Asleep, chapter 43
It was another day he spent at home when he should've been in school.
He had persuaded his mother to let him stay in bed with a heartbreaking story about how sick and ill he felt and how much he needed a day doing nothing but sleeping and getting better.
So his mother, kind - hearted as she was, had let him stay at home
and all of siblings that still lived here had gone out to work,
what made him the only one in the flat.
That's why he was so surprised when the door bell rang.
A bit annoyed he got up from the warmth of his bed
and turned off the stereo.
Reluctantly he trotted to the door and opened it.
His eyes widened when he saw who was standing there.
It was the person he hadn't expected ever to see again at all.
She looked downcast.
Her hair was messy and her eyeshadow slightly smudged.
Her eyes looked directly at him when she asked:
"May I come in?"
Billie frowned.
"What are you doing here?"
She got in without another word.
Astonished Billie closed the door behind them.
She kicked off her black Converse,
what made her even the tiniest bit smaller,
and stepped out into the hallway.
"He broke up with me."
She said in a low voice,
staring at the ground.
"Just like that....
He said there is another girl."
She let out a sarcastic laugh.
"And he just wants friendship."
Billie swallowed.
He sure hadn't expected that to happen.
Without really realizing he walked her to his room,
where they both stopped.
Her eyes were still glued to the ground.
"But, why are you here then?"
Billie asked.
He realized it was pretty insensitive to ask that,
but it all seemed really strange in his eyes.
She didn't answer.
Instead she looked up at him and continued.
"And our music teacher... You know he's into some good music.
So, I played him this song... This very special, personal song,
that kills me every time I sing it. ..... And he just...
he said it's not a good song, it's just something because I sang it quite emotional."
She let out another laugh.
"Quite emotional!"
Billie pulled a face.
He knew how that felt.
He knew how it felt to write a song you love dearly and that means a lot to you,
'cause you put in all your anger, love, passion and pain,
and you played it to someone
and that person just said it wasn't good.
That felt horrible.
She stared down again.
"Billie?"
"Yeah?"
They entered his room.
He didn't feel like discussing things like that in the hallway.
She stayed next to the door.
"Billie?"
Her voice was very low.
Somehow he was afraid that she was going to cry.
"Do you remember when I told you I love you?"
Oh, and how he did.
He remembered it only too well.
That night still haunted him.
He still suffered from the aftermaths.
He nodded,
even though she couldn't see it with her gaze at the floor.
"...It really meant something to me."
She said then.
She made a step forward.
"I got together with this other boy...
But I really meant what I said."
She paused.
"I still do."
She made another step forward.
"I just... I just couldn't be with you,
because I knew it wouldn've worked...."
She looked up at him now,
making another step in his direction.
She was damn close now.
Their bodies were almost touching.
"..I really meant it."
Her eyes were begging.
Desperately begging.
When she made another step forward
he stepped back and turned them both around,
so that they changed positions.
"Billie.."
She made a movement in his direction,
but stumbled over the edge of his bed and was forced to
sit down on it.
She reached out for the sleeve of his shirt
and pulled him closer.
"Billie, please.."
She stood up.
"Please."
Her voice was barely a whisper
when she drew closer and pressed her lips on his.
Her whole body was pressed against his.
She let themselves fall on his bed,
her body underneath his.
Billie pulled away.
He had had this before.
Not again this time.
Her eyes were pleading.
"Please, Billie... I need this.
I need you."
She pressed her lips on his again.
"Please."
He had persuaded his mother to let him stay in bed with a heartbreaking story about how sick and ill he felt and how much he needed a day doing nothing but sleeping and getting better.
So his mother, kind - hearted as she was, had let him stay at home
and all of siblings that still lived here had gone out to work,
what made him the only one in the flat.
That's why he was so surprised when the door bell rang.
A bit annoyed he got up from the warmth of his bed
and turned off the stereo.
Reluctantly he trotted to the door and opened it.
His eyes widened when he saw who was standing there.
It was the person he hadn't expected ever to see again at all.
She looked downcast.
Her hair was messy and her eyeshadow slightly smudged.
Her eyes looked directly at him when she asked:
"May I come in?"
Billie frowned.
"What are you doing here?"
She got in without another word.
Astonished Billie closed the door behind them.
She kicked off her black Converse,
what made her even the tiniest bit smaller,
and stepped out into the hallway.
"He broke up with me."
She said in a low voice,
staring at the ground.
"Just like that....
He said there is another girl."
She let out a sarcastic laugh.
"And he just wants friendship."
Billie swallowed.
He sure hadn't expected that to happen.
Without really realizing he walked her to his room,
where they both stopped.
Her eyes were still glued to the ground.
"But, why are you here then?"
Billie asked.
He realized it was pretty insensitive to ask that,
but it all seemed really strange in his eyes.
She didn't answer.
Instead she looked up at him and continued.
"And our music teacher... You know he's into some good music.
So, I played him this song... This very special, personal song,
that kills me every time I sing it. ..... And he just...
he said it's not a good song, it's just something because I sang it quite emotional."
She let out another laugh.
"Quite emotional!"
Billie pulled a face.
He knew how that felt.
He knew how it felt to write a song you love dearly and that means a lot to you,
'cause you put in all your anger, love, passion and pain,
and you played it to someone
and that person just said it wasn't good.
That felt horrible.
She stared down again.
"Billie?"
"Yeah?"
They entered his room.
He didn't feel like discussing things like that in the hallway.
She stayed next to the door.
"Billie?"
Her voice was very low.
Somehow he was afraid that she was going to cry.
"Do you remember when I told you I love you?"
Oh, and how he did.
He remembered it only too well.
That night still haunted him.
He still suffered from the aftermaths.
He nodded,
even though she couldn't see it with her gaze at the floor.
"...It really meant something to me."
She said then.
She made a step forward.
"I got together with this other boy...
But I really meant what I said."
She paused.
"I still do."
She made another step forward.
"I just... I just couldn't be with you,
because I knew it wouldn've worked...."
She looked up at him now,
making another step in his direction.
She was damn close now.
Their bodies were almost touching.
"..I really meant it."
Her eyes were begging.
Desperately begging.
When she made another step forward
he stepped back and turned them both around,
so that they changed positions.
"Billie.."
She made a movement in his direction,
but stumbled over the edge of his bed and was forced to
sit down on it.
She reached out for the sleeve of his shirt
and pulled him closer.
"Billie, please.."
She stood up.
"Please."
Her voice was barely a whisper
when she drew closer and pressed her lips on his.
Her whole body was pressed against his.
She let themselves fall on his bed,
her body underneath his.
Billie pulled away.
He had had this before.
Not again this time.
Her eyes were pleading.
"Please, Billie... I need this.
I need you."
She pressed her lips on his again.
"Please."
