Roller coaster 🎢 ~ (Tom Delonge) [Discontinued!]

PART TWENTY

Y/n's POV
February 18th 1995

After parting from Anne's house, I started my way down the street.
I left in a huff, I really didn't want to deal with Anne's confrontation.
I know she's concerned about me but there isn't anything to worry about!
I pulled my phone from out of my hoodie pocket and texted Billie.

Y/n
hey, change of plans. I know this is super short notice, but can you come pick me up around 1st and 2nd street?

I stuffed my phone back in my pocket and made my way toward a bench that was nearby. I kicked some stones on the way and plopped myself on the cold bench.

I stared up into the grey February sky, hoping to see some sunlight peer though the depressing clouds.

I huffed as I heard my phone chime in my pocket.
I felt for my phone to read the delivered text.

B.J.
Hey, just got your text. I could come pick you up in like 10 minutes.
Everything okay?

I quickly read the text and texted him back.

Y/n
there's no rush to get here, bill. although, i wasn't really prepared for this weather it's kind of chilly :/
and everything is okay, no worries.

As I was texting, I noticed a small raindrop fall onto my phone's screen.

You gotta be fucking joking me.

I looked up at the sky with disappointment. Out of all the times it could've rained on any given day, it had to have happened now.
I sighed as I felt cold raindrops wash over me. I sprinted over in a hurry to get under a tree.
After doing so, I shook myself of the fallen rain.
All I could do now is hope that Billie would get here soon...

Time slipped by fairly quick as I heard the sound of wheels grinding on wet concrete and the sound of muffled rock music.
A single honk came out of the car and I already had known who the culprit was. I ran through the rain and hastily got into the car.
The sudden feeling of the car's heater hit me and I rushed to shed my wet hoodie off my cold body.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner, you alright?"

Billie took my wet hoodie from my hands and he handed me his jacket from the backseat.

"You look like you need this more than I do," Billie chuckles as he puts the car in drive.

"Sorry for such a short notice, I just didn't want to be at home any longer..." I mumbled as I held his jacket closer to my body.

I smelled his cologne off of the bomber jacket straight away.
It smelled like cigarette smoke with the mix of the scent of some kind of wood.

"It's no big deal, it just means that we get to hang out sooner," he smiled at me and reached to turn the radio volume just a little higher.

The Who played softly in the background.

I smiled back and leaned against the window. I looked out the window and watched the rain and different cars speed by.

Billie side eyed me as I rested my head on my palm and stared out the window.
He suddenly reached for the window buttons on his side door and pressed down on my window button.
Before I knew it, my face was sprayed with cold rain water.
I gasped and was quick to wipe my face as Billie rolled the window back up. I turned to face him as his familiar laughter filled my ears.
As I shook off the rest of the water on me, I looked at Billie with a face that said, "Uh, excuse me??" and smacked his chest.
But when I saw his goofy smile, I couldn't help but let a smile slip.

"Well at least you didn't get hit by frozen rain because then it would've hurt like...
...
...
...
hail,"
Billie said to me as we came to a stop at a red light.

We stared at each other for 5 seconds before I lightly punched his shoulder. We both started laughing after that and then Billie started to crack even more jokes. They were all unbearable, but the delivery was hilarious.
The ride back home was just filled with laughter.

When we got to his house, we threw together all of our wet clothes and made our way to his room.

"Make yourself at home," Billie said as he made his way to his record player.

I followed behind him and started looking through his vinyl collection. Most of it consisted of rock but what caught my eye were some Elvis Presley and Johnny B. Goode records in there.

We listened to a couple of records as we starfished on his bedroom floor. At some point in time, we had also smoked a little pot in the middle of a Monkees song.

As one song began to fade, I got up and switched the record for a Ramones song Billie had that I couldn't get out of my head.
I took the Sheena is a Punk Rocker vinyl record in my hand and slid it in the record player.

As the song started playing Billie got off of the floor and started swaying to the music.
I giggled and started swaying a little bit with him.
Soon enough, we were dancing with each other and laughing our asses off.
We jumped around the the beat of the music and Billie started shredding on an air guitar. I grinned as I started to move my arms to do some air drumming.
As the music neared it's end, we bumped into each other and Billie grabbed a hold of me. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I wrapped my arms over his shoulders.
We were both out of breath as we stared into each other's eyes.
The music still kept its lively beat and Billie swallowed his nerves.

"Y/n, I think..." He mutters to me.

"I think you are supposed to be my little punk rocking Sheena."

His malachite eyes bore into mine.
I felt his breathing intermingling with mine as he started to inch closer to me.
I shut my eyes and leaned into him as I clutched the back of his shirt.
Billie held me close as his plush lips bumped into mine.
It was a clumsy kiss I'll admit, but it was very passionate and loving kiss.
I opened my half lidded eyes half way into the kiss and felt my heart sink just a twinge.

This didn't feel right...

A/n note:
Hey loves, sorry for the long wait. Hopefully I made it up to you guys with this update. I promise I'll have the next chapter out soon, please be understanding of the slow updates as school is starting for me soon.
Stay tuned for the next chapter <3