Love Is a Many Painful Thing, chapter 3

It was now September again.
The start of our 12th year of school, and our last hopefully.
Mike and Jaime were going out now, and Billie and Mike introduced us to John Kiffmeyer, or Al Sobrate as he preferred to be called. He was to be the new drummer of Sweet Children.

The only real thing different about this year of school was that Billie and John were talking about dropping out to focus more on Sweet Children.
It's alright with me, cause they will always be my best friends.

I slipped on my green converse and pulled on a jean jacket, then walked outside and down the street.
Billie would need my help for a bit, especially today and tomorrow. Tomorrow, is the day Billie's dad died.

I walked up their front walk and immediatly the door opened and I felt him latch around me. "Lets get inside Billie," I said and helped him into the house.
We just sat on the couch, him leaning against me, and me stroking his reddish colored hair, to the sound of him sniffling or some Clash or Ramones.

He sat up and looked at me, his eyes were bloodshot, but still the beautiful green they always were. His face was red from crying, but he was still cute in his own little way. "Violet, can I tell you something?" he asked and I nodded. He wiped his face and bit his lip, clearly nervous about somethign.
"You know last year? When I asked you about that girl?" he said and I nodded.

He never asked that girl out...

"Yeah? What about her?" I asked fidgeting with my shirt hem. I knew what was coming next. He would tell me he was going to ask out one of those plastic whores.
"I-I like you Violet," he said softly. I froze.

He looked at me with hurt in his eyes. "I knew you didn't like me back. Can we still be friends then?" he asked. I was snapped out of my trance and grinned
Before he knew it I had tackeld him, and was looking at his eyes smiling. He knew that I liked him back and he was smiling.
"You just made me the happiest guy in the world," he said and I sat up and so did he.
I laid my head against his chest and smiled "And knowing that makes me even happier then you will ever know." I said and he smiled and put an arm around me. "How long?" I asked and he chuckled.
"Since I met you," he said.

I walked out of the house, my small converse clad feet slapping agaisn the sidewalk.
I walked around the corner and ran into someone.
"Hi. Im sorry!" I heard and looked up to see a little boy with bright green eyes and a brownish-red colored hair. I took the hand he offered out to me.
"Are you new here? Im Billie Joe. But call me Billie 'cause my name's really long," he said and I smiled.
"I'm Violet, call me whatever ya want," I said and we both grinned, and he dragged me off somewhere.

"Me too," I said and he smiled again.
"Wanna spend the night? I think some of your stuff is still in my room," he said and I nodded.
I sat up and he smiled at me and I leaned in and kised him. I could feel him smile against my mouth and I pulled back. I stood to go in the kitchen, and as I walked away all I heard was, 'Wow.'