What? I Can Dream Too..., chapter 8
"How long have we been here then?" Mike pulled out a cigarette and his lighter as Hannah looked down at her plaster covered left wrist.
"Oh yeah, no watch...I'll remember that at some point..."
Mike took a drag off his cigarette, laughing.
"I'm sure Tre would draw you one with his markers if you asked nicely." He raised his eyebrows.
"I suppose, at least then I'd have the right time twice a day..." Now Hannah was laughing as well..
"We should probably keep a it quieter, they'll come find us otherwise, then we'll have to go and carry on with the happy family thing..." Hannah rolled her eyes. "We need an escape plan." They caught each others eyes, both thinking the same thing as Mike pulled his mobile from his back pocket and dialled a number with his thumb.
"...Hey...Yeah, wonderful...oh yeah...how did you guess!?...Thats the one...we're going to need a proper emergency...the sort that only we can sort out...yeah, like that...you'll come up wth something...yeah, OK...bye."
"So Tre's going to come up with some sort of spectacular emercency so that we can escape?"
"How did you guess?!"
"Teenie avoidance plan 3." At this both of them were laughing, loud enough to attract Hannah's aunt Jean to their hiding place.
"What do you think you're doing hiding here and not playing 'lets all pretend to be interested in train sets' with your cousin?!" Hannah visably jumped.
"Don't do that!" She hissed. "We were just having a fag break...didn't think Lynn and bad habits would really mix, didn't you see the look we got when we explained for the 47th time how I ended up like this? She nearly murdered me."
"I know. Come on, I heard your plan, you'd better join in for a bit to make it look like a genuine thing though...I think they're about to call the police or something...come on."
With that, Hannah and Mike grudingly followed Jean back round to the house where everyone else was, trying to look like they were at least a little bit happy to be there...
"Where have you to been?" Two minutes after getting back, the third degree had already started.
"Sorry, I had to go for a cigarette." Mike jumped in before some sort of verbal war began.
"Hmmmm...right" Apparently this didn't please Lynn as much as it could have.
The look of pure relief on Hannah and Mike's face as Mike phone started to ring was something that had to be seen to be believed...
"Excuse we I have to get this." Mike practically sprinted out of the room.
"Hello...yes...oh dear...really?...can't you sort it out without us?...Well, we'll have to come back I suppose...OK...bye." Mike smirked to himself, before collecting himself enough to be able to go back into the room and make like it was a desperate emergency, he walked through the door and looked at Hannah, subliminally telling her not to laugh and to act surprised.
"Uh, that was Tre, Billie Joe's managed to lock himself out of the house and we have the only spare keys with us, so we're going to have to go and let him in. Its been lovely to meet you all, I hope I can come round again some time, maybe when my friends can remember their keys?"
With this and a muttered round of 'goodbye, see you some other time' passed around the room, Hannah and Mike made their way to the car, trying to make it look like they really were in a hurry to help Billie Joe and not just escaping...which isn't an easy thing when you're practically doubled up with laughter, hopefully it looked like they were just laughing at how stupid Billie had supposedly been...something told them it didn't though.
The ride home consisted of loud music, open windows and a traffic jam. Mike slouched down in his seat, his arm out of the window, tapping along with the music on the bodywork, running his other hand through his hair. Hannah was also slouched down as far as the plaster work would allow and, having found herself one of Tre's marker pens that had been left on the dashboard, was now doodling down her plaster cast, drawing herself what appeared to be a new set of jewellery.
"You having fun there?"
"Hmmm? What? Oh, yeah, well its more interesting than staring at that number plate..."
"Good point. Its times like this I wish Billie would let us use the private helicopter..."
"You have a helicopter!?" Hannah stopped doodling and turned to Mike in surprise.
"I wish...it would make it easier escaping from scary friends families..." Mike grinned.
"HEY! Its not my fault they're all scary...they came before me remember." Hannah stuck her tounge out at Mike, he wasn't watching...
"Yeah, well, I suppose you have a point...maybe we should get a helicopter...or a plane..." Mike seemed lost in thought now.
"It would only fuel Billie Joe's ego though and yours and Tre's come to that - you lot would be unbearable...proper divas...I don't like that thought, don't do that. Ever!"
