What? I Can Dream Too..., chapter 2
"Well I never thought that would work!" Mike had followed what Hannah had suggested and it had worked exactly how she said it would.
"well it just shows that you need to trust me, not being a stalker or a teenie or anything..." Only one facial expression suited that comment, Hannah stuck her tounge out, which earned her a playful slap across the forehead. "Hey, what?!"
"For saying I don't trust you"
"hmmmm...well anyway, get in the car you complete spunktrumpet, we need to get back so you can clean up a bit before people come round."
"OK" MIke got in the car, obviously not having listened to what he had just been told properly "Hang on, what this about me cleaning? What are you going to be doing?"
"I have to buy my cousin's birthday present if we're going to have to go there and you said you didn't want to go shopping with me again, so I'm going to buy Claire something cool and normal and you're going to go home and clean so that Tre and Billie Joe and Rach and Jo and Emma and Matt and Alex can come round and make a mess."
"But what are you going to get her, you aren't going until I know what you're geting otherwise you'll spend a bloody fortune again..."
"Damn you got me - I dunno, I thought I might get her some CDs that weren't by Bach or Mozart or a T shirt or something..."
"right, you come back with anything else and I will make you take it back." Mike's face showed no hint of bluffing. "Understand?"
"Yes dad. JUst buy the present and then home."
"Exactly, so drop me off home and I'll get started with the cleaning then you can help when you get back, OK?"
"Yup. Mind if I put the radio on?"
"As long as its not rubbish you can do whatever you like. So for the rest of the ride home, the car was filled with 'I faught the law' and all sorts of other random rock music, punctuated every so often with one of the two singing along or tapping the beat out on the dashboard or steering wheel.
"So, I'll see you in about an hour with Claire's birthday present and nothing else, OK?"
"Fine, I'll take all that crap we bought and put it in the kitchen, do I need to do anything with that coffee stuff?"
"Dunno, read the label...I thought you were supposed to be the bright one?"
"Cheeky!" He stuck his tongue out, "I'll see you later OK."
"Bye sweetie"
The drive into town and getting to the shop wasn't that eventful, just your average drive on a Friday afternoon, nor any real traffic, nothing extraordinary happened, Hannah just drove in, found a parking space and went to the shop. SHe bought the t-shirt and then left, exactly how Mike had wanted her to. Nothing remarkable really happened until she got home and found that Mike had called Billie Joe and Tre and got them over early to help him clean up...
From the outside on the drive, Hannah could hear the bass line from a Queen song being pumped from the stereo in the kitchen and a flasetto voice singing along slightly off key..."But life still goes on, I can't get used to living without living without living without you, by my si-ide..."
"That had better not be what I think it is..." thought Hannah as she wandered up the drive with her shopping, fumbling in her bag for her keys.
"It was." she spoke out loud as she stepped through the door, making Tre jump as he was pulled out of the trance like state the combination of music and 'dusting' the table had put him in.
"MiiiiiKey!" Trying her best to ignore Tre, and Billie Joe when she walked past him on her quest for Mike, Hannah wandered through the house, looking into the rooms she passed and finding them to be scarily tidy.
"In here!" came a shout over the music and the sound of the hoover...
Following his voice, Hannah wandered into the room where she found Mike, prancing about in a pair of her heeled boots and the pink top she had bought for a party years ago and hadn't worn since.
"What on earth are you doing?!" Hannah couldn't contain the laughter any longer, "Why...are the three of you wearing my clothes?"
"You said we had to clean up before we had people round, we decided this was obviously the way rock stars clean, I thought you were supposed to be British, surely you know these things!" Now Billie Joe and Tre had joined them and they were all laughing, getting to the point where one or all of them would forget to breathe and end up spending the night in A&E or something.
"Just get changed you complete muppets! Either that or I'll take photos and post them on the internet, I can just imagine the reaction that would get..." Hannah made a run for the door, or at least she was until Billie Joe realised where she was planning on going
"Oh no you don't! I'll post those pictures of you and Mike last time you went away..."
"YOu wouldn't dare!"
"Oh wouldn't I?! TRE! Hold her down while I go and sort something out..." Billie Joe winked at Hannah and flashed her a grin as Tre pinned her back to the carpet.
"Billie Joe Fucking Armstrong, you can't to anything you fool, had you forgotten that I have a password on my computer and its all in french?!"
"Maybe I know French?!" Billie Joe stuck his head round the door before disappearing again.
"Knowing 'Meirde' and 'Tre Cool' doesn't count as knowing french sweetie. Anyway, you'd never work it out, I'm not stupid enough to make it something obvious. You really are being a bit of a muppet today aren't you?!"
"What do you mean today? He's always like this, its just that with Tre around, no one notices..." Now, if it hadn't been when he was wearing a pink t-shirt and heels, it was obvious why Mike was the bright one.
"So, you gonna let me up now or are you going to wait until I suffocate?" Hannah wriggled underneath Tre so that he was sitting on her chest rather than her back, it wasn't much more comfortable, but at least her arms were free...it was a start.
"Nope. You're all comfy. I wanna stay here." Tre bounced up and down where he was sitting.
"GAH! Can't. Breathe.Stop.it.bitch!"
"Now I'm definately not getting off you!"
