*****Jimmy's Point Of View*****
Hot anger flushed though me as my eyes reopened again. But pain countered the anger. Physical and mental. Physical, because I just got my ass stomped into the ground by my once idol. Mental, because I've probably lost Kaela. Sighing in both pain, and sadness I sat up rubbing the back of my acheing head. Stiffness was overtop of my skin, from the dried blood. I knew I was covered in dust, and blood. I had lost so easily.
I stood on my sore legs, energy drained from my body, nothing played back in my head except the fight. Nothing else mattered anymore, but Kaela. The look on Kaela's face when Billie first lashed out with that single punch that brought me to the ground. Horror, terror filled her blue eyes which were dark with worry. Her face twisted into a pained expression as my vision blurred into black. Whenever we started fighting again, the cry of pain from her lips when I accidently elbowed her in the nose, which made Billie lash out in fury surprising me.
I sliently pulled out, my now cracked, cell phone. No new messages. I pulled Kaela's number up and stared at it. Should I text her? I should, but shes just going to ignore it. Might as well give it a try.
'Please Kaela give me a chance to explain myself, please. If you decide to give me a chance meet me in the parking lot at two this morning.'
My phone beeped, telling me that the meassage sucessfully sent. I sighed, and threw it to the ground. It broke apart, scattering across the pavement in front of me. It was a cheap phone anyways, I don't need it.
I steped on the random peieces of cell phone, making it scatch over the pavement, and break it even more. I hope I would see her tonight or this morning. Whatever you wanted to call it. Absently I continued to walk in whatever direction I was walking in.
*****Kaela's Point Of View*****
Green Day's song, "St. Jimmy" began playing softly, then lounder. I opened my eyes, feeling even more drowsy than before I laid down to rest. I fumbled, reaching inside my shirt to retrieve my phone from my bra.
'One new text message,' It read, song still playing.
I flipped my phone up, and opened the new text message.
'Please Kaela give me a chance to explain myself, please. If you decide to give me a chance meet me in the parking lot at two this morning,' It read, bringing a new tear to my eye.
I typed as slowly as possible.
'No.'
That was what I sent back, I didn't need this. Not right now, my nerves were already fried. I know though, sleep wouldn't welcome me again. Billie lie below me, on the floor, breathing deeply. Almost snoring. I rolled over on my stomach, and stared towards him in the dark. I could hardly see him, but I could see him a little bit.
He was pale, but I was even paler so I knew compared to him I was a sickly white. Or like a doll white? Maybe. His lips were light too, and parted a tiny bit. He looked exhausted, dark circles covering his closed eyes. I know he was too tired for a shower this morning, even though his hair was a grease pile from sweating at the concert yesterday. It wouldn't be much better if he washed it though, cause' the same thing was going to happen again tonight at the next concert.
Far off in the distance, I could hear the band practicing. It wasn't loud from all the way back here, but I could still hear it. They weren't bad, not even at practice. Still amazing even without Billie. I sat up, and hopped over Billie. He grunted, turned over towards the couch continuing his well needed slumber. Tip toeing out of the room, I made my way to the large, almost empty concert stage.
Mike was there tapping his foot, playing the base guitar like there was no tommorow. "Longview" was the song he was practicing, and it was just the base line right now. Tre' was behind the drums admiring the amazing baseline everyone fell in love with when the song was released. Mike's eyes were big, staring off into space as he continued, then Tre' entered with the drums.
I sat down criss cross on the floor, and watched them perform with out guitar, or singing. They didn't notice me until it ended, and they gave a me a confused look when they saw me.
"Why aren't you sleepin'?" Tre' asked, first to break the akward silence.
"I uhm...it's nothing. I'm not that tired I guess." I smiled though the pain tearing me apart.
"Yea right, you have to be exhausted, but whatever." Mike disagreed, going against what I was saying.
"Know how to sing and play guitar?" Tre' asked, changing the subject.
I nodded for a moment, and spotted Billie's very first guitar. And he got a replacka to play with at concerts and stuff? I stood, and made my way over to it.
Both men just watched, didn't say a word as I picked the guitar up in my hands. It was smooth, clean, and shined in the light. It had a lot of writing and such on it, and it was baby blue. I seen "BJ", his first and middle initle. I slung the strap to hold it around my body over my shoulder, and it hung now from me. I looked up at the guys, and they were staring in awe at me.
I shrugged, and held the guitar in my hand. It was already plugged into the amps, so I began my favorite songs first chords. Then notes were quick, and fell from my fingertips without struggle.
"I just want to be alone, goddamn that song is so old." Mike chuckled, his voice struggling to go over the loud chords that flowed from my fingertips from memory.
I nodded, as the drums, and base kicked in. Then I started to sing into the microphone, the way I used to hear it in my headphones. Before I could finish the song, a drowsy Billie walked onto the stage.
Not much happened. We all faded from playing the song, seeing that Billie's mouth dropped. He rushed onto stage, all sleep gone from mind.
"Th-tha-that's the orginial guitar my dad gave me, stop, stop now!" He stuttered, stumbling over the words as his feet fell in front of me onto the stage.
"Uh?!" I muttered, as he jerked the guitar out from my fingertips, and brushed his over it.
"I-I'm sorry. I can't, can't let anyone mess with this guitar. Jackass number one and two should have told you before you picked it up. This is the guitar, the orginal, and it means the world to me." He explained, shaking his face, holding the guitar close like a life long love.
"It's fine." I smiled, backing away from him.
"No come here, baby." He wispered, handing the guitar to Mike so he could embrace me.
I shivered, a cold breeze whipping over me, making my damp clothes get even icier against my skin.
He frowned when I didn't move forward at his word. I didn't want him to think the wrong thing, the wind just got my mind side tracked. I stepped forward, just enough for him to reach out, grasp me by my shoulders, and pull me into his chest.
He pulled me forward into a hug, that turned into a tender kiss. Our lips both cold, wanting, searching for some kind of warmth. The kiss was deep , and tender. It came directly from his heart, it felt like.
"You keep me alive. I love you more than anything, and thats the way it will always be." He wispered, only loud enough for my ears to pick up, which made it just a whisp of breath.
I parted my lips, and stared at him in awe. How could I be so lucky to have someone like him, when I probably didn't even deserve it. He stared at my lips, before pulling me into a rougher kiss. Slipping his long, luke-warm tounge in my mouth. He tasted so good, I breathed in his scent, and it made the taste that much more defiant. I tightly shut my eyes, embracing the moment. He was everything I had ever dreamed of.
