drive."
"It's fine if you crash here for tonight; I'll show you to the guest room," I say, standing up to show her upstairs.
Once we get up the stairs, she is too tired to continue down the hall to the guest room I planned to put her in.
"Would you like me to carry you to the room?"
She nods weakly. She is shorter than I am, so I have no trouble lifting her up, and I carry her to her room.
*Jacie's Point of View*
I don't remember anything after dinner last night. I woke up this morning in Billie's house. On the night table next to my bed, there is a tray with a muffin and a cup of tea on it with a rose in a vase. I take a bite of the muffin and notice a little note by the cup of tea. I pick it up and read it out loud to myself,
To Miss Jacie De'amor. From Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong. Hope you are feeling better, you weren't feeling well last night, that's why you are still in my house this lovely morning. I wasn't sure what you eat for breakfast, so I just gave you a muffin and tea. The bathroom in the room you are in has a shower, and I laid out some of my clothes, if you want to change. They should fit you. Love you, hon. Love, Billie.
Love you? I keep thinking to myself. What does he mean by that? Oh well, I need a shower and clean, more comfotable clothes, considering that he didn't undress me last night. He probably found it inappropriate to undress a woman without her permission. I get up and walk into the guest room washroom. In there, I find a pair of black Dickies pants and a black, button-down shirt. Along with it are a belt and a towel.
So I take my shower and get dressed in the clothes that Billie laid out for me. Then I go downstairs and look for him. He's laying on the sofa, sleeping. I walk over to him and shake him gently awake.
"Oh, good morning hon. Did you find everything I left for you?" he asks with his eyes still closed.
"Yeah, I found everything just fine. Thank you for the tea and the clothes. It was very kind of you to let me use your guest room and your clothing."
"It's no problem, really. You said you weren't feeling well last night, so I let you stay here. But it was your choice."
"I don't remember last night after dinner. Please tell me, did anything happen between us last night?" I ask, a bit worried that I may have been taken advantage of. He opens his eyes and looks at me.
"Come again," he says, looking confused.
"Did anything happen?"
"Like sex?" I nod. "No."
"Are you lying to protect yourself?"
He jumps to his feet. "What kind of question is that?!" he asks harshly.
"Well, I find it a little odd that I woke up in your house with no recollection of last night. I want to know if you took advantage of me while I wasn't feeling well."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Took advantage of you? I didn't even undress you for bed! Nothing happened, Jacie."
So, Mr. Armstrong asked me to join him for dinner at his house. I'm happy because I think that is really cool. I really like him, so I'm freaking out trying to find the right outfit to wear. I put my hair up in curlers, and I put on a ton of make-up.
I'm nervous as hell because I'm not very good at this. I hope he likes me the same way as I like him. Oh listen to me, I sound like a child, not at all like the 26 year old girl I am.
I think I found the perfect dress. Now I need shoes, and a bag, and...oh God, I sound like such a fucking prep. God, I haven't been this jittery since high school. But what can I say? The man makes me weak at the knees. I know what you're thinking, I only like him for the fact that he's Billie Joe Armstrong. Well, you're wrong.
I met him at a coffe shop with my boss John, an agent for Reprise Records. They had stuff to go over, and they didn't want to do all that formal crap, so they met up at Starbucks and dragged me along so I could take notes for Mr. Armstrong. Well, I only wrote like two words the entire day, but Billie and I talked about our kids.
I don't actually have any children, I just have a little niece that lives with me when her mother gets back into her drinking problem. Billie Joe told me all about his two sons; I think it's sweet how much he cares about them. I think he's the sweetest guy, but he is a little reserved when it comes to talking about his wife, Adrienne. He only tells me about their fights. But I think she left him today, because he has a stupid mouth. Well, I'm off to have dinner with him.
*Billie's Point of View*
I'm so happy she said yes. Like, right after she hung up, I ran upstairs and took a shower and shaved and put on clean boxers and clothes. Okay, I'm a pig I know, but this morning I was in a hurry to get out of this fucking house. So after breakfast, I just threw on some clothes and left. But now I'm clean and shaved, and I'm making dinner. It's nothing special, just lasanga. I know how to make that, and it actually be edible. Adrienne never let me cook anything, so that's all I really learned how to make. The door bell just rang; it must be Jacie.