"At least he's stopped bouncing," Hannah thought as she resigned herself to being stuck under TRe for as long as it took for him to get hungry "Shouldn't be too long."
"well it just shows that you need to trust me, not being a stalker or a teenie or anything..." Only one facial expression suited that comment, Hannah stuck her tounge out, which earned her a playful slap across the forehead. "Hey, what?!"
"For saying I don't trust you"
"hmmmm...well anyway, get in the car you complete spunktrumpet, we need to get back so you can clean up a bit before people come round."
"OK" MIke got in the car, obviously not having listened to what he had just been told properly "Hang on, what this about me cleaning? What are you going to be doing?"
"I have to buy my cousin's birthday present if we're going to have to go there and you said you didn't want to go shopping with me again, so I'm going to buy Claire something cool and normal and you're going to go home and clean so that Tre and Billie Joe and Rach and Jo and Emma and Matt and Alex can come round and make a mess."
"But what are you going to get her, you aren't going until I know what you're geting otherwise you'll spend a bloody fortune again..."
"Damn you got me - I dunno, I thought I might get her some CDs that weren't by Bach or Mozart or a T shirt or something..."
"right, you come back with anything else and I will make you take it back." Mike's face showed no hint of bluffing. "Understand?"
"Yes dad. JUst buy the present and then home."
"Exactly, so drop me off home and I'll get started with the cleaning then you can help when you get back, OK?"
"Yup. Mind if I put the radio on?"
"As long as its not rubbish you can do whatever you like. So for the rest of the ride home, the car was filled with 'I faught the law' and all sorts of other random rock music, punctuated every so often with one of the two singing along or tapping the beat out on the dashboard or steering wheel.
"So, I'll see you in about an hour with Claire's birthday present and nothing else, OK?"
"Fine, I'll take all that crap we bought and put it in the kitchen, do I need to do anything with that coffee stuff?"
"Dunno, read the label...I thought you were supposed to be the bright one?"
"Cheeky!" He stuck his tongue out, "I'll see you later OK."
"Bye sweetie"
The drive into town and getting to the shop wasn't that eventful, just your average drive on a Friday afternoon, nor any real traffic, nothing extraordinary happened, Hannah just drove in, found a parking space and went to the shop. SHe bought the t-shirt and then left, exactly how Mike had wanted her to. Nothing remarkable really happened until she got home and found that Mike had called Billie Joe and Tre and got them over early to help him clean up...
From the outside on the drive, Hannah could hear the bass line from a Queen song being pumped from the stereo in the kitchen and a flasetto voice singing along slightly off key..."But life still goes on, I can't get used to living without living without living without you, by my si-ide..."
"That had better not be what I think it is..." thought Hannah as she wandered up the drive with her shopping, fumbling in her bag for her keys.
"It was." she spoke out loud as she stepped through the door, making Tre jump as he was pulled out of the trance like state the combination of music and 'dusting' the table had put him in.
"MiiiiiKey!" Trying her best to ignore Tre, and Billie Joe when she walked past him on her quest for Mike, Hannah wandered through the house, looking into the rooms she passed and finding them to be scarily tidy.
"In here!" came a shout over the music and the sound of the hoover...
Following his voice, Hannah wandered into the room where she found Mike, prancing about in a pair of her heeled boots and the pink top she had bought for a party years ago and hadn't worn since.
"What on earth are you doing?!" Hannah couldn't contain the laughter any longer, "Why...are the three of you wearing my clothes?"
"You said we had to clean up before we had people round, we decided this was obviously the way rock stars clean, I thought you were supposed to be British, surely you know these things!" Now Billie Joe and Tre had joined them and they were all laughing, getting to the point where one or all of them would forget to breathe and end up spending the night in A&E or something.
"Just get changed you complete muppets! Either that or I'll take photos and post them on the internet, I can just imagine the reaction that would get..." Hannah made a run for the door, or at least she was until Billie Joe realised where she was planning on going
"Oh no you don't! I'll post those pictures of you and Mike last time you went away..."
"YOu wouldn't dare!"
"Oh wouldn't I?! TRE! Hold her down while I go and sort something out..." Billie Joe winked at Hannah and flashed her a grin as Tre pinned her back to the carpet.
"Billie Joe Fucking Armstrong, you can't to anything you fool, had you forgotten that I have a password on my computer and its all in french?!"
"Maybe I know French?!" Billie Joe stuck his head round the door before disappearing again.
"Knowing 'Meirde' and 'Tre Cool' doesn't count as knowing french sweetie. Anyway, you'd never work it out, I'm not stupid enough to make it something obvious. You really are being a bit of a muppet today aren't you?!"
"What do you mean today? He's always like this, its just that with Tre around, no one notices..." Now, if it hadn't been when he was wearing a pink t-shirt and heels, it was obvious why Mike was the bright one.
"So, you gonna let me up now or are you going to wait until I suffocate?" Hannah wriggled underneath Tre so that he was sitting on her chest rather than her back, it wasn't much more comfortable, but at least her arms were free...it was a start.
"Nope. You're all comfy. I wanna stay here." Tre bounced up and down where he was sitting.
"GAH! Can't. Breathe.Stop.it.bitch!"
"Now I'm definately not getting off you!"
"At least he's stopped bouncing," Hannah thought as she resigned herself to being stuck under TRe for as long as it took for him to get hungry "Shouldn't be too long."
