The Motto Was Just a Lie//BJA

Pasta and Cannibalism

"My house smells like pot...just thought I should warn you," Billie says, unlocking the door to his quaint house. I laugh and shrug my shoulders as we walk in. It's about the same size as my apartment, except for the fact that it has two bedrooms and a full sized kitchen along with a small breakfast nook. It does smell like pot. "Well, this is it," he says bluntly. He walks over to his fridge and grabs two beers, handing one to me. I give it back to him and he tilts his head to the side with a dumbfounded expression. "I don't drink," I explain subtly. "Oh, okay," he puts my beer back and just takes one for himself.

Bear lies down next to the door that leads to Billie's very small backyard. He likes to look outside a lot; In that way he's like a cat. Of course, he never actually wants to go outside. Maybe he is a cat after all.

"Do you smoke?" he asks, scooting closer to me. "Depends. What type of smoking are you talking about?" I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest. "Weed?" he suggests, grabbing a box off of the coffee table, opening it to reveal a bag of marijuana and some rolling paper. "I usually just have edibles...but I don't mind joints, I guess," I shrug as he begins to roll a neatly wrapped joint. He pulls out a lighter from inside the small box and lights it, taking a puff. He hands it to me and I do the same, handing it back to him afterwards. "Y'know, this is how I come up with most songs," he laughs to himself.
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"There's so many different types of pasta," I tell Billie while we lie on the floor and stare up at the ceiling. "We mix some random sh*t together, like flour, and then bam, pasta is created," he replies to my comment. "Do you think marinara sauce is red because it has blood in it, and the reason people love it so much is because we're all cannibals?" I think out loud. "Oh my god. That has to be true," he agrees with me, sitting up and looking at me. "Do you think...do you think you have feelings for me?" he asks after a few moments. "Yeah, I do...I'm just not quite sure about them yet," I say bluntly, not even realizing what I'm saying anymore. This is it, this is where I tell him everything and won't remember what I said to him when I wake up tomorrow. This is the same reason I stopped drinking as well; I lose control and tell people too much. I hate myself for it.

I wake up with anxiety about what I could've said to Billie last night, and I have a sour taste in my mouth. I'm lying on the couch while Billie is still passed out on the floor. I notice that Bear is sprawled out next to him, and I've really got to admit, they look cute as f*ck lying on the floor together. I glance at the coffee table and see something even scarier. Beers. Great, so I probably told him way to much and now he probably knows more about me than I do. I stand up and feel an aching pounding in my head. I manage to find my way to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I look terrible with bloodshot eyes, bags underneath my eyes, and messy hair. I work with what's around me and use some eyeliner lying on the counter, a brush, and I've decided to live with the bags underneath my eyes since Billie doesn't own any concealer.

I use the bathroom and walk back out to the living room where Billie is sat up against the couch, petting Bear's stomach. He hears me walk in and says, "Morning," while I sit down next to him. "Morning," I answer back. "I see you've found my eyeliner," he giggles happily. "Yeah, I hope you don't mind," I tell him, moving a loose stand of hair behind my ear. He shrugs and then asks, "Do remember anything from last night after we smoked?" "Yeah...sorta...I just remember talking about pasta and cannibalism and feelings. I don't really remember much else," I say honestly.

"Feelings?"

"Yeah...you asked me if I liked you, but I don't really remember."

"Well, what did you say?"

"I really don't remember," I lie, avoiding eye contact and look down at Bear.

"Okay," he says disappointedly. He stands up and pulls my hand so I get up with him. "Luckily, it's Saturday so we don't have work," he says, guiding me towards his front door and out to his car, leaving Bear alone in his house. We both get into his car and he begins to drive to—I don't even know where. There's a light conversation, but since we're both a bit hungover, we don't really talk much. He turns the radio on low and continues driving. Sublime comes on with their most popular song, "Santeria." I love the song, even though it's the only song by them that most people know. It's such a shame the lead singer died because they could've been even more successful.

We pull up to a small diner and we walk in together, Billie holding my hand. Once the hostess gets us seated, I order a coffee, some bacon, and pancakes. He only orders some coffee and bacon. "I don't think we did anything last night besides smoke...and had a couple of beers, which I'm sorry about because I know you told me that you didn't drink," he apologizes. "It's fine; we didn't really know what we were doing," I tell him. The waitress brings us what we ordered and secretly fangirls when she sees Billie and recognizes him. "You're in Green Day, right?" she asks, a large smile forming on her face. "Mhm...do you want a picture?" he asks, already knowing she does. "I mean, yeah, if you don't mind. It's totally cool if you just wanna enjoy your breakfast," she rambles. He looks at me and says, "I'll be right back." I nod and start to eat my food and drink my coffee. My phone vibrates and I see that it's a text from Ben.

Ben: I'm sorry about last night, babe. I'm trying to change, I really am, but it's hard when I miss you to stay sober all the time. Please forgive me.

I decide to ignore it and put my phone back in my pocket. Billie comes back and sits down across from me. "Sorry," he says before taking a sip of his coffee. "Don't be...it comes with the job, eh?" I forgive him, taking a bite of my bacon. "Yeah," he smiles at me.

I wonder what I told him last night...
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A/N: heyyy beautiful people!!! How are u all doing? Merry Christmas!!!! I hope u guys are having a wonderful Christmas Eve!

Sorry it took me so long to update! I've been busy with Christmas shopping for my family and friends that are so impossible to shop for lol.

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~Victoria