Landline (Trillie)

9.)

Fading into the velvet cloak of the night, he dragged me by the arm into a place I did not know. I'm not entirely sure on why I did follow him, do I trust him this easily? He seemed the slightest bit drunk, but wasn't spewing out his guts so I thought I was alright.

''Why have you brought me here?'' I asked, surprisingly calm, then again I was still seeing spots from jolting awake so quickly.

''I needed to make sure you were real. But I also just wanted to see you in general. I've been waiting a while for this.'' He insisted. I felt a chill go up my spine, I was curious but also a bit more cautious. ''Also I expected you to be taller'' he added to cease my silence.

''Why would a celebrity want anything to do with somebody like me?'' I finally asked that question.

''Well Tré Cool, you have phenomenal performances on your drum set and there's something about you I really like'' And of course I blushed at the compliment, nobody said stuff like that to me, and my long loved idol made it feel special. It sounded very scripted, like he had this planned for months prior.

''Thanks, means a lot coming from you''
''I'm just a normal guy''

He seemed so laid back that I assumed he was on drugs. Which he wasn't, but it stunned me.

''Um.. One more question''
''Anything''
''How did you know where I was staying?''

Silence.

''Well I um.. I knew that you.. Were in this town and I figured a couple of guys would get a room at this motel..'' He backed himself up in a jumbled sentence.

''No offense Billie Joe, but you are great at finding out the exact window that people will be sleeping inside of.'' I kind of smiled. He returned this. It was a bit tense now. But I was not scared.

''Hey, I have an idea. Come to the bar with us. I want you to meet the rest of the band.'' He suddenly remarked. ''Gee I dunno.. Why not I guess?'' I pushed up my glasses and followed him, staying close so that I didn't get lost. It was extremely dark outside.

I could have sworn I was dreaming, I felt like a very important person. A special kind of guy. The bar was actually well kept and there weren't any females inside..

I stirred the funky red drink inside of my glass, I didn't even introduce myself. He had already done that with ''oh this is my friend.'' The pressure to fit in was overwhelming, small conversations that occasionally I would chime into. We were all young and dumb and naive.

I could feel a mass of pressure in my head and the room was getting to be fuzzy. I set the cursed glass aside and stared at Billie. Man, I guess the movies were correct when they joked about how people got hotter after alcohol. He didn't have on eyeliner that night, his hair was messy and it attempted to stand up. Typical black jeans and t-shirt.

The other two guys seemed hostile but not nearly as perfect as Bill. Bill? ''I should get going'' I simply stated. He tugged on my arm a bit and looked up at me with lust. ''Do you love me?'' He asked, slurred with a childish smile. I squirmed in his now firm grasp and finally broke free, feeling more chills as I escaped into the night. I felt tears emerge as I realized what had just happened, I felt anxious and paranoid on what just happened. I heard them laughing hysterically in the backdrop.

When I returned I pondered on the night, the escape, the freedom, and Billie Joe. The smell of cigarettes that remained on his shirt, the way he had looked at me with a captivating stare. He seemed like a deadbeat, but the world praised him like a God. Maybe the fame had gotten to his head. Then I remembered that Adrienne announced they were no longer together. I felt a tug at my heartstrings. I did support them. I stumbled on my bed and fell asleep on the other side of the room from Jason.