I Liked it Better When They Were Young
The other side of town
"Wait here a second, I'll be right back." I left him sitting on the bench and ran back to my house. I peeked through the window. Mom had switched the news over to Prison Break, surprise suprise! Obviously the orphans weren't as important as ogling Wentworth Miller. Seriously, what kind of name is Wentworth Miller?! Why couldn't his parents have named him something normal? Dad was reading, which I was rather releaved to see. I would have been slightly worried if HE'D been ogling Wenty... It wasn't like either of them would notice if I slipped away for ten minutes. I turned around and walked back to where Billie was waiting for me.
"Right, let's go." I said, hauling him up. "Let's make this quick, huh?" He nodded. "You'll have to direct me, I've never been to your house." He scoffed.
"Lucky you!" I rolled my eyes. He walked slightly in front on me. "I'll lead you, just.. keep a hold of me, ok?" He took my hand and we walked away from my neighbourhood to a dark alleyway. Billie indicated for me to wait and looked inside. "Right, come on." I walked through the alleyway with him. His pace quickened. I kept a good hold on his hand to stop him from going everywhere.
"Why did you check inside?" I asked him. He shivered, "Sometimes people wait for people from YOUR part of town to come through here." I frowned, slightly taken aback.
"Why?" He shrugged,
"Coz they're normally rich. And they don't put up much of a fight." I let my breath out slowly,
"Muggers?" He nodded.
"Come on." He took my hand again and we walked a little further. I could vaguely remember Tre mentioning this part of town. We used to dare each other to run through the alleyway when we were kids. But neither of us ever found the guts to do it. But here I was now, stroling along casually with Billie. I looked around my surroundings. There was a bunch of lads kicking about by a bus stop. Billie obviously knew them.
"Hey, Two Dollar Bill!" One said, blowing smoke in Billie's direction. Billie laughed, flipped him the finger and walked on with me. A couple of them wolf whistled me. Billie stopped in his tracks.
"Oi!" He said, laughing as he said it. They laughed.
"She yours, Bill?"
"She's no ones." Billie said shortly, "But you can't have her." They shrugged and walked off into darkness. Billie looked at me,
"Sorry, I'm guessing you're not used to that sort of thing..."
"It's fine" I said grinning, "Nice to know I'm appretiated!" He laughed, "Oh yeah, why can't they have me?" I asked curiously. He sneered,
"Because you're way too good for them." I shrugged, smiling. He dragged me further through the darkened streets. We passed a man, sprawled on the ground. He was obviously a heroin addict. There were needle marks all up his arms. He grabbed hold of my leg, muttering something I couldn't quite make out. Billie shoved him off me.
"Get off her!" He snapped. The man slumped to the ground, moaning. It was like he was possesed. I shivered. Billie squeezed my hand. "Don't worry. I'll protect you." I laughed.
"Really? Who's holding who up Billie?" He snorted at my remark and pulled on my hand. I looked at the builings. Most of them were covered in graffiti of all colours. One piece in particular caught my eye.
"Err, Billie?" He turned around,
"Yeah?" I dragged him over to the wall. Scawled across it was, "BJ was here." In red and black writing. He ran a hand through his hair, smiling sheepishly.
"Yeah, well, I was.." I shook my head at him, smiling. "Come on." He pulled on my hand again and we walked a little further. He came to a halt by a little complex of houses.
"Now... is this my street?" I sighed,
"Billie, if you've gotten us lost..."
"Look, it's dark and I'm drunk! You do the math..." He looked around again, squinting. Then he pointed triumphantly, "Ah, there's my house!" He smiled, nudging me. "See? I DID find it."
"Oh well done, genius." I said sarcastically. "You found your own house!" He tugged my cheek gently,
"Don't get all sarcy on me!" We walked up to a two story semi that he claimed was his house. Billie knocked on the door unsurely, just to check. It was soon answered by a woman. She looked in her twenties. She had blond hair, that was clearly dyed as you could see her dark roots. But they suited her. She must be the only person alive who suited their roots. Her eyes were green, like Billie's, but they were a lot more brown than his. They were the kind of eyes you could argue about the true colour of. She was shaped very much like a boy, skinny and wiry looking and she had very thin eyebrows. They arched like spiders legs as she looked at the drunken boy on her doorstep. When she spoke, her voice was clear and deep.
