One fine day at Billie Joe's house, chapter 3

Roses' P.O.V.

I woke up early this morning, rolling off Billies' bed and landing on the floor. Last night was weired... I think I love him... but he kind of pulled away from the kiss. Like he didn't like me or something.

I decided to go downstairs anyway. Checking up on Billie was hard, I really badly wanted to kiss him.

I stared at him for a while wondering if I could get away with one peck on the cheek without him noticing. Decided not to do it, too dodgy.

After some coffe I got the paper from the front door and looked at the headings.

"Shit!" I screamed. I ran into Billie, still screaming.

"What are ya screaming about?" he said gently.

"Look at the back!" I said, handing him the news paper with an unsteady hand.

"Oh my God!"

"I know, what am I going to do now?!" I screeched unknowingly.

"Ok...calm down, let's think this through," Billie Joe said, changing from his lazed spralled possition to a straight upright one.

He sat me down and held my hand, whilst we both thought for a minute.


Billie Joes' P.O.V.

Oh no... they've put out a search. Rose's parents put a huge add on the back page of our newspaper. Police are probably searching for miles around.

I don't know what to do, but there was one thing that was washing over rapidly through my head.

"Let's run away together... now babe!" I said.