Rebel Yell

That was the most tense taxi ride of my life; it didn’t feel like it had been two hours of constant travel because every single movement Marci made sent a shiver down my back every word she spoke hit my nerve endings and eventually I felt like giving up on this softer makeshift version of foreplay.

Eventually however we ended up outside of a little home in North Kingston, Rhode Island. It was a big house and looked like the typical American family home, otherwise seen in glossy magazines. Two big oak trees stood prominent at the front of the house where Marci and I stood rearranging our once neat outfits. A light was on in the left hand side bay window and it illuminated the quaint porch table and chairs that was surrounded by thousands of flowers. Marci opened the yellow picket gate fence and grabbed my arm as she towed me and her suitcase into the large front garden.

“Welcome to my home” her face was lit up so brightly tonight and her eyes glistened with delight as she picked up pace towards the door. I was stunned at her home, I knew that her father was once an important man in Rhode Island but the house looked like it was built for a millionaire. I rubbed the back of my neck as she hammed on the door with the golden lion door knocker.

“Your house is so pretty Marci” I nudged her shoulder as we stood in the dark waiting for an answer at the door.

“I’ll take that as a complement then, I built this house thirty years ago” a booming voice appeared from the back of us and I jumped a little.

“Dad” Marci cried out loud, as a large man with a head of greying brown hair held his hands out to his little girl.

“I’m so glad you are here kid, your mom and I miss you so much since you moved to Oakland” he kissed her on the cheek and pulled away to see her entire appearance. “And this must be one of the famous Green Day men” he held out his hand as his attention moved to me. I suddenly became nervous and I held my hand out to the very friendly man in front of me.

“Billie Joe, dear, his name is Billie Joe” a light suddenly illuminated the porch and I turned around to see a woman dressed up very neatly in a matching pink skirt suit.

“Mom, I’ve missed you so much” Marci grabbed the woman by the stomach and squeezed her tightly.

I missed that about my mom, how friendly she was with me every time I saw her and how she would give up on disciplining me as soon as I entered the house.

“Come on Billie Joe, let’s go in and get you settled” Marci’s father ushered us into the house where the light was even brighter.

Inside it was magnificent, the staircase was an open one situated on the large floor space, and it curved upwards to a large wooden balcony. The floor was carpeted in a rich red rug that poured into the open dining room where a selection of different plates and cutlery were set out into four different places.

The smell in the air was gorgeous, it was hard to tell what it was and I found myself licking my lips.

“You look like you have never been fed Billie Joe, is our Marci not feeding you enough?” Marci mom’s hands grabbed my arm and lead me up the stairs where Marci had begun to walk with her dad, her suitcase banging on each step.

“She treats us very well, much better than we expected any tour boss would do” her mother patted my arm much like Marci would have.

“Catherine, don’t you think it is sensible that Billie stays with Marci because I really don’t see the reason of making up another room” Marci’s dad shouted down the corridor towards Marci’s mom, as we approached the landing towards a purple room. She looked at me intrigued.

“Jack maybe you should give them their privacy after all they are just colleagues” she turned and winked at me like she knew we were something more than that and I bit my lip.

“Billie Joe, you don’t mind staying in Marci’s room do you?” Jack, Marci’s dad, appeared around the corner and looked at me concerned and I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing what I should actually say.

“He can bloody stay with me, we do stay on the same bus day in day out” Jack stuck his tongue out at Catherine as Marci appeared around the side of her dad looking horrified by her parents argument. “Are you bothered?” she asked me and I smiled at her embarrassment.

“No, not at all” Catherine loosened her hands around my arm as she guided me to Marci’s room.

It was a mass of purple and posters around the walls with a big bed in the middle of the room. Bookshelves lined the room and were stacked with old to new books, some of which began to spill onto the old dressing table situated next to the on-suit bathroom. The room was very dark due to the big curtains that hung around her bay window being closed.

“Ok then Billie, Marci, we’ll be downstairs and we’ll start serving up soon, ok?” Catherine smiled and closed the door behind her as she ushered her husband out of the room.

“You only did it to yourself” Marci turned to face me as my eyes wondered around the hotel like room and although it was dark, I could see her beautiful blue eyes. It was like déjà Vu from that not so innocent Saturday night back in Rodeo and I could feel my fingers tense at her touch.

“I know and I’m so glad I did” I grabbed her shoulders as she tossed her jacket onto the bed. She looked like I was stopping her from doing something important but the moment and situation we were in was far too uncanny for me to let slip again. I took a big intake of breath as I watched her eyes look for some sort of life in mine, which stared hopefully into hers.

“Are you ok?” she asked and she peered closer to my face, her eyes constantly fixed on my own. I gulped as I built myself up again, I didn’t have the same adrenaline of Woodstock but I was going for it anyways and after all, I did deserve something for getting beaten off her in the taxi cab.

She touched my arm lightly and I could feel my heart rate beat faster, it was now or never Billie Joe.

I brushed my lips on hers as I pulled her forward but before I could even advance further she pushed hard against my lips, taking my breath away as she ran her hands through my now blonde hair. I could feel her breath get deep as the kiss became even more passionate.
I placed my hand on her back and I felt the arch as it bent in towards me. I tried to lead her to the bed but our kiss was suddenly broken by the shout of Catherine downstairs.

“Marci Larci pudding and pie, dinner is being served” I could see her roll her eyes at her old little pep name and the weight of her hand on my hair was removed quickly as she patted down her yellow dress again.

“Good Luck Armstrong, You’re going to need it” she saluted me and I couldn’t help but laugh as she marched over to her door, pulling it open and reviling the bright yellow light in the hall.

“Who needs Good Luck, when I’ve got you” I said loud enough so she could hear me and she did a twirl before walking further out into the hall.
So far, so good.