"Just get your things, then leave. It's simple Billie Joe,"
He pushed out his bottom lip childishly swaying me slightly with his hands remaining around my waist. "Please don't make me go,"
"It's for your things, you don't want them burnt. What does she even have specifically?"
"Erm..." His eyes flickered away from mine as he looked up over at the ceiling thinking out loud. "Well I'm pretty sure she has that one red jumper I use to wear all the time, there's a few shirts I can't specifically remember- pretty sure she's got one of my leather jackets-"
"-are you kidding me? You love those things!"
"She was cold one night! I felt... well- rude asking for it back at her door when I was dropping her off home so she kinda took it,"
"Alright! Alright- carry on,"
"I left one of my coats there once, there's a few pairs of boxers? A-"
"-okay okay okay," I cut him of quickly. "I get it. A lot of things. But doesn't this sum up my point? Just go get the things? Then leave. It's that simple Billie,"
He sighed dropping his arms off my waist and walking away.
"Aye aye? Where you going?" I asked confused after my arms had slipped from over his shoulders.
He breathed out turning around with his hands through his hair. "I don't know why I bother,"
"What do you mean?"
"I can't make it any more obvious-"
"-make what-?"
"-I don't wanna see her because of you!" He snapped, the sudden burst of anger coming out of no where and leaving just as quickly.
I let it hang in the air for a minute, not purposely. I was thinking what I was suppose to say to that.
Why was it because of me? Why was it because of me? What the fuck had I done?
"Me...?" I asked him, my voice barley even loud enough. But he seem to of heard me.
"Yes! I don't want any of this shit to happen again! You think I wanna be caught in one of those situations again?"
"What- do you still like her?"
"What? No! Of course not- why would you even ask that of me?"
"Well then why is there a worry?"
"Because I don't trust her Phee! Okay!? I don't trust her and I don't trust the way she twists things and I don't trust the way she lies and I don't trust that 'a talk' is all she wants from me. I don't believe it- it's bullshit!"
"Billie! Chill the fuck out okay? Why are you getting so angry? I just don't want your stuff getting burnt.... that's all,"
"I don't need to chill out," he pursed his lips as he crossed his arms looking away. Before mumbling out throw his lips. "I'm calm,"
"You're not calm,"
"I am!"
I flinched slightly, at his outburst after claiming to be calm.
"I am," he mumbled after a moment.
"Yknow what, I'll just get your stuff-"
"-she won't give you them, just let her burn them,"
"Billie she has your stuff. I know you want it back you're just worried about seeing her,"
"I don't want them-"
YOU ARE READING
Sinning like a saint // BJA
Fanfiction"You've been weird with me for days now!" I shouted, "Why? Billie what happened between us? You won't even look at me any more, do i mean nothing to you or something?" "-No! It's not like that-" "-I've known you my whole life and now you act like yo...
