Do You Still Love Me
Bill's version of the story
Bill's POV
"Kay, I'm going to go and hang out with Georg, see ya in a bit." Tom said putting on his hat.
"And I'm going to go to the doctor." Emma says. I didn't know it was already time for her doctor stuff.
"Already?" I ask.
"Well I want to make sure for real that I am preggers." She giggles.
"Let's hope not." Tom says. She turns around and slaps his face. "WHAT DID I DO!?"
"You have no comment in this!" She screams at the top of her lungs. I laugh. Seeing Tom look so helpless is funny. Plus Emma is a girl. Tom races out the door and drives away.
"I have to stay here and do some studio work." I say pulling her into a hug with my hands on her waist.
"Aw, fine. I'll see you later babe." She says. I kiss her nose. She giggles and gets out the door. I wave good bye from the window and she waves back.
I go down to the studio and sit in the rollie chair. Ok, so I run around screaming pushing myself around on the rollie chair. Then I did studio shit. It was hard to concentrate with that wheelie chair staring at me, saying 'PLAY! PLAY! PLAY BILLY PLAY!'
I roll the chair over into a closet. But I can still hear it screaming play. I try to ignore it, but it gets louder. Ok, so maybe it's just me screaming 'play' instead of working. So of course I go and get the chair and wheel myself around again. Fun, fun. I probably spend a little over an hour wheeling around and every so often I worked. The door bell rang. Maybe Emma or Tom forgot their key. I sprint up the stairs. I open the door. It isn't Emma or Tom. It takes a few seconds to recognize her.
"Lilly? What are you doing here?" I ask. Lilly's long blond hair drapes over her shoulders. She glides her finger around my chest.
"You want me. You know it." She takes a step forward. I take a step back. "Where is she?"
"Who?" I ask taking another step back.
"That slut. Emma." She bitches. But then her voice becomes seductive again. "Is she here?"
"No...she is....gone..." I gulp. She smiles trying to get as close to me as possible. I walk back, faster now. Her chunky, clunky high heal shoes clack as they step on my bare foot. "Ow."
"Oh, poor Billy." She says like a baby. I bump into the table and she leans on top of me. I try to push her back but she moves so I would accidental grab a bad place. So I don't try to push her. She breaths on my neck. I shiver. She leans in more. I try to get my head back as far as I can, keeping my lips sealed shut. But she some how ends up pressing her lips against mine.
"Ahh, stop." I try to say but it comes out as, 'Mmmhh, mmop." But she continues to lick around my lips. I struggle to get her off, but she grabs my arms. I hear the door knob rattle. It opens. Lilly loosens her grip and I manage to push her off me. He turns her head. I can't see over her poofy hair so I have to crane my neck over. Fuck, it's Emma. Her face turns red and her eyes water up and I can see grip tighten around her keys.
Lilly gets all the way off me and walks over to Emma.
"Emma, please, it's not what you think it is." I say. But her attention goes to Lilly who is whispering to her. I don't know how much she heard. Lilly smirks at Emma and struts back to me.
"Bill, I never want to see you again!" Emma screams. She slams the door and I hear her car zoom outta the drive way.
"LILLY! WHAT THE HELL!" I scream. She looks taken a back. Her mouth goes to a fake shock. Like the look on someones face when they enter their surprise party and they already knew about it but they still try to look shocked. Lilly's hand goes over her heart.
"What did I do." She says.
"You came here!" I shout. She walks slowly up to me. I madly push the table back a little bit.
"Oh, come on. It was a small, little kiss. She'll get over it." Lilly says trying to hug me. I push her and she falls to the ground. Her eyes widen.
"No, she won't! You are a BITCH! A slut. A whore!" I shout. I feel like a teenage girl in a cliche. "GET OUT!"
"Why, Bill. Please, I didn't mean too." She crawls back.
"Yea! You did." I scream. She stands up and raises her hand to smack me. I grab her wrist tightly.
"Ow, ow, ow." She says shrinking with pain. I let go and shove her over to the door. I slam it behind her. I scream as I walk to the living room. I kick the chair and it tips over. I plop down on the couch. Anger rages inside of me, but it changes to sadness. My eyes water and they start to fall.
