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Chapter 8
1 Reviews“You…You…” I thought this would sound stupid, but I had to say it, “You called me Billie, not Mr. Armstrong.”
Billie Joe’s POV
I woke up to a soft knocking on my door. I grunted, hoping they would just go away. They knocked again. I sighed.
“I’m coming…” I murmured. They knocked again. “I’m coming!” I said louder and out of bed. “Who is it?”
“It’s me,” Danielle said from behind the door, “Are you decent?” she asked. I looked down at my t-shirt and boxers.
“Uh…give me a second!” I went into the large closet and threw on the first two things I saw. I went back and opened the door.
“Mornin’ Sunshine,” she said, smiling. She had her hair pulled up in a loose ponytail and was wearing a red business dress.
“Good morning,” I said tiredly.
“Can I come in?” she asked. I stepped aside and let her in. I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Um…” She checked her watch, “Noon.”
“Noon?” I glanced out the window, shocked. The streetlight was still shining and the stars were still hanging in the sky. “But it’s still dark out!”
“Shoot, I forgot to tell you, it’s always night here.” She said.
“Always?” I asked, not completely believing.
“Yep.” She said simply, turning on the lights and revealing my room. I blinked at the sudden brightness.
“Weird…” I murmured, running a hand through my hair.
“How did you sleep?” she asked.
“Fine,” I said. “So what’s up?” I asked.
“I’m here to help you prepare for your date, remember?” she asked.
“Oh! Right,” I responded.
“Shall we get started then?” she asked.
“Sure,”
“Great,” she said smiling. “I suggest we start with an outfit, because you’re definitely not wearing that,” she pointed at my current outfit. I looked down at it for the first time. Bright yellow pants with a pink v-neck. My cheeks felt hot with embarrassment. She laughed as she walked into the large closet behind me.
“Let’s see here…” she started searching through the clothes, occasionally throwing me a shirt or some other piece of clothing.
“What’s your favorite color?” she asked.
“Uh…red?” she nodded.
She searched through some more and threw me a few red pieces of clothing. Then she found a few pairs of shoes and threw them my way. After a little while longer, she turned to me and assessed the pile of clothes that I was holding.
“That should do,” she said. “Now come on, let’s see what we’ve got here,” she said, walking back into the sitting area.
I followed her; barely able to walk under the weight of the clothes I was carrying. I threw the pile down on one of the couches. She looked at them for a moment.
“So many options…” she said.
“Uh-huh,”
She picked up a pair of white skinnies, a black v-neck, a red leather jacket, and a pair of black combat boots. She handed them to me.
“Try these on first,” she said.
I walked back into the closet, closing the door behind me. I pulled on the outfit and looked at myself in the mirror. I grimaced. I looked like a faggot.
“Oh my god…” I muttered.
“How is it?” I heard Danny call.
“Awful! I look like a idiot,”
“Oh it can’t be that bad!” she said, “Can I see?”
I sighed and opened the door, walking to meet her. She looked at me and burst into laughter.
“Wow, that’s awful!” she said, in between laughs.
“I look like Justin freakin’ Beiber!” I said, laughing along with her. She picked up
another outfit and threw it at me.
“Try these, hopefully you won’t look so ridiculous in them,” she said, still laughing.
It went on like this for a while. We laughed a lot at stupid outfits and I swear she made me look stupid sometimes just for fun. I tried on outfit after outfit but nothing seemed to work.
“Nothing’s working!” I said, tiredly.
“We’ll find something!” she said, searching through the pile once more. She pulled out a few more things. “Try this on,” she said holding out the clothes to me.
“Danny-“ I started but she cut me off.
“Just one more!” she said. “I really think this one will work!” I sighed.
“Fine…” I said reluctantly. I took the clothes back into the closet and tried them on. It was a black button-up top with black skinnies , a red tie and a pair of Chuck Taylor’s. I looked at myself in the mirror.
I was pleasantly surprised. The outfit fit me perfectly, and they were my favorite colors.
“How are they…?” she asked, tentatively.
“I…actually like it,” I answered.
“Well, let me see it!” she said, hopefully. I walked out and let her see it.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Billie, I think it’s perfect!” I was shocked at that. She didn’t seem to notice as she kept talking, “It looks formal, but not too formal. The sneakers really work on you. And it’s your favorite color, so that’s a plus….” She looked at me, confused. “What’s with the face?” she asked.
