I'll Stand By And Watch You Drown, chapter 2
~*~*Still Billie Joe's POV~*~*
I bolted straight up in bed and quickly looked around my room. I just had a nightmare about, of course, Eric hitting Veronica. I rubbed my eyes and looked over at my clock. 3:05. *Why the fuck did I wake up at 3 in the morning?* I wondered. Then I heard a slurring voice. A guy's voice. Eric's voice. He was saying something that I couldn't understand to someone. My guess was Veronica. No matter how tired I was, hearing Veronica sobbing like she was with Eric in the same room made me get out of bed faster than I thought humanly possible. I made it to my doorway and then thought that he was hitting her, which would make me mad, or raping her, which would make me even madder. Although they're both terrible. Hoping that it was neither and that I was just hearing things because I was so tired, I quikly went down the hallway, past the bathroom, and stood outside Veronica's door to listen, so that I wouldn't barge in while she's just sleeping and make her wake up. Eric moaning. Oh, God. NO! How could he have the nerve to do that? I opened the door and Eric's head, which was currently pushed up against Veronica's while he was kissing her and taking advantage of her since she was tied down, snapped in my direction. He smiled a grim, evil smile, and then was just.... gone.
"NO!" I shouted, bolting upwards. "What the fuck?!" I said, looking around to see where I was. My room. I looked at the clock. "7:30 in the fucking morning," I whined. I never have been, and never will be, a morning person. I turned my head torwards my door and saw Veronica standing there, still dressed like I left her last night. I got up and hugged her tightly, but not too tightly because the brusies looked as if they hurt like hell.
"Billie Joe?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you suddenly hugging me?"
"I'm just.... well, in my dream... never mind. I'm just glad that you're OK."
"What happened in your dream?"
"I don't want to talk about it..."
"OK."
~*~*Veronica's POV~*~*
I shouldn't say that I wasn't enjoying the hug. I was. The truth was, after I broke up with another guy, Eric, for the 5th, sorry, 6th time, I've been feeling something for Billie Joe. After a couple more seconds he let go of me and stared into my eyes with his deep, briliant, green ones. It made me feel so secure. It made me feel like I did have a reason to live, which, on the day my parents died, I didn't feel.
"So, Veronica. Are we doing anything today?"
"Well.... I think that Mike and Tre are coming over."
"Just to hang out?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, joy."
"Quit it!"
I punched him playfully in the arm. He shook his head and laughed. Then he looked at me with his puppy dog eyes and said," That hurt. Will you kiss it for me?" I rolled my eyes and kissed his shoulder. I said to him in the same babyish voice," Did I make it all better?"
"Kinda."
"What do you mean 'kinda'?"
"Well kisses don't make boo-boo's feel better all the time. Geez!"
"Oh, sorry baby. I didn't know!"
"Well now you do!"
I laughed and said," Yeah. Now I do." He went over to his closet and got a black Ramones shirt (sorry to all you Ramones fans out there if I spelled it wrong!), black baggy jeans, and his black converses. "You know, Billie. You're gonna look gothic if you're gonna be wearing all that black," I said. He looked at me with a smile on his face and said," With just my clothes? I still have to put on eyeliner." He turned his back to me and took off his shirt. I didn't even reailize I was watching him change until he turned around and said to me," Are you gonna watch or leave the room? Cuz I don't mind, you know." I was confused for a second but then I got what he meant. "Oh, sorry," I said," I didn't even realize!" I went in the hallway and he said," Probably cuz I'm so hot!" I waited until I got back to my room to say to myself," Yeah. Probably."
I bolted straight up in bed and quickly looked around my room. I just had a nightmare about, of course, Eric hitting Veronica. I rubbed my eyes and looked over at my clock. 3:05. *Why the fuck did I wake up at 3 in the morning?* I wondered. Then I heard a slurring voice. A guy's voice. Eric's voice. He was saying something that I couldn't understand to someone. My guess was Veronica. No matter how tired I was, hearing Veronica sobbing like she was with Eric in the same room made me get out of bed faster than I thought humanly possible. I made it to my doorway and then thought that he was hitting her, which would make me mad, or raping her, which would make me even madder. Although they're both terrible. Hoping that it was neither and that I was just hearing things because I was so tired, I quikly went down the hallway, past the bathroom, and stood outside Veronica's door to listen, so that I wouldn't barge in while she's just sleeping and make her wake up. Eric moaning. Oh, God. NO! How could he have the nerve to do that? I opened the door and Eric's head, which was currently pushed up against Veronica's while he was kissing her and taking advantage of her since she was tied down, snapped in my direction. He smiled a grim, evil smile, and then was just.... gone.
"NO!" I shouted, bolting upwards. "What the fuck?!" I said, looking around to see where I was. My room. I looked at the clock. "7:30 in the fucking morning," I whined. I never have been, and never will be, a morning person. I turned my head torwards my door and saw Veronica standing there, still dressed like I left her last night. I got up and hugged her tightly, but not too tightly because the brusies looked as if they hurt like hell.
"Billie Joe?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you suddenly hugging me?"
"I'm just.... well, in my dream... never mind. I'm just glad that you're OK."
"What happened in your dream?"
"I don't want to talk about it..."
"OK."
~*~*Veronica's POV~*~*
I shouldn't say that I wasn't enjoying the hug. I was. The truth was, after I broke up with another guy, Eric, for the 5th, sorry, 6th time, I've been feeling something for Billie Joe. After a couple more seconds he let go of me and stared into my eyes with his deep, briliant, green ones. It made me feel so secure. It made me feel like I did have a reason to live, which, on the day my parents died, I didn't feel.
"So, Veronica. Are we doing anything today?"
"Well.... I think that Mike and Tre are coming over."
"Just to hang out?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, joy."
"Quit it!"
I punched him playfully in the arm. He shook his head and laughed. Then he looked at me with his puppy dog eyes and said," That hurt. Will you kiss it for me?" I rolled my eyes and kissed his shoulder. I said to him in the same babyish voice," Did I make it all better?"
"Kinda."
"What do you mean 'kinda'?"
"Well kisses don't make boo-boo's feel better all the time. Geez!"
"Oh, sorry baby. I didn't know!"
"Well now you do!"
I laughed and said," Yeah. Now I do." He went over to his closet and got a black Ramones shirt (sorry to all you Ramones fans out there if I spelled it wrong!), black baggy jeans, and his black converses. "You know, Billie. You're gonna look gothic if you're gonna be wearing all that black," I said. He looked at me with a smile on his face and said," With just my clothes? I still have to put on eyeliner." He turned his back to me and took off his shirt. I didn't even reailize I was watching him change until he turned around and said to me," Are you gonna watch or leave the room? Cuz I don't mind, you know." I was confused for a second but then I got what he meant. "Oh, sorry," I said," I didn't even realize!" I went in the hallway and he said," Probably cuz I'm so hot!" I waited until I got back to my room to say to myself," Yeah. Probably."
