Listen To Your Heart ~ Book One.

Bad Memories

"Well, his last location was from there. Maybe he's part of the stage crew or security there?"

"Damn him. I should just have him arrested."

"For what?"

"For being an annoying pain in my ass."

(Claudia laughs)"Let me know when they make that a law. I'll use it on your brother."

(As if on cue, Billie's phone chimes. Call waiting.)

"Shit! He's calling me."

"Okay. I'll let the two of you talk."

"Wait. I don't know what to say to him."

"Tell him how you feel, Billie. Bye."

(Billie switches over to David.)

"Hi, David."

"Hello, Billie."

"How are you? I've missed you."

"I've missed you too."

"So, when can I see you again? We need to talk."

"Well, I'm going to be at the Van Halen concert."

"I don't know who they are."

(Laughs)"Yea. I heard about your interview on the Jimmy Kimmel show. Come to the concert. I'll send you three tickets. See you there?"

"Alright. See you there. Where will you be?"

"In front of the stage."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye Billie."

(The call ends. Billie stares at her cell phone.)

('Un-fuckin believable.' Billie thinks. Her cell phone rings seconds later.)

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't ask you if what you needed to talk to me about was important or not?"

"David. Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I understand that you're in mourning over your friend's death, and maybe your thoughts are a bit scattered right now. But they can't be too scattered, since you can find the time to call Claudia, but you can't be bothered to ask me what the fuck I wanted to talk to you about? How the fuck you think that makes me feel?"

"You're right. I'm sorry. It was rude of me. That's why I'm calling now. To ask you what you wanted to talk about?"

"You know something? Fuck it. It wasn't important. I'll let you get back to Claudia."

"Billie. I did say I was sorry."

"Prove it."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Meet me at the Regal Cinema in one hour."

"Okay, what movie are we going to see?"

"Be there and you'll find out."

"Alright."

(An hour later, we're both on the roof of the movie complex. Under the moon and stars.)

"This is where I had my first kiss. You've probably heard this story."

"I heard your fans burned him bad online."

"Yea, they did... but you and I kissed and fucked."

"Yes, we did."

"Well, obviously you're as bad as the asshole I got my first kiss from. Because if what happened between us meant anything to you, you would've fuckin' called me before Claudia!"

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"QUIT FUCKING APOLOGIZING! I've heard enough I'm sorry from other guys to last me three fucking lifetimes!"

(Billie and I stand and look at the roof for awhile. Things felt so awkward between us, we didn't know what to say to fix it.)

"Umm...I like the way you have your hair styled. It looks really nice."

"Stop it!"

"What?"

"Now you're trying to sweet talk me, so you don't have to admit that you fucked up!"

"No. I mean it. I really like your hair like that. The strands of hair on the side, highlight your lips."