An Old Friend

Chapter 12 - Hotel Berkely

We had been on the road a little over thirty minutes just to find a quick ace to eat. No words had been spoken between any of us yet, so I piped up and broke the silence.

"Pancakes, boys?" I pointed to a sign that said "Shirley's Diner": 3 miles.

"Nah, Liz, I'm a man who needs his meat," Billie said while laughing. Mike kept staring out the window. It sucks that I was the center of his problems right now.

"How 'bout that place?" I looked in the rearview mirror and I could see Billie Joe pointing at a small rough looking food joint that said: "Rod's Hickory Pit." Eh, that was a lot diffetent than pancakes, but it would do. I pulled of the main road and parked in the tiny parking lot with a scarce amount of cars. I could tell already that this place sucks.

We go in anyways and sat down in a booth at the very back corner. I looked around once we got settled in and actually, despite the old age of this place, it was pretty cool. There was a mini stage where acts could perform. There was a bar a the other end of the restaurant, and music playing over the loud speakers.

"Y' know, Mike, once we get our band goin', this would be a fucking awesome place to have a gig."

"Really, Billie? This fucking shithole?" Mike said, kind of harsh.

"Yeah, man, I mean it's worn out, but that's what we're all about right?" Billie replied.

Damnit he was so sexy when he talks. His new piercings are just wow...

I snapped back into reality when our food came, which tasted pretty good, too. Then I realized that we didn't even have a plan.

"So, guys, where the hell are we gonna stay?"

"Um, I think I might know a place," Mike told me. This is the first thing that he had even attempted to say to me all day. This was progress, I think. "Let's go, I'll drive."

And so Mike led the way. We pulled up 10 minutes later to a shabby, but cute little hotel. Hmm.

"Uh, Mike? You sure about this?" I asked.

"Yup, I stayed here a ton of times when I was little. Got rid of my mom. Came here with my older sister and we would stay a couple days a week. She was a heroin addict, and my sis and I hated being around her," Mike said with a deeply sad look upon his face. I felt so bad for him. I wanted to comfort him, but I was afraid he would take it the wrong way.

We entered the hotel and surprisingly (not really) there were plenty rooms vacant. Once we got up to ours, there was only one bed, but the guys decided to let the lady have the bed.

Thank god.

It sucked that we didn't have any spare clothes. Mine were disgusting. Covered in dirt and sweat, but luckily Billie found four bathrobes in the bathroom cabinet.

It was a little after 5 PM and Mike offered to run out to the supermarket to hook us up with some food and snacks. I had taken my shower and decided to lay down. It had been a rough couple of days for me. But I think I was finally getting my priorities straight. When...

"Lizzie? Can you hand me a towel I forgot one?" Billie showted from inside the shower. Well this was gonna be awkward...

I jumped up of the bed and headed to the bathroom. I grabbed a fluffy white towel and walked towards the shower. I didn't know what to do.

Do I knock? Oh, wait I can't, it's a freakin shower curtain.

"Bi-"

He poked his head out of the curtain as soon as I started to stay his name. His hair was completely wet and stuck to his head. Our eyes met. Green on green. I couldn't even move, so he reached his arm out to grab the towel from me.

"Thanks..." he said as he slowly pulled his arm back in the curtain. He closed it and I was left standing there looking stupid.

I finally walked back to the bed and returned to my thoughts. But I couldn't. Now Billie was on my mind. God, I loved him, if only I could show him that.

A few minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom in his tshirt from yesterday and his boxers. Woah.

"Hey, Lizard, you left something in the bathroom." He told me, walking up to me. I stood up and walked towards him, where we were only inches away from each other.

"Oh, yeah, Beej? What?"

"This."

He caressed my face and planted his lips on mine. There was and electric current that went through my body this time. It wasn't like before. It's lile we both felt the same about each other. We loved each other.

I didn't let go as a jumped up and put my legs around his stomach. He carried me carefully over to set me down on the bed, only pausing to take a breath. He kept kissing with me with more passion every second, rubbing his hands up and down my back.

I pulled his shirt up over his head to expose his chest. Holy hot damn. He had even more tattoos than I thought. I stopped for a moment so he could lay down on top of me. We moved towards the middle of the bed.

"Billie, I need to tell you something... I-I love you." There, I said it.

"I-I love you too, Lizzie." I had never seen such emotion in someone's eyes. He really meant it.

We resumed our kissing. Billie Joe was running his fingers through my hair with one hand, while the other hand was untying my bathrobe. He open it up to expose my naked body. For a second he just stared, but then he looked up in my eyes and smiled. I was embarassed, but Billie somehow made me feel, comfortable.

No barriers were between us now. We were both stripped of all our clothing underneath the sheets. And then, well, we did it...

After 10 minutes of action, we parted and fell asleep. I guess we were sharing the bed after all.

I drifted off to sleep easily, but I was hungry again. Hopefully Mike would have food for us in the morning.

Oh shit, Mike...