"Yeah, OK...maybe not such a good idea...Oh well." Mike looked ever so slightly disappointed as he followed the slow crawl of traffic going in the direction of home.
"Oh yeah, no watch...I'll remember that at some point..."
Mike took a drag off his cigarette, laughing.
"I'm sure Tre would draw you one with his markers if you asked nicely." He raised his eyebrows.
"I suppose, at least then I'd have the right time twice a day..." Now Hannah was laughing as well..
"We should probably keep a it quieter, they'll come find us otherwise, then we'll have to go and carry on with the happy family thing..." Hannah rolled her eyes. "We need an escape plan." They caught each others eyes, both thinking the same thing as Mike pulled his mobile from his back pocket and dialled a number with his thumb.
"...Hey...Yeah, wonderful...oh yeah...how did you guess!?...Thats the one...we're going to need a proper emergency...the sort that only we can sort out...yeah, like that...you'll come up wth something...yeah, OK...bye."
"So Tre's going to come up with some sort of spectacular emercency so that we can escape?"
"How did you guess?!"
"Teenie avoidance plan 3." At this both of them were laughing, loud enough to attract Hannah's aunt Jean to their hiding place.
"What do you think you're doing hiding here and not playing 'lets all pretend to be interested in train sets' with your cousin?!" Hannah visably jumped.
"Don't do that!" She hissed. "We were just having a fag break...didn't think Lynn and bad habits would really mix, didn't you see the look we got when we explained for the 47th time how I ended up like this? She nearly murdered me."
"I know. Come on, I heard your plan, you'd better join in for a bit to make it look like a genuine thing though...I think they're about to call the police or something...come on."
With that, Hannah and Mike grudingly followed Jean back round to the house where everyone else was, trying to look like they were at least a little bit happy to be there...
"Where have you to been?" Two minutes after getting back, the third degree had already started.
"Sorry, I had to go for a cigarette." Mike jumped in before some sort of verbal war began.
"Hmmmm...right" Apparently this didn't please Lynn as much as it could have.
The look of pure relief on Hannah and Mike's face as Mike phone started to ring was something that had to be seen to be believed...
"Excuse we I have to get this." Mike practically sprinted out of the room.
"Hello...yes...oh dear...really?...can't you sort it out without us?...Well, we'll have to come back I suppose...OK...bye." Mike smirked to himself, before collecting himself enough to be able to go back into the room and make like it was a desperate emergency, he walked through the door and looked at Hannah, subliminally telling her not to laugh and to act surprised.
"Uh, that was Tre, Billie Joe's managed to lock himself out of the house and we have the only spare keys with us, so we're going to have to go and let him in. Its been lovely to meet you all, I hope I can come round again some time, maybe when my friends can remember their keys?"
With this and a muttered round of 'goodbye, see you some other time' passed around the room, Hannah and Mike made their way to the car, trying to make it look like they really were in a hurry to help Billie Joe and not just escaping...which isn't an easy thing when you're practically doubled up with laughter, hopefully it looked like they were just laughing at how stupid Billie had supposedly been...something told them it didn't though.
The ride home consisted of loud music, open windows and a traffic jam. Mike slouched down in his seat, his arm out of the window, tapping along with the music on the bodywork, running his other hand through his hair. Hannah was also slouched down as far as the plaster work would allow and, having found herself one of Tre's marker pens that had been left on the dashboard, was now doodling down her plaster cast, drawing herself what appeared to be a new set of jewellery.
"You having fun there?"
"Hmmm? What? Oh, yeah, well its more interesting than staring at that number plate..."
"Good point. Its times like this I wish Billie would let us use the private helicopter..."
"You have a helicopter!?" Hannah stopped doodling and turned to Mike in surprise.
"I wish...it would make it easier escaping from scary friends families..." Mike grinned.
"HEY! Its not my fault they're all scary...they came before me remember." Hannah stuck her tounge out at Mike, he wasn't watching...
"Yeah, well, I suppose you have a point...maybe we should get a helicopter...or a plane..." Mike seemed lost in thought now.
"It would only fuel Billie Joe's ego though and yours and Tre's come to that - you lot would be unbearable...proper divas...I don't like that thought, don't do that. Ever!"
"Yeah, OK...maybe not such a good idea...Oh well." Mike looked ever so slightly disappointed as he followed the slow crawl of traffic going in the direction of home.