“You…You…” I thought this would sound stupid, but I had to say it, “You called me Billie, not Mr. Armstrong.”
Danny’s POV
Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! How did he catch that? I didn’t mean to say his first name, I really didn’t. Oh, god, I hope my boss didn’t find out. I’m not allowed to call them by their first name; it leads to a personal relationship which is not allowed unless the client wants to have a relationship with you.
“I…I’m sorry…” I stuttered. He looked confused.
“Why are you sorry?” he asked.
“I…uh…” I stumbled over what to say.
“I’m not mad at you or anything,” he said, “Actually, I’d rather have you call me Billie, Mr. Armstrong sounds too…formal…” he said.
“Oh,” was all I could say.
“Are you alright, Danny? You look sorta pale,” he said, concern showing on his face.
“Oh, no I’m fine…” shoot. Calm down, Danny! It was just a little mistake! No one will even notice! Or at least, I hoped they wouldn’t. I looked nervously at my watch. It was about 8 so Billie would have to leave soon to meet Whatshername. “I should go…you have to get ready…” I said, walking towards the door.
“Danny?” I turned around, my heart thudding.
“Yes?” I was very careful about not saying his name.
“Thanks for your help, I really appreciate it,” he said, smiling softly.
“I live to serve,” I said, forcing a smile, before practically running out of the room. I ran to my room on the 10th floor and slammed the door shut behind me.
“God, I’m an idiot!” I yelled.
“Well, I already knew that,” I heard a voice say behind me.
“Thanks, Jamie, I really appreciate it,” I said addressing my roommate. She was a short girl with bright red hair. She worked the same job as me, but we were nothing alike. We always fought but in reality, we were like sisters. She was sitting on her bed reading a magazine.
“What did you do this time?” she asked, not looking up. I sat down on my bed opposite of hers.
“I…I said his name…Billie’s…” I said, quietly.
“You, what?!” she yelled and looked up at me. I looked down at my shoes. “Did he notice?” she asked, suddenly animated.
“He was the one who pointed it out,” I said, ashamed.
“Oh god…” she whispered.
“I don’t know how it happened! I just let myself get carried away and I didn’t even realize I had said it!” I said.
“How did he respond?” she asked.
“He was fine with it. Actually, he wanted me to call him Billie, but I totally spazzed, and I think he noticed,” I said, that awful feeling of getting caught overwhelming me again. I felt like I was going to cry. A mistake like that could cost me my job, and lord knows I needed my job.
“Hey, it’s alright,” Jamie said, sitting next to me and rubbing my shoulder. “It’s the first time this has ever happened, I bet Alex will cut you some slack,” Alex was out boss.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be freaking out like this,” I said.
“It’s alright,” she said smiling.
“I just…I just don’t want him to turn out like Tunny…” I said, feeling tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Oh, Danny, don’t cry,” but I couldn’t help it. The tears fell and I couldn’t stop them. She pulled me into a hug. “That wasn’t your fault and you know that. It won’t happen again, I know it.” She let me go.
“Thanks, Jamie,” I said, wiping away my tears. “I have to get ready…” I said.
“Alright,” she said and I made my way to the bathroom.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and all I could see was the horrifying images that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Jamie thought it wasn’t my fault, but I didn’t. if I could’ve been there, if I would’ve done something differently…maybe I could’ve changed what happened that night…
But I couldn’t think about that now. No. I had to put on the mask of happiness and become the perfect person. At least until the night was over.
Billie Joe’s POV
Well, that was weird.
I had only noticed that she finally called me Billie. I had wanted her too for a long time. It made me feel weird that she didn’t. I mean, I call her Danny, so why couldn’t she call me Billie? She seemed totally freaked out by the fact that she had said it.
But that’s not what really freaked me out about it.
It was when she said, “I live to serve” that messed with me.
There was something about the way she said it, like it hurt. Like she was a slave just doing her job. And the way that she obviously forced a smile…It was unsettling. Was she hiding something from me? There must’ve been, because she obviously wasn’t okay when she left.
I shook the thoughts away, trying to get dressed for my date. But as I got ready, the words echoed in my head like a broken record.
Something wasn’t right, and I could feel it.
