When I was 15-years-old, I fell in love with a beautiful boy named Billy. He had long, black hair, a huge white smile, and sparkling eyes that were like those of a movie star. He played in a band called Dog-zilla (or something like that), and I’d go over to his house to listen to him practice. He was 18, and out of high school. I was in love.
So was his girlfriend, Jen. A cute, blonde bunny-like girl that was a senior. She had no idea that Billy and I were secretly seeing each other. No kissing or naughty stuff — just hanging out and flirting. He’d call me after she left his house and I’d race over on my beach cruiser. He’d take me for drives in his (bitchin’) Camaro, and we’d listen to really loud heavy metal music.
Billy was gorgeous. Billy was a bad boy. Billy drove a hot car and let his long hair fly in the wind. Billy also convinced me to sneak out of my house at night. Bad Billy.
At the time, it was just my mom and I living in the house, and so it was easy to sneak out. I’d wait until she started dozing off on the sofa after I’d “gone to bed”, and I’d sneak out the living room door which we never used. I’d jump the fence, and Billy would be waiting down the street. Billy would take me to the Pali lookout, or to the beach, and we’d walk together, holding hands, telling each other our stories for the future. He was going to be a rock star. I was going to be a prison warden. We’d make a fine couple. (I’m cracking up right now, looking back on this)
One night, Billy and I decided to egg a guy’s house. This guy had cheated on his girlfriend, a friend of Billy’s girlfriend, and we were going to take our revenge by throwing raw eggs at his house. Boy, that would show him.
We went to the grocery store and bought two cartons of eggs. We drove up and down the street in front of our target’s house, and finally, emptied one of the cartons, hurling eggs towards his front door and window. We were very quick about it, and when we tore out of there, Billy burned rubber in his bitchin’ Camaro.
We were very proud of ourselves, and drove up to “The Point” to talk about what a great thing we had done. Sitting on the hood of his car, checking out the lights of Kailua below, I knew that this was the night. Billy would kiss me, realize that Jen was just too clean-cut, too cutsey for him, and that I should be his girlfriend. I mean, I liked his musical ability, loved loud metal music, and was the perfect partner in crime!
We sat together, and he told me how much he liked me. He held my hand, looked down at my face, and then….. bright lights were unleashed on us! POW POW! Like spotlights, and yes, that’s exactly what they were.
Billy jumped off the hood of his car, and immediately said to me, under his breath, “You’re 16. Don’t forget… you’re 16.” He flashed a smile at the cop, and asked if everything was alright. Nope, the cop said. Turns out there was a report of someone’s house being egg’d, and lo and behold, there was a carton of eggs still in the backseat of that bitchin’ Camaro.
“How old are you,” the cop asked me. Read the rest of this entry ?