"Kay, I'm going to go and hang out with Georg, see ya in a bit." Tom said putting on his hat.
"And I'm going to go to the doctor." Emma says. I didn't know it was already time for her doctor stuff.
"Already?" I ask.
"Well I want to make sure for real that I am preggers." She giggles.
"Let's hope not." Tom says. She turns around and slaps his face. "WHAT DID I DO!?"
"You have no comment in this!" She screams at the top of her lungs. I laugh. Seeing Tom look so helpless is funny. Plus Emma is a girl. Tom races out the door and drives away.
"I have to stay here and do some studio work." I say pulling her into a hug with my hands on her waist.
"Aw, fine. I'll see you later babe." She says. I kiss her nose. She giggles and gets out the door. I wave good bye from the window and she waves back.
I go down to the studio and sit in the rollie chair. Ok, so I run around screaming pushing myself around on the rollie chair. Then I did studio shit. It was hard to concentrate with that wheelie chair staring at me, saying 'PLAY! PLAY! PLAY BILLY PLAY!'
I roll the chair over into a closet. But I can still hear it screaming play. I try to ignore it, but it gets louder. Ok, so maybe it's just me screaming 'play' instead of working. So of course I go and get the chair and wheel myself around again. Fun, fun. I probably spend a little over an hour wheeling around and every so often I worked. The door bell rang. Maybe Emma or Tom forgot their key. I sprint up the stairs. I open the door. It isn't Emma or Tom. It takes a few seconds to recognize her.
"Lilly? What are you doing here?" I ask. Lilly's long blond hair drapes over her shoulders. She glides her finger around my chest.
"You want me. You know it." She takes a step forward. I take a step back. "Where is she?"
"Who?" I ask taking another step back.
"That slut. Emma." She bitches. But then her voice becomes seductive again. "Is she here?"
"No...she is....gone..." I gulp. She smiles trying to get as close to me as possible. I walk back, faster now. Her chunky, clunky high heal shoes clack as they step on my bare foot. "Ow."
"Oh, poor Billy." She says like a baby. I bump into the table and she leans on top of me. I try to push her back but she moves so I would accidental grab a bad place. So I don't try to push her. She breaths on my neck. I shiver. She leans in more. I try to get my head back as far as I can, keeping my lips sealed shut. But she some how ends up pressing her lips against mine.
"Ahh, stop." I try to say but it comes out as, 'Mmmhh, mmop." But she continues to lick around my lips. I struggle to get her off, but she grabs my arms. I hear the door knob rattle. It opens. Lilly loosens her grip and I manage to push her off me. He turns her head. I can't see over her poofy hair so I have to crane my neck over. Fuck, it's Emma. Her face turns red and her eyes water up and I can see grip tighten around her keys.
Lilly gets all the way off me and walks over to Emma.
"Emma, please, it's not what you think it is." I say. But her attention goes to Lilly who is whispering to her. I don't know how much she heard. Lilly smirks at Emma and struts back to me.
"Bill, I never want to see you again!" Emma screams. She slams the door and I hear her car zoom outta the drive way.
"LILLY! WHAT THE HELL!" I scream. She looks taken a back. Her mouth goes to a fake shock. Like the look on someones face when they enter their surprise party and they already knew about it but they still try to look shocked. Lilly's hand goes over her heart.
"What did I do." She says.
"You came here!" I shout. She walks slowly up to me. I madly push the table back a little bit.
"Oh, come on. It was a small, little kiss. She'll get over it." Lilly says trying to hug me. I push her and she falls to the ground. Her eyes widen.
"No, she won't! You are a BITCH! A slut. A whore!" I shout. I feel like a teenage girl in a cliche. "GET OUT!"
"Why, Bill. Please, I didn't mean too." She crawls back.
"Yea! You did." I scream. She stands up and raises her hand to smack me. I grab her wrist tightly.
"Ow, ow, ow." She says shrinking with pain. I let go and shove her over to the door. I slam it behind her. I scream as I walk to the living room. I kick the chair and it tips over. I plop down on the couch. Anger rages inside of me, but it changes to sadness. My eyes water and they start to fall.