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I woke up to a soft knocking on my door. I grunted, hoping they would just go away. They knocked again. I sighed.
“I’m coming…” I murmured. They knocked again. “I’m coming!” I said louder and out of bed. “Who is it?”
“It’s me,” Danielle said from behind the door, “Are you decent?” she asked. I looked down at my t-shirt and boxers.
“Uh…give me a second!” I went into the large closet and threw on the first two things I saw. I went back and opened the door.
“Mornin’ Sunshine,” she said, smiling. She had her hair pulled up in a loose ponytail and was wearing a red business dress.
“Good morning,” I said tiredly.
“Can I come in?” she asked. I stepped aside and let her in. I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Um…” She checked her watch, “Noon.”
“Noon?” I glanced out the window, shocked. The streetlight was still shining and the stars were still hanging in the sky. “But it’s still dark out!”
“Shoot, I forgot to tell you, it’s always night here.” She said.
“Always?” I asked, not completely believing.
“Yep.” She said simply, turning on the lights and revealing my room. I blinked at the sudden brightness.
“Weird…” I murmured, running a hand through my hair.
“How did you sleep?” she asked.
“Fine,” I said. “So what’s up?” I asked.
“I’m here to help you prepare for your date, remember?” she asked.
“Oh! Right,” I responded.
“Shall we get started then?” she asked.
“Sure,”
“Great,” she said smiling. “I suggest we start with an outfit, because you’re definitely not wearing that,” she pointed at my current outfit. I looked down at it for the first time. Bright yellow pants with a pink v-neck. My cheeks felt hot with embarrassment. She laughed as she walked into the large closet behind me.
“Let’s see here…” she started searching through the clothes, occasionally throwing me a shirt or some other piece of clothing.
“What’s your favorite color?” she asked.
“Uh…red?” she nodded.
She searched through some more and threw me a few red pieces of clothing. Then she found a few pairs of shoes and threw them my way. After a little while longer, she turned to me and assessed the pile of clothes that I was holding.
“That should do,” she said. “Now come on, let’s see what we’ve got here,” she said, walking back into the sitting area.
I followed her; barely able to walk under the weight of the clothes I was carrying. I threw the pile down on one of the couches. She looked at them for a moment.
“So many options…” she said.
“Uh-huh,”
She picked up a pair of white skinnies, a black v-neck, a red leather jacket, and a pair of black combat boots. She handed them to me.
“Try these on first,” she said.
I walked back into the closet, closing the door behind me. I pulled on the outfit and looked at myself in the mirror. I grimaced. I looked like a faggot.
“Oh my god…” I muttered.
“How is it?” I heard Danny call.
“Awful! I look like a idiot,”
“Oh it can’t be that bad!” she said, “Can I see?”
I sighed and opened the door, walking to meet her. She looked at me and burst into laughter.
“Wow, that’s awful!” she said, in between laughs.
“I look like Justin freakin’ Beiber!” I said, laughing along with her. She picked up
another outfit and threw it at me.
“Try these, hopefully you won’t look so ridiculous in them,” she said, still laughing.
It went on like this for a while. We laughed a lot at stupid outfits and I swear she made me look stupid sometimes just for fun. I tried on outfit after outfit but nothing seemed to work.
“Nothing’s working!” I said, tiredly.
“We’ll find something!” she said, searching through the pile once more. She pulled out a few more things. “Try this on,” she said holding out the clothes to me.
“Danny-“ I started but she cut me off.
“Just one more!” she said. “I really think this one will work!” I sighed.
“Fine…” I said reluctantly. I took the clothes back into the closet and tried them on. It was a black button-up top with black skinnies , a red tie and a pair of Chuck Taylor’s. I looked at myself in the mirror.
I was pleasantly surprised. The outfit fit me perfectly, and they were my favorite colors.
“How are they…?” she asked, tentatively.
“I…actually like it,” I answered.
“Well, let me see it!” she said, hopefully. I walked out and let her see it.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Billie, I think it’s perfect!” I was shocked at that. She didn’t seem to notice as she kept talking, “It looks formal, but not too formal. The sneakers really work on you. And it’s your favorite color, so that’s a plus….” She looked at me, confused. “What’s with the face?” she asked.
