Love Me Long, chapter 7
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*still Billie's P.O.V.*
So, yeah, Joey totally hates me, and MY entire life sucks ass right now. It's been like, a month since me and Jacie started sleeping together, and Joey still hasn't warmed up to the Idea! Adie got married and apperently is expecting a child with her new husband! She sent me a letter to let me know that it was officialy over between us, and to forget about her. Jacie is the only good thing in my life right now, besides Jakob's complete and total approval of Jacie's and my relationship. He loves her.
So, Jacie is living here now. She's taken over my bathroom with all of her female nessessities, and products. I can't find anything in the cuboards under the sink, because it's filled with lotion and ladies razors, and uh... well if you're a woman you probably know what I'm talking about, so I don't need to say it. She has this huge box of... those, and it is irritating, but I don't really care, so yeah, I put up with them, cuz I love her.
She has pregnantcy tests too... and I'm not sure why, cause she was a virgin, but they aren't open or anything, and she's on birthcontrol, mainly because, if she ended up pregnant, Joey would really freak out. But I love her.
She's sitting on the couch with Jake. The are watching some kind of stupid reality show on tv. I sit down next to her, and she leans into me and puts her head on my chest..... God I love her.
*Jacie's p.o.v.*
I'm sitting with my head on Billie's chest. He's got his arm around me, and his six year old son Jakob is on the other side of me. He stayed home from school today because the kids tease him because of his dad. American Idiot did really well, and everybody knows about Green Day, and that Jakob is the son of Billie Joe. Joey only goes to get away from me. Billie let them both make that choice one day a week, for rest from it. Since Jakob is only six years old, and the teasing hurts his feelings, every Wendsday, he stays home. Joey is nine, and he goes.
Joey isn't exactly my biggest fan. He hates me, with a passion. Every time he has the chance, he tells me or Billie Joe how much he hates us both and how he can't wait till he's eighteen so he can move out.
The phone starts ringing. I stand up and walk to it and pick up the recevier. "Hello."
"Oh, it's you. Well tell my dad that I'm going to a friend's house, for the night, so I won't be home till tomorrow afternoon, if I don't decide to stay longer. I'm sure he won't care anyways, cause all he cares about is you!" Joey says from the other line. God he loves me doesn't he?
"Joey this is a school night, you are coming home," I say.
"Excuse me? You aren't my mom, you can't tell me what to do."
"Well your dad can." I call Billie to the phone.
"Hello," he says, and then the screaming starts, "Joey, it's a school night, you get your ass home!... Don't give me that shit!.... You're right Joseph, she's not your mother, but she's an adult, and she's my girlfriend, and I give her permission to tell you to get your ass home on a school night!... Joseph Marciano Armstrong, If Your ass is not in this house in the next ten minutes, You will be sorry!... Don't take that tone with me, I'm your father, and whether or not you like it, you live in my house you live by my rules, and you don't say a word about it! Understood!" he screams into the phone. There is a few minutes of silence, and then he hangs up.
"So?" I question stupidly.
"So he's coming home or he's getting his ass kicked. Why does he have to be such a little brat?" Billie answers.
"I don't know... maybe I should move out. I've caused enough problems for you. I'll just get my things and go. You can work things out with Joey, and then maybe find a new girlfriend. I think that you are really great, and you don't deserve a little tramp like me coming in and ruining your life, So I'll ju..." He cuts me of with a kiss.
"You don't have to leave because my kid is a brat. You make me happy, and I can't handel getting hurt again, so please just stay here with me."
"Are you sure I havn't ruined everything for you?"
"Well... no. Nothings ruined, my master bathroom is full of girl things, and the cuboards are full of chick things, and your... you know...get in my way when I'm looking for stuff, but nothing is ruined."
"My what?" I ask, knowing exactly what he's talking about.
"Jacie, you know, your...personal items."
"What personal items?" I ask, with an evil smile.
"Baby, don't do that, you know what I'm talking about," he whines.
"Come on Billie Joe!!! What are you talking about?"
"Jacie! Don't make me say it."
"You can do it, tell me."
"No. You know what it is."
"My what?"
"Personal items?"
"Tampons Billie? Is that what you are refering to?" He blushes deeply. That's what he was talking about. "Come on, answer," I say, evilly.
"Yeah," he says, turning even redder. I put my arms around him and kiss his bright red cheek, and then rest my head on his shoulder until he hugs me back. God... I love him.
