Back To Berkeley, chapter 1
"Hey Billie, what's wrong?" Tre asked, sitting next to his friend.
"I broke up with Becca," he said.
"What? Why?" Tre asked, sounding more hurt than Billie was.
"She's scared of commitment," he sighed.
"So you dumped her?" Tre asked.
"Tre, I'm pushing thirty, I need a life, wife, and kids."
"That's fucked up, Billie," Mike said.
"Really selfish too," Tre added.
-Becca's Point of View-
"What did I do wrong?" I cried into the phone.
"Nothing, he's just a dumbass."
"Billie just is in a rush to start a family is all," Mike said. Damn I hate these 3-way callings.
"That's the retardest reason," I said. "He's only fucking twenty-eight."
"I know, Bec. He's a fucktard," Tre said.
"Okay, well I'll see you guys when you get home."
"Bye, hun," Mike said.
"Bye Becca," Tre said.
"Bye."
"Bye Mike!" Tre yelled.
"Tre, I'm right next to you-"
I laughed and hung up the phone. I was still really upset Billie dumped me, and I really didn't want to see him when he got home from touring.
*One week later*
"BECCA!" Tre yelled as they got off the plane.
"Tre!" I yelled back, trying not to spill the coffee I got for Mike. Bilie was the last of the trio to get off. I smiled weakly, feeling my eyes watering, but Mike hugged me just in time.
"Here," I said shakily, giving him his coffee.
*Billie's Point of View*
Becca had gotten more beautiful over the month we were gone. Her black hair was wound up in a tight, messily spiked bun with some down in front of her right green eye. I watched as Tre tightly hugged her, and I became a little jealous.
"God. How long has it been raining?" I asked, trying to break the awkward silence. But I failed miserably.
"Since last Sunday," she said. Damn, a whole fucking week?
*Becca's Point of View*
I felt myself become more depressed as I talked to Billie Joe. Even if it was three words.
-Nobody's Point of View-
"Billie, look at her. Go apologize and tell her you want her," Mike said as Billie unpacked.
"No."
"I can tell you want her," Mike said and walked away.
Billie sighed. He went out back to where Becca was sitting in the rain. "What are you doing?" Billie asked. She jumped at his sudden apperance.
"Watchin' the rain," she said.
"Why?"
"I dunno. I just have always enjoyed the rain."
That made Billie smile.
*Billie's Point of View*
I just sat there, staring at her. I loved how truthful her opinions are. She looked at me, her eyes were red, and I can tell she was crying. Even if it looked like the rain. I wiped her smeared eyeliner with my thumb off her face. She gave me a teary smile.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," I said, not realizing I had said it out loud. Her green eyes were big and staring up at me. But then they turned angry as if I said something wrong. She stood up and stomped inside.
"What the hell?" I said, following her. As I walked in, she was pulling her wet, matted bun out and let her hair fall down past her shoulders.
"I'm not your fuck toy, Armstrong." Oh my, last name. She's pissed.
"I...I didn't mean it like that."
"No, of course not," she said and went to her room.
"Becca!" I yelled impatiently.
*3 hours later*
I knocked on Becca's door. No answer.
"Becca?" I said, entering. She was sitting on her bed with her head hanging down. I sat next to her and put my arm around her. She shot me a mean look.
"You're not a toy," I said quickly.
"Hmph."
"I love you, Becca," I admitted, "and I never want to hurt you in any way." She nodded; I lifted her chin up and kissed her soft lips.
"That was cheesy," she said, laughing.
"I know," I said, reaching over and turning off the lights. "You wanna know what else is cheesy?" I asked.
We made love for the first time that night.
"I broke up with Becca," he said.
"What? Why?" Tre asked, sounding more hurt than Billie was.
"She's scared of commitment," he sighed.
"So you dumped her?" Tre asked.
"Tre, I'm pushing thirty, I need a life, wife, and kids."
"That's fucked up, Billie," Mike said.
"Really selfish too," Tre added.
-Becca's Point of View-
"What did I do wrong?" I cried into the phone.
"Nothing, he's just a dumbass."
"Billie just is in a rush to start a family is all," Mike said. Damn I hate these 3-way callings.
"That's the retardest reason," I said. "He's only fucking twenty-eight."
"I know, Bec. He's a fucktard," Tre said.
"Okay, well I'll see you guys when you get home."
"Bye, hun," Mike said.
"Bye Becca," Tre said.
"Bye."
"Bye Mike!" Tre yelled.
"Tre, I'm right next to you-"
I laughed and hung up the phone. I was still really upset Billie dumped me, and I really didn't want to see him when he got home from touring.
*One week later*
"BECCA!" Tre yelled as they got off the plane.
"Tre!" I yelled back, trying not to spill the coffee I got for Mike. Bilie was the last of the trio to get off. I smiled weakly, feeling my eyes watering, but Mike hugged me just in time.
"Here," I said shakily, giving him his coffee.
*Billie's Point of View*
Becca had gotten more beautiful over the month we were gone. Her black hair was wound up in a tight, messily spiked bun with some down in front of her right green eye. I watched as Tre tightly hugged her, and I became a little jealous.
"God. How long has it been raining?" I asked, trying to break the awkward silence. But I failed miserably.
"Since last Sunday," she said. Damn, a whole fucking week?
*Becca's Point of View*
I felt myself become more depressed as I talked to Billie Joe. Even if it was three words.
-Nobody's Point of View-
"Billie, look at her. Go apologize and tell her you want her," Mike said as Billie unpacked.
"No."
"I can tell you want her," Mike said and walked away.
Billie sighed. He went out back to where Becca was sitting in the rain. "What are you doing?" Billie asked. She jumped at his sudden apperance.
"Watchin' the rain," she said.
"Why?"
"I dunno. I just have always enjoyed the rain."
That made Billie smile.
*Billie's Point of View*
I just sat there, staring at her. I loved how truthful her opinions are. She looked at me, her eyes were red, and I can tell she was crying. Even if it looked like the rain. I wiped her smeared eyeliner with my thumb off her face. She gave me a teary smile.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," I said, not realizing I had said it out loud. Her green eyes were big and staring up at me. But then they turned angry as if I said something wrong. She stood up and stomped inside.
"What the hell?" I said, following her. As I walked in, she was pulling her wet, matted bun out and let her hair fall down past her shoulders.
"I'm not your fuck toy, Armstrong." Oh my, last name. She's pissed.
"I...I didn't mean it like that."
"No, of course not," she said and went to her room.
"Becca!" I yelled impatiently.
*3 hours later*
I knocked on Becca's door. No answer.
"Becca?" I said, entering. She was sitting on her bed with her head hanging down. I sat next to her and put my arm around her. She shot me a mean look.
"You're not a toy," I said quickly.
"Hmph."
"I love you, Becca," I admitted, "and I never want to hurt you in any way." She nodded; I lifted her chin up and kissed her soft lips.
"That was cheesy," she said, laughing.
"I know," I said, reaching over and turning off the lights. "You wanna know what else is cheesy?" I asked.
We made love for the first time that night.
