I Liked it Better When They Were Young
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6:03pm
Having tea in my room. According to Mike, Billie likes lasagne, so we've saved him some for when he wakes up. Mike cleared his plate and put his knife and fork down.
"Right, I'm gonna hit the road." He said, standing up. I put my plate on my bedside table and came down to see him off at the door. He looked at me. "You sure you're gonna be ok? I mean, I can stay the night if you want..." I shook my head.
"Nah, there's no room. I'll be fine." He gave me a quick hug then headed down the path towards the car. I called him back. "Hey. Does this mean we get this next year?" He laughed.
"Try next week!" I grinned and he got into Dave's car and drove off. I went back inside. Dad was in the living room.
"Hey. Where's Mike?"
"He's gone home." I sat, closing the front door. "I'm gonna go upstairs, I've got tonnes of homework." I ran upstairs. I entered my room and locked the door. I did have some work to do, so I got it out. There was nothing else to do. I found myself crying a little bit. It was weird, but Billie lying there with me, totally unconscious, made me feel more lonely.
9:20pm
In a hot bubble bath. It's been a long day. Nobody's found out about Billie yet, touch wood, but now mom's home, so I have two people to fool. I decided to leave the sactuary of the bathroom. I got out of the bath and dried myself off. I threw my hair in a turban and put on my dressing gown. I sneaked into my room as quietly as I could. Billie was awake. He was trying to get out of my bed. He hadn't noticed me.
"Hey! Billie." He looked behind him at me and fell out of the bed. I ran to help him up. "Are you ok?"
He nodded, looking a bit bemused. I frowned. "Where were you going?"
"I... I have to the.... to the bathroom." He said weakly. He was still a little bit drunk.
"Ok." I said sighing, "Right, um. Come with me." I opened my door to check the coast was clear. Then I took Billie's hand and lead him to the bathroom. I waited outside. Suddenly, I heard my someone coming up the stairs. Without missing a beat, I opened the bathroom door and leaped inside. Billie was standing there, his boxers down by his legs. I turned around, so I was facing the door.
"Sophie?" I heard my dad calling me.
"I'm still in the bath!" I yelled, covering Billie's mouth to stop him from saying anything.
"Oh, ok!" I heard him going back down the stairs. I let go of Billie. He looked very confused.
"Why did you lie?" I sighed exasperatedly,
"Because nobody knows you're here and if they find out, I'm gonna be in major trouble, you're going to be in major trouble! So, you just have to be quiet, ok? Just HAVE TO." Billie nodded slyly and put a finger to his lips. I rolled my eyes and took him back through to my bedroom. "And pull up your pants!" I whispered irritably.
"Sorry!" Billie mumbled, doing as he was told. He got back into my bed, pulled the covers over himself and closed his eyes.
"How do you feel?" I asked, softening up a bit. He sighed.
"Oh, I've been better." I suddenly remembered the lasagne.
"Do you want something to eat?" He shook his head.
"Nah, I'll just throw it up." He rubbed his eyes, "God, my head is killing me."
"Do you want an aspirin? I have aspirin!" He thought about it, then he nodded.
"Ok. Thanks Soph." I ran downstairs. I walked quickly to the kitchen and raided the medicine cupboard. I found the aspirin. I shut the cupboard and started back upstairs.
"Sophie, why do you have aspirin?" My mom asked me.
"I have a bit of a headache. But it's ok, I'll just try and sleep it off." I relpied. I left them to it, whatever it was, and went back upstairs. I opened my door to see Billie. Sleeping under the covers, his hair over one eye.
1:30pm
Watching Friends with the headphones on. I can't sleep. The floor is so damn uncomfortable! Billie keeps muttering softly in his sleep. It doesn't bother me, though. I actually quite like it. If my dad snores in the slightest, I march straight through and wake him up. I have everything planed for the moring. My alarm will ring at quarter past five and I'll get changed and wake up Billie. Mike'll ring me from outside my door. My phones on vibrate, so it doesn't wake my parents. The name's Morgan. Sophie Morgan. Actually, I'm imitating Sean Connery, so it's more like, The namesh Morgan. Shophie Morgan.
Friday 2nd September 5:16am
Woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, with the headphones still on. I quickly turned in off. Billie just slept through it. I got up and put on my dressing gown. I tiptoed downstairs. Tarra saw me and wagged her tail sleepily. I put the kettle on and made a cup of coffee for Billie.I got a yogurt for myself. I sneaked back upstairs and put the coffee on my bedside table. The remains of the lasagne were still there, because I had locked the door last night to keep my parents out. I swept silently out of my room with a pair of jeans and a Fraggle Rock T-shirt. Once I was changed I tied my hair back and went back through. I saw Billie, sipping the cup of coffee I had mad him catiously.
