Yes, Sir || B.J.A.

-thirty six-

"Joey?" 

"Y-yeah, hey," he smiled nervously, letting me out of his embrace. "uhm, these are for you." he hands me the bouquet of red roses. Red. Roses. Oh man.

"Thank you" I smiled shyly. I wanted to ask the obvious question. What the hell was he doing here?! 

"I came home from tour a little early to come. Thank god I got the date right." his smile didn't falter. 

I laughed nervously at this. "This is going to sound rude no matter how I say this but, why are you here Joey?" 

He sighed and ran a hand through his curly hair. Damn, I forgot how his hair is legitimate goals. "Because I wanted to. I wanted to be here. I know we're not together anymore and we don't have to be. I do think about you a lot and I missed you like crazy on tour. I had to see you one last time. I figured your graduation day was the perfect time to. And don't even get me started on that speech. I'm so proud of you, Mel." 

Dear god, I wanted to cry. 

My own boyfriend could care less and didn't listen to my speech whatsoever. And the guy I left him for actually gave a damn about it.  

"Wow. Thank you Joey. That's incredibly kind of you. And I've missed you too." I said, looking down at the roses in my hands. 

His smile suddenly did falter. "But, you're with... Billie Joe. I admit, I'm still not happy about it but I have learned to accept it and respect it. A-and I'm happy if you are." 

I felt a tear run down my cheek. "You're going to find someone who will be able to give you more than I ever could Joey. Remember that, please." 

He reached forward and wiped away my tear and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I don't believe that at all, but I hope you're right." 

"Thanks again for the flowers, Joey. But I really gotta get going." I smiled sadly and began to walk away. 

He followed me and ran to stand in front of me, blocking me from the entrance. "Come to our show Saturday night." It wasn't a question, that much was obvious. 

I bit my lip and when that happened, Joey added a "please." 

"Where is it?" my eyes met his. 

"924 Gilman Street." he replied instantly. 

I nodded at this. "Okay." 

He smiled a huge smile. The smile I missed. He pulled me in for a hug. "Thank you, Mel. Can't wait to see you there." 

"You too Joey. See ya then." I hugged him back. We both pulled away from the hug and he let me pass him to go outside. 

As soon as I turned the corner of the building, I pretty much sprinted to the parking lot, heels in one hand, roses in the other, and my art award and diploma being held to my side by my arm.

I didn't bother texting Billie Joe to let him know I was leaving. For all he knows, I'm still there. He's not looking for me anyway. Too busy looking and talking to my fucking aunt Evelyn. 

I shook the thoughts from my head as best as I could and drove back to my apartment. 

. . .

I unlocked the door of my apartment and found a bottle of champagne on the island table in my kitchen.

I picked it up and found a little note on it. 

"So proud of you baby. You did it! Cheers, Melina. You deserve this! - Billie Joe"

Oh go to hell, Billie Joe.

But I figure at this rate, one glass of champagne won't hurt. If anything it may boost my mood. 

But before I knew it, one glass turned into two. Two turned into three. And at some point, I was sitting on my couch drinking from the bottle of champagne and watching the Oasis documentary. 

"SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as we're walking on byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" I sang my little drunk heart out to no one in particular. 

Then I heard my phone go off.  I checked my caller id. "Billie <3" 

"Pfffffffft, no thank you" I grumbled out loud, letting the call go to voicemail. I don't want to see him, or talk to him. Even if I did, now would not be a good time because I am not sober enough for this. 

When it got to the fourth call from him, I decided to just turn off my phone. 

Not my best idea. 

Not even twenty minutes later, I heard a loud and repetitive knock on my door. 

"Shut the hell up!" I shouted. 

"Melina let me in right now!" Billie Joe yelled. 

"Fuck no!" I spat. 

"What the hell is going on?! Do you have any idea how much you scared me like what the hell!?" he shouted back. 

Oh this bitch.

I got up from the couch and walked over to the door and opened it, nearly taking it off of its hinges in the process. 

"Oh I'm sorry. Were you even at my graduation? Did you even hear my speech? NO! You didn't! You're the one that wanted me to go to that stupid thing and wear this stupid dress and those stupid heels and you couldn't even pretend to be interested at all! Should I have wore something better? Skimpier? Should I be an older woman!?" I was shouting so loud, I was surprised no neighbors had come out to tell me to shut up yet.

I think Billie was thinking the same thing, because he basically shoved me into my apartment, closing the door behind him.

"Excuse me? Who the hell said you could come in here?" I glared at him. 

"What the hell has gotten into you?" his voice had an edge to it. He was trying not to shout. 

I rolled my eyes and chose not to answer. 

He took in his surroundings. The heels laying haphazardly along with my graduation hat. The empty bottle of champagne on the coffee table. The Oasis documentary on tv. But then his stare grew colder.

"Who the fuck are those flowers from?" he asked, his voice almost scaring me. Almost. 

"Someone who actually gave a shit about me. Someone who listened to my speech and drove who knows how many miles to see me even though I treated him like dirt and left him for someone who couldn't take their eyes off of my aunt." I glared back.

He closed his eyes at my answer and he kept curling his hands into fists. His breathing had gotten heavier and quicker. That all should have scared me. If anything, it sobered me up. 

"Y'know what? I'm going to come back tomorrow once you're sober because I know this isn't you. It's the alcohol. I'll see you tomorrow Mel." He walked away and opened the door to my apartment. 

"Tell my aunt I say hi" I spat, making him freeze. 

He slammed my door shut at that. 

All I remember after that was finishing all the beer Billie Joe had left in my fridge and watching some stupid romantic comedy. 

. . .

A/N: Holy hell. 

Two bad chapters in a row. I'm so sorry loves. The next one should be fluffy. Should be.

I have finally figured out a way to wrap up this story! All bad things must come to an end. I think this book is going to reach forty chapters and then I'm gonna end it. This is the longest book I have ever written! Like W H A T.

Anyway, thanks for reading, lemme know what ya think :))

Rage & Love ~