xX… wow, one review on the last chapter. I feel special, but since I like this story, I shall continue it! I've only decided to add a song, when the story line needs one, and for this chapter it doesn't! …xX
Katie Brown pulls her jacket closer to her shivering body as she knocks twice on Summer's large, wooden door.
Summer herself opens the door, grins at Katie and pulls her inside. The house is heated perfectly and Katie immediately dumps her wet jacket on Summer's sofa as she cringes. Holding Katie by the hand they walk down into the basement, where her uncle Dewey is.
"Eh! Katie!" her boyfriend calls to her. She smiles at him and leaves Summer.
"Hey, Zack," Katie says, as he gently hugs her. She hugs him back.
"Saw, you with that poof, why you hanging with poofs?" Zack inquires. Katie's face slowly turns to a frown.
"You gotta problem with that, eh Zack?" Katie retorts quickly, leaving Zack and going over to the punch table. She's heard of Dewey, and he's not as glamorous as Summer makes him out to be.
He exploded onto the scene in the late 80's, had one hit and has been fading ever since. Katie looks over her shoulder; her boyfriend is talking with his best friend, Frederick. Katie pretends to take some punch, pretends to drink it and surveys the room. No one interesting.
After enduring an hour or so of the torture, Katie waves to Summer, bolts up the stairs and leaves, out into the cold.
Who ever told you that these were the days of our lives!?
The good boys they crumble, the wicked ones thrive and survive.
Slowly, Billy Elliot lifts his face from the snow. He's freezing, dried blood splattered all across his red (from the cold) face. Limply, he gets up and tries to rub the dried blood from his face, but he's interrupted by a voice on the roof.
"Oi! Dancin Boy!"
Billy looks up, it's Michael. Michael stands on the flat roof of his house and as soon as he sees Billy, he cringes.
"Wha happened, man!?" Michael screams from the roof.
"Naught, got picked on by some pricks," Billy says, trying to look cool and o.k.
"Na, I know you betta than you think, Billy Elliot! Cum on up here!" Michael yells. Obliging, and happy to be gone from the bloody Christmas Tree, Billy jogs to Michaels house, jumps on the lower window frame and pulls himself up to the roof.
"Hey, Michael, didn't see ya last night!" Billy says, shaking his old friends hand.
"Na, me dad didn't go, trying to get a job in America, how 'bout that! I'll be livin' in some posh house near a skyscraper!" Michael says. Billy scoffs,
"Eh, get over it, Mike, you know ya dad's just holding out 'till he has to go back, you seen Debbie!? Billy changes the topic.
"No, but I saw you with that girl, over by the drugstore, wha's her name?"
"Jesus Fuck! Did everyone see us, who didn't?!"
"Oi, watch it, is she ya girlfriend!? Never seen her around."
"Naw, she thinks I'm a right poof, she does. Though she's really pretty. And right, nice, she is!" Billy looks up at the sun and squints.
"I think she's in the other class, she's dating some rich guys' son, Mayor maybe." Michael says, stroking his chin, "Brown hair, shaggy, trying to be all "Who".
"Think I've seen him before," Billy says, rubbing some more dried blood off his face.
"How long you in town for, Billy?" Michael inquires, breaking the silence.
"Eh, another week or so, I think," Billy says,
"I got rehearsals for me first show starting up, first of the new year."
"Really? Maybe mum'll take me in to see ya!" Michael says.
"I'd like that." Silence, "Well, gotta go, Mike! See ya around!"
Billy bounds off the roof and walks casually over the red stained blood and admires the Christmas Tree once more.
You always knew, didn't you mother, you always knew as mother's always do,
You always knew didn't you mother,
I was a stranger, in this world!
Katie walks past the Christmas Tree, it looks bright and happy, she thinks to herself. Some boy is standing on his roof, waving to someone. Suddenly she sees him, Billy Elliot. He turns to wave to the boy, notices her, and quickly hides his face and turns around. Katie jogs up to meet him. He quickens his pace and covers his face.
"Hey, Billy!" Katie says, he doesn't stop.
"Oi! Billy! Wait up!"
Still, no stopping.
"Billy Elliot! Are you gonna stop for me or not!" she stops, yelling after him. He turns around and she gasps. There's dried blood all over his face.
"Why! So I can beat up by some right pricks again! Is that why!? You think it's funny!? Eh!? You little bitch!" He screams at her, tears swelling in his eyes. He turns around and runs.
Not deterred, Katie follows him.
"Billy Elliot! Will you stop for one second!?"
Billy Elliot keeps on running, for some strange reason, he's crying. Something that he doesn't normally do.
Katie runs up beside him,
"Billy. I didn't know what happened to ya! I'm sorry, it's not my fault. Stop blaming other people and start living!"
Billy turns his tear stained, blood stained face to her,
"I already tried that, now look at me!"
He sprints ahead of her and turns off to go to his house. Katie stops and slowly walks back to the square. The boy is still standing on the roof.
"What the fuck are you looking at!" She yells up at him.
"You made Billy Elliot cry! You're good!" He yells back.
She doesn't see this as anything to be proud of,
"Excuse me, but are you a dyke!?" he yells down at her.
Great, she thinks, just because I talked with Billy Elliot, I'm a lesbian now.
"No! Things spread fast, among you low life's don't they, now!" she yells at him.
"Oh, no, that's ok; I don't care what you are. I fancied Billy Elliot from the first day I met him!"
Katie looks at him, stunned.
"You know, Billy Elliot!?" she asks.
"Course, he's me best mate! I was his only mate. He was mine. But that was 'fore he went off to school. Alright than, I'm going down. Have a good one, Dyke. I didn't catch ya name."
"Fuck off!" she yells jokingly at him. She didn't catch his either.
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