Here's to the Night

Chapter Three

Harper:

I could hear the splashing of rain on the tin roof of the big metal tour bus. I rolled over wrapping myself around in the thin white sheet I had held onto all night. The small room was dark, I watched through the tiny gap in the curtains as big gray clouds rolled by. It took me a little while to realize that Billie Joe was no where in sight... There was a large mirror connected to a dresser in front of the bed, I stood up and walked over to it. My own reflection staring back at me, my face was pale no trace of makeup to be found, my eyes a wide tired hazel. I looked frail and maybe a little bit broken... While attempting to run my fingers through the mess of blonde strands I called my hair I noticed a blue sticky note sitting next to a wad of cash and what looked like a concert ticket. I pulled it from the dresser and started to read,

Maybe I'll see you again one day.

Please accept the money and ticket.

Thanks for the night.

BJ

I glared at the note tearing it into two and tossing the scraps carelessly on the floor. I frantically searched for another sticky note, coming across a yellow one I began to write.

Piss yellow, my feelings for you exactly.

I have no interest in your money

Next time go fuck yourself.

I laughed to myself cynically, this time leaving the cash next to MY note. What did he think anyway? I was some kind of low life prostitute? Although I did indeed take the ticket, just in case I ever wanted to chase the prick down. Now that I think about it I still have no idea what his last name is.. I got dressed in the same clothes from the night before and started on my journey home. So much for that ride I was promised.

Dickhead..

Maybe that was his last name... Billie Joe Dickhead.. I couldn't help but smirk.

A/N

Some of these chapters will be short, just fillers to make sure everyone's getting the idea.

What do you all think so far?

-Hailey