"Hey! You're awake!" He moaned softly from inside the mug, his brow creased in pain. I laughed softly. "Oh..."
"Soph, how come my head hurts so bad?" He asked, a pained expression on his face. He obviously didn't remember anything about last night. I bit my lip.
"You know what? Mike can tell you that." Billie raised his eyebrows.
"Is he coming?"
"Yeah."
"When?" I checked my watch.
"In about half an hour. Here." I threw him his clothes. "Here, put these on." He caught them and got out of bed, making a beeline for the door. I quickly stopped him.
"No! In here, I'll leave." I left my room for a second. It was too risky for him to go traipsing 'round the house. After a little while, I heard Billie call me back in. He was fully dressed, looking a little confused.
"I take it this is your house?" I nodded.
"Mmhm."
"How did I get here?"
"Me and Mike drove you. In Dave's car?" He nodded. I suddenly felt myself vibrate. I got my phone out of my hoodie pocket.
"Hello?" I whispered. Mike answered.
"Soph, it's me. I'm outside, let me in!"
"Ok." I hung up and indicated for Billie to follow me. "Be as quiet as you can. I don't wanna wake my parents, they don't know you're here." He nodded and we tiptoed down the stairs. Tarra greeted us, quite quietly, it has to be said. She must have known something was going on. Billie petted her.
"Hey, I remember you!" He said, ruffling her ears. "I don't know how, but I do!" I opened the door and Mike beckoned us outside.
"Right, let's get you home. How're you feeling, man?"
"Medium." Said Billie. He looked at me and then at Mike. "And confused. I still don't really know what happened. All I have to go on is my memory, and that's a bit shady right now." Me and Mike exchanged glances.
"I'll fill you in on the way home." Mike said quickly. "Thanks for doing this Soph." I nodded. Mike gave Tarra a quick clap on the head and started walking home. Billie stayed where he was for a second, looking at me quizzically. Then he turned around and followed Mike who started talking to him. I sighed deeply and dragged Tarra back inside. Her tail banged against the door, making a loud knocking sound. I heard my dad grunt from upstairs and then he came to the landing in his dressing gown, his hair sticking up.
"What's all the noise?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
"Tarra needed out." I said coolly, closing the door. My dad eyed Tarra, who looked up at him innocently. He shrugged his shoulders and went back to bed. I came down to Tarra's level.
"Just for that, you can lie on my bed. OK?" She wagged her tail happily and lumbered up the stairs.
Having tea in my room. According to Mike, Billie likes lasagne, so we've saved him some for when he wakes up. Mike cleared his plate and put his knife and fork down.
"Right, I'm gonna hit the road." He said, standing up. I put my plate on my bedside table and came down to see him off at the door. He looked at me. "You sure you're gonna be ok? I mean, I can stay the night if you want..." I shook my head.
"Nah, there's no room. I'll be fine." He gave me a quick hug then headed down the path towards the car. I called him back. "Hey. Does this mean we get this next year?" He laughed.
"Try next week!" I grinned and he got into Dave's car and drove off. I went back inside. Dad was in the living room.
"Hey. Where's Mike?"
"He's gone home." I sat, closing the front door. "I'm gonna go upstairs, I've got tonnes of homework." I ran upstairs. I entered my room and locked the door. I did have some work to do, so I got it out. There was nothing else to do. I found myself crying a little bit. It was weird, but Billie lying there with me, totally unconscious, made me feel more lonely.
9:20pm
In a hot bubble bath. It's been a long day. Nobody's found out about Billie yet, touch wood, but now mom's home, so I have two people to fool. I decided to leave the sactuary of the bathroom. I got out of the bath and dried myself off. I threw my hair in a turban and put on my dressing gown. I sneaked into my room as quietly as I could. Billie was awake. He was trying to get out of my bed. He hadn't noticed me.
"Hey! Billie." He looked behind him at me and fell out of the bed. I ran to help him up. "Are you ok?"
He nodded, looking a bit bemused. I frowned. "Where were you going?"
"I... I have to the.... to the bathroom." He said weakly. He was still a little bit drunk.
"Ok." I said sighing, "Right, um. Come with me." I opened my door to check the coast was clear. Then I took Billie's hand and lead him to the bathroom. I waited outside. Suddenly, I heard my someone coming up the stairs. Without missing a beat, I opened the bathroom door and leaped inside. Billie was standing there, his boxers down by his legs. I turned around, so I was facing the door.
"Sophie?" I heard my dad calling me.
"I'm still in the bath!" I yelled, covering Billie's mouth to stop him from saying anything.
"Oh, ok!" I heard him going back down the stairs. I let go of Billie. He looked very confused.
