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The groaning, griping noise was keeping him awake. How could anyone sleep through that? It screamed and wailed in protest and surely must of awoken the whole building up. Because seriously, who got up at 5:45AM anyway? People who wanted to ruin other people's precious sleep that's who.
And how long did it take to have a shower anyway? When Billy had a shower he'd get in, bish bash bosh, and he'd be out within five minutes, ten if it had been an extremely long day. But this person had been in there for over twenty-five minutes; what the fuck could they do in there for that long?
The pipes of the showers shrieked and Billy threw his head under his pillow. He didn't want to kick off, but he was gonna if the shrill noise from the rusty old pipes didn't stop in ten seconds. He counted slowly in his head.
One.
How could the slut he had spent his night with sleep through that infuriating noise? She lay on her stomach, her claret hair matted on top of her head.
Two.
Why would any sane person be up at this time? Billy had only been home for the last four hours, and he had only been to sleep for twenty minutes before the angry noise awoke him.
Three.
He was really getting mad now.
Four.
How the fuck could someone take so long? What were they doing? Curling their fucking pubes.
Five.
Billy shot an angry glare at, Lilly? No Lauren, or was it Katie? At the girl next to him when she let out a long sigh in her sleep. Fucking Bitch.
Six.
He was going to personally going to chop Joe's balls off so that he couldn't take so long washing them when he got out of there.
Seven.
His hand subconsciously edged towards the nightstand where his gun was placed.
Eight.
He was seriously fucked off now.
Nine.
And now he was going to kill somebody.
But, the infuriating annoying screeching sound that came out of the old pipes stopped and he, whilst still aggravated, slammed his eyes closed.
Just as his he began to doze off again, his eyes ripped open. "What the fuck do you think your doing?!" A new kind of screeching entered his ears.
He got up quickly and stormed out of his bedroom, and into the messy living room where Joe stood dumbfounded, still half asleep, and Kat, who's soaking hair fell down her shoulders, and had a towel wrapped around her was staring at him wide eyed.
"Have you ever heard of a thing called knocking?! Jesus."
Kat didn't notice Billy standing there with an irate expression across his face.
"Some of us have been fuckin' workin' all fuckin' night." Billy hadn't been working since ten PM the previous night, Jamie had covered his shift, he had been drinking all night really, but a slight exaggeration and aggression never hurt anyone really.
Both Kat and Joe stood looking at Billy; Joe's eyes were half shut; Kat bit her lip anxiously.
"Now what was all the yellin' about?" Billy asked sternly. He didn't want to chew Kat's ass too much over the yelling, she had only been there two days and for most of that she stayed in her room claiming she had a lot of work to do. But Billy really knew she had been listening to music on her ipod, feeling too awkward to come out for an extended period of time. He still hadn't even had a chance to talk to her about rules and shit.
He had never been strict with Joe but he had enforced some rules upon him. Shit, if he didn't Bones certainly wouldn't. The rules Billy gave Joe were basic common sense, something Billy thought Joe seriously lacked. The rules Billy gave Joe were things like 'stay out of other gangs territories' and 'never promise someone you can get them shit'. Billy definitely had a different set of rules for Kat in mind.
"I was getting out of the shower and he walked in on me," Kat's voice was quiet, nothing like the high screech she had thrown at Joe.
Joe turned to Billy looking slightly alarmed. "Dude, I didn't see anything."
Billy rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Joe, ya need to learn how to knock, Kat why the fuck were ya taking a shower so early?"
"I got practice before school," her voice was still low.
Joe scoffed. "Are ya a fuckin' cheerleader or something?"
Kat's eyes narrowed and she was about to yell when she realised Billy was still standing there and the mound of sheets on the couch. She didn't want to give Joe a hard time; he had given her his room after all.
"No, im-" she was cut off.
"It doesn't fuckin matter. Kat don't take a shower that early again it fuckin' keeps the building up, Joe fuckin' knock." He turned around leaving his two younger siblings behind him before stopping and turning back. "Kat ya coming straight home after school?" she nodded warily. "Good I need to speak to ya."
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Joe lounged lazily on the couch flicking aimlessly through the channels of the TV set. Day time TV really was lame. All that seemed to be on was chat shows, fitness programmes and more chat shows.
After watching a woman tell her life-fucking story and confess every wrong, she had done in her life before having a DNA test done on her two year old son to find out which one of her lovers was his daddy on a lame ass chat show, Joe got fed up and switched the TV off.
He flung himself back into the uncomfortable sofa and tried to get comfortable. It was an impossible task.
If only he could go and sleep in his bed. Sure, his bed wasn't the most comfortable but it was good enough, and over the years, his shape had been moulded into it. It was his bed. The dents and stains said so.
But it wasn't his bed anymore. No, it was hers. Billy had just fucking given her his bed and room on a fucking plate and he was stuck out on the couch now. Where was the justice? His shit was all put away in a closet in the living room whilst she did whatever she wanted to his room. He'd seen her taking all her shit in over the weekend, with that hot smirk on her face.
