Too Much, Too Soon

Four

*Hailee's P.O.V.*
When I woke up, I immediately felt like falling back asleep. From the light shining in to the room, I could tell it was late, well it at least wasn't morning. I extremely slowly, made my way out of bed.

I felt super dizzy, and the worst part? I couldn't remember anything from last night; well, I can but most of it was a blur. I made my way down the hall.

"Hey! Good morning, oh wait! It's 2:45 in the afternoon, that's not morning," Trè greeted me. I opened the cupboard to remove a glass; my mouth was drier than the Sahara Desert. "Good afternoon fuckface. I have two questions for you." I started to fill the glass up as he replied, "yeah, what are they?" I took a sip then said, "have you been kicked out of your house since you're always here?" He laughed, "can't kick me out when I'm king. The other?" "Where's Billie?" He answered as I sat down and slammed the glass of water; it did nothing to quench my thirst. "He went out to get something... or to talk to someone. Not sure exactly what." "Ah I see."

The awkward silence that filled the room was broken. "I have a headache still. I'm... dizzy." Trè laughed, "That's what you get. Jesus and God wouldn't like you behaving that way," he mocked in a motherly tone. I laughed, "great impressionism." He got more serious, "you were pretty fucked. Have some of these," he said as he threw a bottle of Ibuprofen to me. "Thanks," I said as I drew open the cap and he set a newly filled glass of water next to me. "I don't know why people seem to think I'm such an asshole. I mean I am but I'm not as dickish as some people make me out to be," he said as I placed two pills on my tongue and took a swig of the water. I set the cup down and replied, "eh, you're just sarcastic and people have a hard time detecting it. Where did that come from?" He shrugged, "I don't know. People, mainly girls, take my sense of humor as being an ass. But that's their problem," he finished whilst laughing and began to rummage through the cabinets.

I shook of the randomness of that statement, rose from the table and made my way down the hall to the bathroom; I heard him mumble, "there is no fucking food."

I entered the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror; I was a fucking wreck. My eyes looked slightly glazed over and my makeup looked like a blind cat applied it; I was still dressed in the same outfit I had on 24 hours prior. I shook off the imagine in the mirror; as I was turning on the water to turn the shower on, I heard the front door open.

*Billie's P.O.V.*
"So," Trè questioned, "what did He say?" I sat down at the table and fumbled with the keys in my hand, "he doesn't remember. He apologized but he was in the wrong. I don't know what happened between them. I don't think anything and either way I'm not going to be pissed at her, just." I placed my head in my hands. "I just kinda feel it's my fault."

Trè sat next to me, "it's not your fault." I slammed my fist on the table, "no. I knew he liked her. I knew she was uncomfortable and I didn't listen to that. I left her. That's why I feel it's my fault." Trè leaned back in his seat, "you know what? Just try not to get too caught up on it. I know that seems hard but seriously. You can ask her if she remembers but I doubt it." I nodded my head, "yeah thanks. Where is Mike?" He shrugged, "haven't seen him. I went downstairs to get some drumsticks I left here the other day but he wasn't there. Ashley wasn't either."

I sighed and leaned back then stood up; I sauntered down to our bedroom. I placed the keys in my hand on the dresser then something happened. The air caused from the key placement blew a paper off of the top. I picked it up and read to whom it was addressed. I felt bad for reading it, since it wasn't mine, yet I couldn't resist.

I reread it. Reread it. Reread. Then stared. I gazed at the vast arrangement of the 26 black characters in the English alphabet on top of the crisp white paper. I folded it up again and placed it back on the dresser and grabbed the acoustic guitar sitting in the corner; I mindlessly began to play. The door opened as I was playing my guitar.

"Oh, hey there," she greeted me. "Hey, how are you feeling?" She picked up her clothes from the floor and began to dress, "I'm alright. Still kinda dizzy feeling but I'm alright. You?" I nodded my head, "that's good. I'm good." She smiled and pulled her hoodie over her head. "Where'd you go?" I sighed, "I was at Spencer's. Say, do you know..." She shook her head, "I have no idea what happened. I was stupid and I'm sorry. I vaguely remember talking in the car or something but nothing else really. I love you and I am really, extremely sorry for what I did...whatever it was." I smiled and looked at her as she sat next to me, "I figured you wouldn't remember. It was worth a shot though." She took a deep breath in and stated, "I do want to talk to you about something."

*Hailee's P.O.V.*
I stood up and crossed the room to grab the letter on the dresser, "or maybe you can help me. I don't know what to do. I have options but I'm not sure which is best." I reclaimed my seat next to Billie. He looked at the folded paper in my hand, "well, what is that?" "It's from Stanford and it basically says I can still get in or I can get into a lot of other schools in the area." He put his arm around my shoulder, "well, how do you need me to help?"

I laughed, "make a damn decision for me." He smirked, "how about you just do what you want?" I looked into his joking, jovial eyes and sighed, "I have no idea what I want. Do I want to go to college? Do I want to just stay in the band I am in? Do I want to just work at the record store? Or..." He turned to look at me, "or what?" I clasped my hands together and intently stared at the floor, it suddenly seemed more intriguing.

"Or...um, maybe...leave. Not you, just the area. Go back...oh how I hate to say this...but go back home. I know my new home is here and you and Mike and Trè and Ashley and your mom...Ollie...and Dillion at the record store and just everyone here has positively impacted my life in ways I cannot explain. I mean, last year around this time sucked but you guys helped. Billie, I hope you know the sincerity when I say this, I honest to god love you. Everything about you I adore and I can't express my gratitude for you. You've showed how to 'go with the flow.' Not sweat the small stuff sorta speak. I just don't know what I want anymore and I'm scared because that's not like me. I've never felt so much confusion and chaos and it's unbearable. I thought I had it all planned out. I come here, I go to school, and live my life happily ever after," I put my spinning head between my hands as scattered tears trailed down my face, ruining the mascara I had just previously applied. My head sunk further into the palms of my hands, "just please just tell me something."