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She's a rebel	By : extraordinarygirl Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 2529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Yep I messed up and missed out a chapter by accident and thats why it didn't make sense. Sorry! Here's the correct chapter four...

It took a moment for Tallie to realise that Billie’s hands were no longer touching her. He sat back down on the bed with a strange half smirk, half smile on his face. She stood in silence for a moment, trying to work out what was going on in his head but he gave nothing away.

“Have you calmed down now?” He asked quietly, still keeping eye contact. Tallie felt a little unnerved, she tugged at the hemline of her skirt to pull it further down her legs.

“Maybe, maybe not.” She snapped, bending down to grab a handful of screwed up paper from the carpet. Looking up she realised he was still staring at her.

“What!!”

“Nothing.” He shrugged, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and pausing to light one.

“I have to get changed.” Tallie muttered, realising how short the skirt was, considering she was standing in front of a guy she didn’t really know. Billie watched her scuttle away towards the bathroom, grabbing a handful of clothes from the floor on the way.
“Just give me a minute, there should be some beer in the fridge..help yourself.” She added, trying to think of some reason to get him to stay until she had got changed. Somehow it felt more natural, more real and more like herself to be dressed in her normal everyday clothes. After all, this get up had only been for Jamie’s benefit. Tallie locked the bathroom door and tugged down the skirt and the stockings. Who am I kidding, she thought, Jamie hates me, he would never fall for this stuff. She threw the bundle of clothing into the corner, where it belonged. Pulling on the grubby jeans and tshirt from the pile of clothes in the corner she glanced into the mirror. The dark haired, scowling, angry girl stared back at her. The flicker of sadness still in her eyes. Is that really me? Tallie ran a finger nail over her reflection. She took a moment to think over what had just happened, ok her boyfriend had dumped her and that sucked, but now a very attractive guy had touched her up and she hadn’t slapped him. That would be a first, Tallie was not one to endure a second of physical contact unless she had been the one to initiate it, so why had this time been different? Closing her eyes she ran a hand over her thigh , trying to recreate the feeling of his touch against her skin.

Billie lay back on the bed, trying to work out what the pattern might actually be on the duvet cover. It looked like purple blobs but maybe it was flowers...damn his trying to get the image of Tallie in that skirt out of his head. Why had she worn that skirt, and now why the hell was she changing out of the thing? In an air of disappointment Billie took a chance to glance around the room. Although it was quite a large room there was a distinct lack of furniture. Apart from the bed, bedside table and a few shelves in the corner it was pretty empty. Picking up the framed photo beside the bed, Billie wiped the dust from the frame. It was a photograph of a young dark haired woman, her hair lay in long thick waves around her shoulders and she held a young child with similar dark hair. The child grinned a toothy six year old smile while the mother looked distant,almost sad. Hearing noises from the bathroom he replaced the picture and jumped down from the bed to get a beer. On opening the fridge he came upon another surprise, but not a good one. Apart from the cans and the bottles of Reef the fridge looked empty until he noticed the thing.

“Did you find em?” Tallie called from the doorway. Billie looked up to see her stood with her arms crossed. The skirt had been replaced by jeans and her hair fell messily around her face.

“Er yeah, I found the beer but what the hell is this? I mean are you growing penicillin or something?”
Tallie sighed and glanced casually at the saucer with the green globule in it that Billie held out as far as possible.

“How am I supposed to know what it is...I think it is probably one of Tink’s leftovers that I forget about.” Tallie shrugged, grabbing at the spaghetti gum and shoving another handful into her mouth,

“Who’s Tink?”

“My cat, he only comes home in the afternoons so I guess most the time he’s out catching his own dinner. I like to make him something though.”

“I think if you feed him this, he’ll die.” Billie replied, tipping the green mystery item into the bin and pushing the saucer into the ever growing pile of dirty dishes beside the sink. “..and you live here alone?”

“Yes, why?” Tallie snapped, taking a reef and scowling again.

“I was just wondering, I mean this place has enough mess for at least four people.”

