Me and Billie were sitting together on the floor near the middle. We had been waiting for over ten minutes now, and I was getting very bored.
"So..."I trailed off, scratching my nairs over the smooth floor.
"I'm sorry their late, really I am. Their the type of people to be late, trust me I am too, but if their not here soon we're ditchin' em'." Billie said, sighing.
I took his hands in mine, without another thought. Oh god...I can't just do shit like this! But I had already done it, and can't take it back now.
His big lined, green eyes stared at my hands a moment, processing the feeling, and the surprise of it. Gently he squezzed my hands, and smiled. I wonder if he likes me? I like him, sorta'. Not because he's a famous, or has tons of cash. No that's not me. I like him because he just attracts me, if you know what I mean? His personalitity is the attraction here. The main attraction.
His hands were big, and soft in mine. Much bigger than my hands, they made my hands look like a little kids. I know he wasn't much older than me, and I liked guys who were a bit older so it didn't matter. The warmth from his hands made my whole entire body warm, for some strange reason. His hands seemed more hot than warm, like he had a fever, but I knew it was because he was hot. Thats why the air conditioner was on, it's a good reason to keep it on.
"Your real different from anyone I have ever met in all my life." Billie commented, looking down, at our hands.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because if I held anyone else's hand, they would go crazy with disbelief. Probably be really nervous too, but you...You seem calm, and uncaring about if I hold your hand or not. I like that a lot." He explained as best as he could, making me crack a tiny smile.
"Oh. I um didn't know..."I trailed off, not sure what to say.
Before I could think of anything, something unbelievable happened. Billie Armstrong leaned forward, very close to my face, so close I could smell the alcohol on his warm breath. He wasn't drunk, he didn't drink enough to be drunk. His neon green eyes were obviously lost in mine, as mine were lost in his. He licked his lips, then pressed them against mine without warning.
My eyes were open at first, wide with surprise I suppose. Then I relaxed, closed them as his were, and twined my fingers in his damp hair. His big, warm left hand cupped my cheek, and made me feel close. His right hand was lost in my hair, twirling a few peices here and there. His lips were slightly damp, and sweet. First it was just a single long peck, that morphed into a slow open mouth kiss. The alcohol on his breath made it slightly bitter, the kiss, but the sweetness his entire body held, made it perfect.
Gently he let his teeth graze my lower lip, it made me breath heavy for a moment. I loved it when guys bit my lower lip whenever they kissed me, it was a major turn on. In return I nibbled for moment on his own lower lip. He growled a low, playful growl and crawled on top of me, pushing me down to the floor. The intensity of the kiss increased, making both of our breathing heavy. He was kissing me roughly, and then trailed from my lips, starting to kiss my neck. Now I admit I am extremly ticklish, with every quick kiss to my neck, it made me giggle.
Soon he slowed down with the kisses on the neck, and it felt so much better. He just kissed one spot now on my neck, and stayed there for a moment. Then retreated back to my lips, making me smile as he pulled me as close as he could to his face. Our lips pressing together hard, was so comfortable. The warmth we were sharing, the moments we were making, was so much to handle, but it was forever with me now. I wasn't ever going to forget this, not at all. With a rough open mouth kiss, he began using his tounge, and oh he was good, no he was great.