"Why did you lie?" I sighed exasperatedly,
"Because nobody knows you're here and if they find out, I'm gonna be in major trouble, you're going to be in major trouble! So, you just have to be quiet, ok? Just HAVE TO." Billie nodded slyly and put a finger to his lips. I rolled my eyes and took him back through to my bedroom. "And pull up your pants!" I whispered irritably.
"Sorry!" Billie mumbled, doing as he was told. He got back into my bed, pulled the covers over himself and closed his eyes.
"How do you feel?" I asked, softening up a bit. He sighed.
"Oh, I've been better." I suddenly remembered the lasagne.
"Do you want something to eat?" He shook his head.
"Nah, I'll just throw it up." He rubbed his eyes, "God, my head is killing me."
"Do you want an aspirin? I have aspirin!" He thought about it, then he nodded.
"Ok. Thanks Soph." I ran downstairs. I walked quickly to the kitchen and raided the medicine cupboard. I found the aspirin. I shut the cupboard and started back upstairs.
"Sophie, why do you have aspirin?" My mom asked me.
"I have a bit of a headache. But it's ok, I'll just try and sleep it off." I relpied. I left them to it, whatever it was, and went back upstairs. I opened my door to see Billie. Sleeping under the covers, his hair over one eye.
1:30pm
Watching Friends with the headphones on. I can't sleep. The floor is so damn uncomfortable! Billie keeps muttering softly in his sleep. It doesn't bother me, though. I actually quite like it. If my dad snores in the slightest, I march straight through and wake him up. I have everything planed for the moring. My alarm will ring at quarter past five and I'll get changed and wake up Billie. Mike'll ring me from outside my door. My phones on vibrate, so it doesn't wake my parents. The name's Morgan. Sophie Morgan. Actually, I'm imitating Sean Connery, so it's more like, The namesh Morgan. Shophie Morgan.
Friday 2nd September 5:16am
Woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, with the headphones still on. I quickly turned in off. Billie just slept through it. I got up and put on my dressing gown. I tiptoed downstairs. Tarra saw me and wagged her tail sleepily. I put the kettle on and made a cup of coffee for Billie.I got a yogurt for myself. I sneaked back upstairs and put the coffee on my bedside table. The remains of the lasagne were still there, because I had locked the door last night to keep my parents out. I swept silently out of my room with a pair of jeans and a Fraggle Rock T-shirt. Once I was changed I tied my hair back and went back through. I saw Billie, sipping the cup of coffee I had mad him catiously.
"Hey! You're awake!" He moaned softly from inside the mug, his brow creased in pain. I laughed softly. "Oh..."
"Soph, how come my head hurts so bad?" He asked, a pained expression on his face. He obviously didn't remember anything about last night. I bit my lip.
"You know what? Mike can tell you that." Billie raised his eyebrows.
"Is he coming?"
"Yeah."
"When?" I checked my watch.
"In about half an hour. Here." I threw him his clothes. "Here, put these on." He caught them and got out of bed, making a beeline for the door. I quickly stopped him.
"No! In here, I'll leave." I left my room for a second. It was too risky for him to go traipsing 'round the house. After a little while, I heard Billie call me back in. He was fully dressed, looking a little confused.
"I take it this is your house?" I nodded.
"Mmhm."
"How did I get here?"
"Me and Mike drove you. In Dave's car?" He nodded. I suddenly felt myself vibrate. I got my phone out of my hoodie pocket.
"Hello?" I whispered. Mike answered.
"Soph, it's me. I'm outside, let me in!"
"Ok." I hung up and indicated for Billie to follow me. "Be as quiet as you can. I don't wanna wake my parents, they don't know you're here." He nodded and we tiptoed down the stairs. Tarra greeted us, quite quietly, it has to be said. She must have known something was going on. Billie petted her.
"Hey, I remember you!" He said, ruffling her ears. "I don't know how, but I do!" I opened the door and Mike beckoned us outside.
"Right, let's get you home. How're you feeling, man?"
"Medium." Said Billie. He looked at me and then at Mike. "And confused. I still don't really know what happened. All I have to go on is my memory, and that's a bit shady right now." Me and Mike exchanged glances.
"I'll fill you in on the way home." Mike said quickly. "Thanks for doing this Soph." I nodded. Mike gave Tarra a quick clap on the head and started walking home. Billie stayed where he was for a second, looking at me quizzically. Then he turned around and followed Mike who started talking to him. I sighed deeply and dragged Tarra back inside. Her tail banged against the door, making a loud knocking sound. I heard my dad grunt from upstairs and then he came to the landing in his dressing gown, his hair sticking up.
"What's all the noise?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
"Tarra needed out." I said coolly, closing the door. My dad eyed Tarra, who looked up at him innocently. He shrugged his shoulders and went back to bed. I came down to Tarra's level.
"Just for that, you can lie on my bed. OK?" She wagged her tail happily and lumbered up the stairs.