"Billie Joe, where the fuck have you been this time?"
"Right, let's go." I said, hauling him up. "Let's make this quick, huh?" He nodded. "You'll have to direct me, I've never been to your house." He scoffed.
"Lucky you!" I rolled my eyes. He walked slightly in front on me. "I'll lead you, just.. keep a hold of me, ok?" He took my hand and we walked away from my neighbourhood to a dark alleyway. Billie indicated for me to wait and looked inside. "Right, come on." I walked through the alleyway with him. His pace quickened. I kept a good hold on his hand to stop him from going everywhere.
"Why did you check inside?" I asked him. He shivered, "Sometimes people wait for people from YOUR part of town to come through here." I frowned, slightly taken aback.
"Why?" He shrugged,
"Coz they're normally rich. And they don't put up much of a fight." I let my breath out slowly,
"Muggers?" He nodded.
"Come on." He took my hand again and we walked a little further. I could vaguely remember Tre mentioning this part of town. We used to dare each other to run through the alleyway when we were kids. But neither of us ever found the guts to do it. But here I was now, stroling along casually with Billie. I looked around my surroundings. There was a bunch of lads kicking about by a bus stop. Billie obviously knew them.
"Hey, Two Dollar Bill!" One said, blowing smoke in Billie's direction. Billie laughed, flipped him the finger and walked on with me. A couple of them wolf whistled me. Billie stopped in his tracks.
"Oi!" He said, laughing as he said it. They laughed.
"She yours, Bill?"
"She's no ones." Billie said shortly, "But you can't have her." They shrugged and walked off into darkness. Billie looked at me,
"Sorry, I'm guessing you're not used to that sort of thing..."
"It's fine" I said grinning, "Nice to know I'm appretiated!" He laughed, "Oh yeah, why can't they have me?" I asked curiously. He sneered,
"Because you're way too good for them." I shrugged, smiling. He dragged me further through the darkened streets. We passed a man, sprawled on the ground. He was obviously a heroin addict. There were needle marks all up his arms. He grabbed hold of my leg, muttering something I couldn't quite make out. Billie shoved him off me.
"Get off her!" He snapped. The man slumped to the ground, moaning. It was like he was possesed. I shivered. Billie squeezed my hand. "Don't worry. I'll protect you." I laughed.
"Really? Who's holding who up Billie?" He snorted at my remark and pulled on my hand. I looked at the builings. Most of them were covered in graffiti of all colours. One piece in particular caught my eye.
"Err, Billie?" He turned around,
"Yeah?" I dragged him over to the wall. Scawled across it was, "BJ was here." In red and black writing. He ran a hand through his hair, smiling sheepishly.
"Yeah, well, I was.." I shook my head at him, smiling. "Come on." He pulled on my hand again and we walked a little further. He came to a halt by a little complex of houses.
"Now... is this my street?" I sighed,
"Billie, if you've gotten us lost..."
"Look, it's dark and I'm drunk! You do the math..." He looked around again, squinting. Then he pointed triumphantly, "Ah, there's my house!" He smiled, nudging me. "See? I DID find it."
"Oh well done, genius." I said sarcastically. "You found your own house!" He tugged my cheek gently,
"Don't get all sarcy on me!" We walked up to a two story semi that he claimed was his house. Billie knocked on the door unsurely, just to check. It was soon answered by a woman. She looked in her twenties. She had blond hair, that was clearly dyed as you could see her dark roots. But they suited her. She must be the only person alive who suited their roots. Her eyes were green, like Billie's, but they were a lot more brown than his. They were the kind of eyes you could argue about the true colour of. She was shaped very much like a boy, skinny and wiry looking and she had very thin eyebrows. They arched like spiders legs as she looked at the drunken boy on her doorstep. When she spoke, her voice was clear and deep.
"Billie Joe, where the fuck have you been this time?"