"Hi Billie. I hope I'm not too early for dinner," she said when I opened the door. God, she's beautiful. She's wearing a black dress, and her hair is curled.
"Not at all Miss De'amor," I say trying not to sound stupid. I love her last name. Jacie is of Hispanic origin, and her last name is like, Of Love, in Spanish.
"Oh please, darling, do call me by my first name," she jokes. She has such a pretty smile.
"Well, enter the house of God. I'll be your host for the evening," I say in a bold tone.
"Very funny Mr. Ar...I mean Billie. The house of God?"
"Yeah, didn't you know that I'm also God?"
"Of what, how to lose a woman in two seconds?"
"Hey, she left me for one stupid, insignificant comment. It's not a big deal; I wasn't in love with her anymore, anyways."
"So what's for dinner?" Jacie asks with curiosity.
"Vegitarian lasanga with a salad and dessert."
"What be for dessert?" she asks like a child.
"Cheesecake. I made everything myself, with my own hands," I say proudly. She smiles and sits on the couch.
***
So after dinner we sit in the living room and talk. Those pretty blue eyes of hers look tired and distant.
"Jacie, are you feeling alright? You don't look so good," I ask, trying not to sound like some old man that's concernd about a girl.
"I'm just a bit tired. I just need to rest for a little while. I think I'll crash here tonight, if it's alright. I don't feel well enough to drive."
"It's fine if you crash here for tonight; I'll show you to the guest room," I say, standing up to show her upstairs.
Once we get up the stairs, she is too tired to continue down the hall to the guest room I planned to put her in.
"Would you like me to carry you to the room?"
She nods weakly. She is shorter than I am, so I have no trouble lifting her up, and I carry her to her room.
*Jacie's Point of View*
I don't remember anything after dinner last night. I woke up this morning in Billie's house. On the night table next to my bed, there is a tray with a muffin and a cup of tea on it with a rose in a vase. I take a bite of the muffin and notice a little note by the cup of tea. I pick it up and read it out loud to myself,
To Miss Jacie De'amor. From Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong. Hope you are feeling better, you weren't feeling well last night, that's why you are still in my house this lovely morning. I wasn't sure what you eat for breakfast, so I just gave you a muffin and tea. The bathroom in the room you are in has a shower, and I laid out some of my clothes, if you want to change. They should fit you. Love you, hon. Love, Billie.
Love you? I keep thinking to myself. What does he mean by that? Oh well, I need a shower and clean, more comfotable clothes, considering that he didn't undress me last night. He probably found it inappropriate to undress a woman without her permission. I get up and walk into the guest room washroom. In there, I find a pair of black Dickies pants and a black, button-down shirt. Along with it are a belt and a towel.
So I take my shower and get dressed in the clothes that Billie laid out for me. Then I go downstairs and look for him. He's laying on the sofa, sleeping. I walk over to him and shake him gently awake.
"Oh, good morning hon. Did you find everything I left for you?" he asks with his eyes still closed.
"Yeah, I found everything just fine. Thank you for the tea and the clothes. It was very kind of you to let me use your guest room and your clothing."
"It's no problem, really. You said you weren't feeling well last night, so I let you stay here. But it was your choice."
"I don't remember last night after dinner. Please tell me, did anything happen between us last night?" I ask, a bit worried that I may have been taken advantage of. He opens his eyes and looks at me.
"Come again," he says, looking confused.
"Did anything happen?"
"Like sex?" I nod. "No."
"Are you lying to protect yourself?"
He jumps to his feet. "What kind of question is that?!" he asks harshly.
"Well, I find it a little odd that I woke up in your house with no recollection of last night. I want to know if you took advantage of me while I wasn't feeling well."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Took advantage of you? I didn't even undress you for bed! Nothing happened, Jacie."