So, yeah, Joey totally hates me, and MY entire life sucks ass right now. It's been like, a month since me and Jacie started sleeping together, and Joey still hasn't warmed up to the Idea! Adie got married and apperently is expecting a child with her new husband! She sent me a letter to let me know that it was officialy over between us, and to forget about her. Jacie is the only good thing in my life right now, besides Jakob's complete and total approval of Jacie's and my relationship. He loves her.
So, Jacie is living here now. She's taken over my bathroom with all of her female nessessities, and products. I can't find anything in the cuboards under the sink, because it's filled with lotion and ladies razors, and uh... well if you're a woman you probably know what I'm talking about, so I don't need to say it. She has this huge box of... those, and it is irritating, but I don't really care, so yeah, I put up with them, cuz I love her.
She has pregnantcy tests too... and I'm not sure why, cause she was a virgin, but they aren't open or anything, and she's on birthcontrol, mainly because, if she ended up pregnant, Joey would really freak out. But I love her.
She's sitting on the couch with Jake. The are watching some kind of stupid reality show on tv. I sit down next to her, and she leans into me and puts her head on my chest..... God I love her.
*Jacie's p.o.v.*
I'm sitting with my head on Billie's chest. He's got his arm around me, and his six year old son Jakob is on the other side of me. He stayed home from school today because the kids tease him because of his dad. American Idiot did really well, and everybody knows about Green Day, and that Jakob is the son of Billie Joe. Joey only goes to get away from me. Billie let them both make that choice one day a week, for rest from it. Since Jakob is only six years old, and the teasing hurts his feelings, every Wendsday, he stays home. Joey is nine, and he goes.
Joey isn't exactly my biggest fan. He hates me, with a passion. Every time he has the chance, he tells me or Billie Joe how much he hates us both and how he can't wait till he's eighteen so he can move out.
The phone starts ringing. I stand up and walk to it and pick up the recevier. "Hello."
"Oh, it's you. Well tell my dad that I'm going to a friend's house, for the night, so I won't be home till tomorrow afternoon, if I don't decide to stay longer. I'm sure he won't care anyways, cause all he cares about is you!" Joey says from the other line. God he loves me doesn't he?
"Joey this is a school night, you are coming home," I say.
"Excuse me? You aren't my mom, you can't tell me what to do."
"Well your dad can." I call Billie to the phone.
"Hello," he says, and then the screaming starts, "Joey, it's a school night, you get your ass home!... Don't give me that shit!.... You're right Joseph, she's not your mother, but she's an adult, and she's my girlfriend, and I give her permission to tell you to get your ass home on a school night!... Joseph Marciano Armstrong, If Your ass is not in this house in the next ten minutes, You will be sorry!... Don't take that tone with me, I'm your father, and whether or not you like it, you live in my house you live by my rules, and you don't say a word about it! Understood!" he screams into the phone. There is a few minutes of silence, and then he hangs up.
"So?" I question stupidly.
"So he's coming home or he's getting his ass kicked. Why does he have to be such a little brat?" Billie answers.
"I don't know... maybe I should move out. I've caused enough problems for you. I'll just get my things and go. You can work things out with Joey, and then maybe find a new girlfriend. I think that you are really great, and you don't deserve a little tramp like me coming in and ruining your life, So I'll ju..." He cuts me of with a kiss.
"You don't have to leave because my kid is a brat. You make me happy, and I can't handel getting hurt again, so please just stay here with me."
"Are you sure I havn't ruined everything for you?"
"Well... no. Nothings ruined, my master bathroom is full of girl things, and the cuboards are full of chick things, and your... you know...get in my way when I'm looking for stuff, but nothing is ruined."
"My what?" I ask, knowing exactly what he's talking about.
"Jacie, you know, your...personal items."
"What personal items?" I ask, with an evil smile.
"Baby, don't do that, you know what I'm talking about," he whines.
"Come on Billie Joe!!! What are you talking about?"
"Jacie! Don't make me say it."
"You can do it, tell me."
"No. You know what it is."
"My what?"
"Personal items?"
"Tampons Billie? Is that what you are refering to?" He blushes deeply. That's what he was talking about. "Come on, answer," I say, evilly.
"Yeah," he says, turning even redder. I put my arms around him and kiss his bright red cheek, and then rest my head on his shoulder until he hugs me back. God... I love him.
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