He had been eyeballing her when he had first seen her smirking like that, but then the next day he'd seen her doing it whilst Billy did the same smirk too. It creped him the fuck out then.
When Kat had first told Joe to get her bags he was already angry about Billy telling him he was moving onto the couch, so he had angrily stormed out and gone to stay with a friend.
That friend had been Bodie; and after two nights of staying with Bodie, you'd take an uncomfortable springy couch over a place at his. Joe didn't know what Bodie was packing, but it made his missus scream like a bitch.
So Joe had reluctantly returned back to Billy's apartment on the Sunday, and found himself having a night of lame attempts to go to sleep… he only managed to get half asleep the whole night and now he felt physically exhausted.
If Kat was going to be there for a year, Joe had to think about getting his own place. He couldn't stay on the couch for a year.
Without thinking, Joe was striding across the white walled living room in his boxers until he was standing outside his old bedroom. He gently pushed on the door so that it creaked open.
He was horrified at what he saw.
His bed was covered in a baby pink throw over with pink and white scatter cushions thrown on top. His creaky wooden floor had a white fluffy rug placed in the middle, and all the posters of naked chicks had been taken down and had been replaced by a woman in a skintight leotard thing and a guy in tights holding her waist and both had a leg each extended out, and both wore ballet shoes.
His brows furrowed together when he saw a mirror had been placed on the wall and had dozens of photographs stuck around it.
Joe slowly moved into the room, his feet cold against the floor, which he hadn't seen properly due to clothes on his floor in years, and made his way over to the photographs.
Most of the photographs were of Kat and a boy with short sandy blond hair that swept dramatically across his face, he clearly spent a lot of time on it. There were plenty of other photographs of Kat wither her friends, at party's, going clubbing, and a few of a group of about twelve on the beach late at night. Kat had her legs wrapped around a guy with black hair's waist.
Then amongst the photo's that documented Kat's teenage years with her friends were pictures of her as a much younger child. Her sunny blonde hair was in pigtails and her six-year-old self was sat upon a short man with brown hair's lap. He had glasses and gazed down at his daughter lovingly. There was another one of Kat, her father, and a blonde woman who Joe had seen in a photograph Billy kept; she must have been their mother. And then Joe saw a picture he didn't expect to see, Kat was about seven and she stood opposite a teenage Billy who's unruly light brown hair stuck up in all positions, Joe realised they were throwing a ball back and forth; the ball was flying through the air in the photograph.
After staring at the photos for a long while, Joe moved across the room towards the keyboard that was placed at the end of the bed. He ran his hands along they keys -
"I'll own a piano one day," a sweet voice came from behind him.
Joe spun around quickly to find Kat standing there smiling.
He felt totally awkward; she had just caught him snooping around her shit.
"I don't mind that you came in here," Kat said noticing how Joe began to flick his thumb with his finger- it looked like a nervous thing.
She did mind. She minded a lot. But again, she didn't want to give Joe a hard time. This was his room after all.
Joe flicked his thumb again. He couldn't believe she had caught him, now he looked like some creepy dude who was planning on sniffing her underwear or something. Slowly he nodded towards the photographs. "Where are ya' with your friends?" he nodded to the picture of her with the twelve other people. He was expecting a lake where people went and camped about thirty miles out of Boston.
"Miami, we went for spring break," she smiled happily.
Huh, spring break. She had gone to Miami with friends for spring break. She was the type of girl that Joe hated. Had everything handed to her on a fucking crystal encrusted platter. Why Billy hadn't gone and lived with his mother astounded Joe. He'd have given a lot to of gone to fucking Miami with his friends. It was just a shame that his dad dont give a shit and his mom was a crack whore. He didn't think they'd be putting their money together anytime soon so he could go to Miami with his friends.
"Right, obviously." Joe said curtly. "So how many of those guys in the picture did you screw?" He knew Billy would be pissed if he found out that he'd spoken like that to Kat. But the way she said it so causally, as if everyone got spring breaks in Miami, shit she probably went skiing in the French Alps over Christmas.
She probably had a hefty savings account that she could access when she turned eighteen, then she could continue with her hot sunny beach trips, and her Christmas in the Alps, Joe thought to himself.
He wondered why Billy hadn't been given a chunky savings account when his old gul had popped her clogs. Hmm? Maybe she weren't that great after all. Or rather she weren't that great to her first-born.
"Excuse me?!" Kat spat angrily at Joe, her golden eyebrows scrunched together.
Joe was glad he had got a reaction. "I'll take that as at least half." her mouth was ajar. "What? You look like the type." Joe said before walking out feeling slightly better about himself, and quite jolly.
Kat stood there in complete and utter disbelief. She was being polite to him, when really she wanted to yell at him for going in her new bedroom. But she hadn't, she'd stayed calm and he had said that.
That was it, she did not care that she had taken his room; if he were not going to treat her with respect she certainly was not going to bother trying to be nice to him.