“I’ve been busy, and if you haven’t already noticed I don’t have all that much room in here for all my stuff. ”

Tallie flopped down on the bed, she was feeling decidedly prickly right now. It wasn’t easy living in such a small space, and maybe it was a mess but that wasn’t any of his business. She opened her mouth to tell him as much, but stopped before the words could leave her mouth as he sat down on the bed beside her.

“Who’s this? that’s if you don’t mind me asking...” Billie asked, holding out the framed photo.

“That...” Tallie ran a finger over the picture. “Is my mother , it’s the only picture of her that I have.” why did he have to mention that, the picture had sat on her bedside table in every place she had lived or stayed at. A memento to glance at as she passed, and to forget to dust. The silver frame was still cold to the touch as she gently took it from him, her hot fingers chilling until hey were just as cold. Billie wasn’t sure of what to say, she looked like she was either going to cry or have one of those outbursts again and he wasn’t sure he could cope with another one of those. He felt glad when Tallie was the one to break the silence.

“That’s me, in the photo. I was six or seven...I can’t exactly remember now. We were in the garden, I lost my front tooth...” She paused for a moment in thought and then replaced the picture on the bedside table. “I have to tidy this shit up.” She announced after a while, changing the subject. Wading through the junk, she swept her hands through to scrape it into some sort of pile.
“Ow!” She jumped back, gripping her hand and bending over in pain.

“What’s wrong?” Billie asked, coming up behind her.

“Nothing, I’m fine. It’s just a stupid piece of glass that got me.”
Tallie made a face as Billie took her hand and held it firmly so that she could not pull away.

“It doesn’t look like nothing, you got a first aid kit or anything? It’s cut pretty deep.”

“It’s in the kitchen, under the sink, but I’m sure it’s not really that bad...”
A moment later he returned with the first aid box, what had once been an ice cream tub but now had a useful alternative.

“Will you hold still for fucks sake..” A thin shard of glass had embedded itself underneath her middle finger, it was so fine that it could hardly be seen.
“You’re hurting me!” Tallie shouted back, trying to pull her hand away.

“There’s glass in it, d’you want me to get it out or not?”

“Yes but don’t be so fucking rough...”

“I’m not being rough, I’m trying to get hold of the damn thing.”

Ten minutes later the glass was out and Tallie sat rapidly smoking a cigarette with one hand whilst Billie attempted to stick a dressing over the cut which, without the glass was about an inch long.

“Ow, fucking hell!”

“Shuttup, you make such a fuss out of the slightest thing. It’s done now anyway.” She grabbed her hand back and took a look at it, at least it had stopped bleeding now. She threw a glance at Billie who by now was sat beside her.

“Thanks.”

“What was that? Oh my god you actually said thanks, this has got to be a first! Now hows your hand?”

“Ok.” Tallie muttered, looking away again.

“Good, because I have to go.”

“What? ...I mean why don’t you stay a bit longer. I’ve loads more beer.”

“I know, you don’t have much else in that fridge.” Billie replied, dropping her arm and jumping down from the bed. Tallie looked up at him, feeling slightly disappointed. He had come into her apartment, acted as if he liked her and now he was leaving. It didn’t add up, men didn’t work like that...or did they?

“So do I get to see you again?”

“Yeah, tomorrow at the hangar. I wouldn’t trust anyone else to blow things up.” He grinned, opening the door.

“Oh yeah, tomorrow..” Tallie remembered, she was hoping that he might want to see her again in an out of work context but it didn’t seem to be working out that way.

“Is this Stink? He wants to come in.”

“Yes and it’s Tink, not Stink!” Tallie bellowed back, making the dog from downstairs bark.

“And tomorrow... don’t be late.!” He called from down the stairs. Tallie stood at the doorway and watched him leave, feeling more frustrated than ever. Why hadn’t she thrown him out like she would have any other guy? Closing the door she took a downward glance at the heaps of rubbish all over the floor and sighed, it was going to be one long night of tidying up.
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