“You…You…” I thought this would sound stupid, but I had to say it, “You called me Billie, not Mr. Armstrong.”
Danny’s POV
Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! How did he catch that? I didn’t mean to say his first name, I really didn’t. Oh, god, I hope my boss didn’t find out. I’m not allowed to call them by their first name; it leads to a personal relationship which is not allowed unless the client wants to have a relationship with you.
“I…I’m sorry…” I stuttered. He looked confused.
“Why are you sorry?” he asked.
“I…uh…” I stumbled over what to say.
“I’m not mad at you or anything,” he said, “Actually, I’d rather have you call me Billie, Mr. Armstrong sounds too…formal…” he said.
“Oh,” was all I could say.
“Are you alright, Danny? You look sorta pale,” he said, concern showing on his face.
“Oh, no I’m fine…” shoot. Calm down, Danny! It was just a little mistake! No one will even notice! Or at least, I hoped they wouldn’t. I looked nervously at my watch. It was about 8 so Billie would have to leave soon to meet Whatshername. “I should go…you have to get ready…” I said, walking towards the door.
“Danny?” I turned around, my heart thudding.
“Yes?” I was very careful about not saying his name.
“Thanks for your help, I really appreciate it,” he said, smiling softly.
“I live to serve,” I said, forcing a smile, before practically running out of the room. I ran to my room on the 10th floor and slammed the door shut behind me.
“God, I’m an idiot!” I yelled.
“Well, I already knew that,” I heard a voice say behind me.
“Thanks, Jamie, I really appreciate it,” I said addressing my roommate. She was a short girl with bright red hair. She worked the same job as me, but we were nothing alike. We always fought but in reality, we were like sisters. She was sitting on her bed reading a magazine.
“What did you do this time?” she asked, not looking up. I sat down on my bed opposite of hers.
“I…I said his name…Billie’s…” I said, quietly.
“You, what?!” she yelled and looked up at me. I looked down at my shoes. “Did he notice?” she asked, suddenly animated.
“He was the one who pointed it out,” I said, ashamed.
“Oh god…” she whispered.
“I don’t know how it happened! I just let myself get carried away and I didn’t even realize I had said it!” I said.
“How did he respond?” she asked.
“He was fine with it. Actually, he wanted me to call him Billie, but I totally spazzed, and I think he noticed,” I said, that awful feeling of getting caught overwhelming me again. I felt like I was going to cry. A mistake like that could cost me my job, and lord knows I needed my job.
“Hey, it’s alright,” Jamie said, sitting next to me and rubbing my shoulder. “It’s the first time this has ever happened, I bet Alex will cut you some slack,” Alex was out boss.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be freaking out like this,” I said.
“It’s alright,” she said smiling.
“I just…I just don’t want him to turn out like Tunny…” I said, feeling tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Oh, Danny, don’t cry,” but I couldn’t help it. The tears fell and I couldn’t stop them. She pulled me into a hug. “That wasn’t your fault and you know that. It won’t happen again, I know it.” She let me go.
“Thanks, Jamie,” I said, wiping away my tears. “I have to get ready…” I said.
“Alright,” she said and I made my way to the bathroom.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and all I could see was the horrifying images that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Jamie thought it wasn’t my fault, but I didn’t. if I could’ve been there, if I would’ve done something differently…maybe I could’ve changed what happened that night…
But I couldn’t think about that now. No. I had to put on the mask of happiness and become the perfect person. At least until the night was over.
Billie Joe’s POV
Well, that was weird.
I had only noticed that she finally called me Billie. I had wanted her too for a long time. It made me feel weird that she didn’t. I mean, I call her Danny, so why couldn’t she call me Billie? She seemed totally freaked out by the fact that she had said it.
But that’s not what really freaked me out about it.
It was when she said, “I live to serve” that messed with me.
There was something about the way she said it, like it hurt. Like she was a slave just doing her job. And the way that she obviously forced a smile…It was unsettling. Was she hiding something from me? There must’ve been, because she obviously wasn’t okay when she left.
I shook the thoughts away, trying to get dressed for my date. But as I got ready, the words echoed in my head like a broken record.
Something wasn’t right, and I could feel it.
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A/N Hey guys! Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter! It's nice to know someone is reading this :D This chapter is kind of boring sorry, but it was needed.Keep Rate/Reviewing!
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