...And If We Could Just Stay Sane...[Billy Martin] Part 3: Don't Forget Your Underwear
BILLY’S P.O.V
Finally! I thought She’s alone…
We were in Chapter’s and Kate was in the art section. I slowly came up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned her head around, and looking up at me, she gave me a barely audible “hmm?”.
I looked at her brown eyes and noticed that they were slightly watered. Looking down to her left cheek, I noticed it was stained from having a tear run across it.
It was only one tear, but you could tell she was trying so hard to hold back.
This is my fault. I should have never asked
“Sorry…” I began “…I shouldn’t have asked something like that-especially with everyone in the room. I re-“
“No. It’s okay, really. It happens” She said plastering on a smile while shrugging her shoulders.
Placing my right hand on her shoulder I watched as another tear ran down her cheek.
Suddenly-out of nowhere-I leaned down and kissed her quickly. After that I pulled her close to me. Protecting her.
If only it was that simple…
BACK TO YOUR P.O.V
Finally, I’m alone., you thought letting one tear escape.
NO! You’re not allowed to cry! You can’t be this pathetic. This is why you lost so many friends. Why your own dad doesn’t want to acknowledge your existence. You have to keep it in, to keep the friends
I felt somebody tap my shoulder. I turned around and found Billy’s icy blue eyes, staring into my wet brown ones.
I was trying so hard not to burst out sobbing.
“Sorry…” He began “…I shouldn’t have asked something like that-especially with everyone in the room. I re-“ He was about to say sorry (again) but I cut him off. It wasn’t necessary for him to say sorry.
“No. It’s okay, really. It happens” I said, forcing on a smile and shrugging my shoulders.
Billy lifted up his right arm and carefully placed it on my shoulder. My skin was exposed because I was wearing a tank-top. I could feel his skin on mine and it felt good. Comforting. For a moment there I felt as if everything had disappeared. I was so happy I let one tear escape from my eyes.
Suddenly, and quickly, Billy leaned down softly pressing his lips to mine. After that he embraced my tightly. I felt so safe there.
I brought my arms up and clung them to his back, while laying my head down on his chest. I sighed, just enjoying the moment.
“HA! YOU SO OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS, BENJI! I TOLD YOU THEY WOULD KISS!” Joel yelled, jumping out for the shelf behind us.
Billy and I jumped and let go of each other at the sudden outburst. I looked at Billy for a moment wishing that our hug didn’t end, but then I realized what had happened and I started to look down at my chunky, black sneaker. I was sure I was blushing, I could feel my cheeks burning.
“Aww…how cute!” I heard Mel and David say.
I picked up the books I wanted: A Bio. On Gustav Klimt, a book about art history,
and finally I picked up Tim Burton’s “The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy & Other Stories” (AN: Awesome book! But it!)
As were walking towards the cashier Chris ran over to Billy saying, “No! This is what you’re supposed to do!”, as he grabbed his hand dragging him over to me, grabbing my hand and making Billy’s and my hand intertwine.
Billy chuckled and shook his head as he said: “You guys are just so determined, aren’t you?”.
I looked at him and said “Looks like it.”.
“Oh, Billy!” Joel started “You know since Mel and Kate have such a small apartment you’re going to have to sleep in her room.”
My eyes widened at this. “WHAT?!” Billy and I said in unison.
It was 10:30 and Billy and I were in my room, setting up the sleeping arrangements. I’d cleaned up before he came in so he wouldn’t notice any clothes--or worse-underwear, randomly lying on the floor.
“Wow. Clean room. Very…white.” Billy said as his eyes glazed over my wooden floors and white walls (which were mostly covered in posters of bands or art from some of my favourite artists).
“It’s only clean because I cleaned before you came in. And, shush! My walls are just white because I haven’t had the time to decorate. I have school ya’ know!” I placed my hand on my right hip and leaned towards that direction.
“Uh-huh” he began, nodding his head slightly. Was he even listening?
“What are you staring at?” What? I’m curious!
He walked over to the edge of the bed and bending down he picked something up and held it in his hands as he said: “you failed at cleaning”.
I looked at his face and saw this grin of satisfaction glaring back at me. Looking down to his hand I found him holding one of my lacy black Victoria Secret underwear. My eyes widened in pure horror while his grin only grew wider.
“Give me that!” I said walking up to him and trying to grab my underwear back.
“No.” he said as he lifted his arm in the air, leaving me to try and snatch it from up there. He was tall, okay?!
I tried jumping for it but all he did was take a step back. Taking another leap he took another step back. But this time he ran out of room as his leg hit the end board of my bed, causing him to lose balance. It was at that moment where I finally reached his hand and grasped the underwear (which he was still holding), so naturally, I fell with him…onto the bed. We ended up like this: Billy was lying on the bed, and I was right on top of him, our faces inches away from each other.
“Well this is sufficiently awkward” I said.
“Yeah…” he replied, trailing off while he stared deep into my eyes.
Suddenly, Benji walked in and exclaimed “OH GOD! NO! JUST…NO!”
The end (of the chapter) muah!
-TYPICAloser
luv to your corpse<3<3<3