Asleep, chapter 46
He touched the edge of his tongue.
Somehow he had managed to bite it and now it hurt like hell.
And when he touched it it hurt even more.
It didn't look too good either.
He sighed and let himself fall backwards on his bed again.
Two days of staying at home had brought nothing.
Well, at least nothing that could be counted as useful.
Mike had come over to bring him some stuff from school
so he could do his homework and such,
plus he had had this very strange idea.
He had told Billie that he had decided to become an actor.
An actor, for heaven's sake.
Billie choked on that,
but kept his face and hadn't said anything,
even though his brain had worked so fast he could've exploded.
Then Mike had asked him if he could show him how to movie- kiss.
Once some guy had shown it to Billie.
It wasn't a big deal.
And not a real kiss.
The lips don't even meet,
it's more the effect of long hair falling down in front of the kissers' faces
so that it looks as if they really kiss.
Shrugging,
Billie had stood up.
He had put his thumbs on Mike's lips and had pressed his lips against them then.
He had closed his eyes when he did,
so he hadn't been able to see the expression on Mike's face,
but when he pulled away he opened them again,
feeling weird.
That little moment between them had felt odd.
Billie could still remember it.
In that moment he had truly loved Mike.
Just for a fracture of a second,
but still.
Billie shook his head.
And Mike's comment hadn't been very helpful.
"What? That's it? That's nothing!"
"Well, I can snog you for real if you want to."
He himself had answered.
Then they both had laughed about it.
It confused Billie that he had felt this.
Especially that he had felt this for Mike.
Best friend or not,
it wasn't as if he loved Mike to pieces as a friend.
In fact, he annoyed him utterly.
He had thought about being in love with Mike a lot.
It would've been scary.
Really scary.
And even scarier to admit it to him.
But he had come to the conclusion that he didn't.
It had been the feeling that the kiss had given him.
He knew it meant nothing now;
but it appeared strange to him that a kiss could mean that much,
change that much for such a short time.
He had kissed Tre once,
but a very long time ago.
It hadn't felt like this.
He hadn't appreciated kisses at that time.
He had been way too much a kid then.
But now a kiss was a lot.
And every time he kissed someone he felt a rush of love for them
washing over him.
Unless it wasn't a real bad kiss, of course.
He wondered how this influenced things,
when he looked at his watch.
Twenty hours until he had last seen her.
A pretty long time.
Not that he expected anything.
But he wished for something to happen;
he just wouldn't admit it.
Hence he kept on staring at the clock.
Somehow he had managed to bite it and now it hurt like hell.
And when he touched it it hurt even more.
It didn't look too good either.
He sighed and let himself fall backwards on his bed again.
Two days of staying at home had brought nothing.
Well, at least nothing that could be counted as useful.
Mike had come over to bring him some stuff from school
so he could do his homework and such,
plus he had had this very strange idea.
He had told Billie that he had decided to become an actor.
An actor, for heaven's sake.
Billie choked on that,
but kept his face and hadn't said anything,
even though his brain had worked so fast he could've exploded.
Then Mike had asked him if he could show him how to movie- kiss.
Once some guy had shown it to Billie.
It wasn't a big deal.
And not a real kiss.
The lips don't even meet,
it's more the effect of long hair falling down in front of the kissers' faces
so that it looks as if they really kiss.
Shrugging,
Billie had stood up.
He had put his thumbs on Mike's lips and had pressed his lips against them then.
He had closed his eyes when he did,
so he hadn't been able to see the expression on Mike's face,
but when he pulled away he opened them again,
feeling weird.
That little moment between them had felt odd.
Billie could still remember it.
In that moment he had truly loved Mike.
Just for a fracture of a second,
but still.
Billie shook his head.
And Mike's comment hadn't been very helpful.
"What? That's it? That's nothing!"
"Well, I can snog you for real if you want to."
He himself had answered.
Then they both had laughed about it.
It confused Billie that he had felt this.
Especially that he had felt this for Mike.
Best friend or not,
it wasn't as if he loved Mike to pieces as a friend.
In fact, he annoyed him utterly.
He had thought about being in love with Mike a lot.
It would've been scary.
Really scary.
And even scarier to admit it to him.
But he had come to the conclusion that he didn't.
It had been the feeling that the kiss had given him.
He knew it meant nothing now;
but it appeared strange to him that a kiss could mean that much,
change that much for such a short time.
He had kissed Tre once,
but a very long time ago.
It hadn't felt like this.
He hadn't appreciated kisses at that time.
He had been way too much a kid then.
But now a kiss was a lot.
And every time he kissed someone he felt a rush of love for them
washing over him.
Unless it wasn't a real bad kiss, of course.
He wondered how this influenced things,
when he looked at his watch.
Twenty hours until he had last seen her.
A pretty long time.
Not that he expected anything.
But he wished for something to happen;
he just wouldn't admit it.
Hence he kept on staring at the clock.
