When You Wish You had Forgotten..., chapter 4
She was amazing. Suddenly Billie understood Mike's fascination with her. He didn't know why he didn't see it before. She was magical or something. Her eyes found his and she walked straight up to him.
"Hey, Billie! I haven't seen you in forever... " She said brightly. But Billie was gone. He fell into her eyes and was having trouble functioning.
"Uh... "
Her hug woke him up. "Wow. It's weird, huh? You've been okay?"
She pulled back. "Yeah, great," She gave him a stunning smile then turned to Mike.
"Hey," she hugged him, but as though she were afraid, she was barely touching him. And Mike seemed relieved at this. Flashing a momentary smile, he sat back down in his chair. Billie also sat, and Amira found a seat next to him. He felt his breath catch in his throat.
She smiled at him. He couldn't breathe.
"So, how do you like Seattle?"
Tre grinned. "I love it. Is it always like this, cold in the mornings and warm during the day?"
Amira smiled and nodded. "I love it too... "
Everyone was away in their thoughts for a few moments.
"So, um... Tre, you have kids, right?" she broke the silence.
"Yup. Little Frank and Ramona... " He sighed. "I miss them... "
Amira nodded.
"Do you have any kids?" asked Mike abruptly. It was the first thing he had said since she came in the room. Amira laughed.
"Nope. I have a little sister. She's the baby,"
Billie smiled. There was a knock on the door and a head peeked in.
"Green Day to make-up room," And the head disappeared.
"See you on stage! Good luck," She kissed Billie's cheek. He blushed.
~
After the show and nearly five beers, Amira loosened up. Quite a bit. She had her arms around Billie. Mike noticed this. He tried to remember that it was a long time ago, that she wasn't his any more. But he couldn't. So he got drunk.
Billie and Amira were trying to talk together, but slurring and straying brains didn't quite allow them to. Tre was the only somewhat sober person.
"Hey, Billie... "
"Yea... " he answered, examining the bottom of a beer bottle.
"You're beautiful," said Amira, and collapsed in a fit of giggles.
"No. You are," Billie answered, confused.
"No. You."
"No! You!" It went on and on. Until Amira passed out. Tre picked her up and herded Billie and Mike to the limo.
After putting them all in sorta sleeping areas, he put himself to bed. "Why do I deal with this?" he thought aloud. "Heh. Cause I'm like them all of the time... " And fell asleep.
~
Mike got up with someone driving a sledgehammer into his head. Amira was collapsed on the couch and Billie was sprawled on the bed. Even with the alcohol, he could remember how Amira clung to Billie. He kicked the trashcan on the way to the bathroom.
~
Amira couldn't remember anything. At all. She could barely recall the concert. She looked over at Billie. She smiled. She didn't know why, but she loved him. She had actually fallen in love. With Mike, she loved him. But it was more of a brotherly love. But Billie... Billie made her heart race as he lay there and her stomach flopped as he rolled over. She sighed. Mike still loved her.
~
Billie woke up on a bed. Surprised, he looked around. The shower was running and Amira was watching him. He blushed.
"Hey... " she said and laughed. "You look like shit,"
"Thanks. That's what I love to hear in the morning,"
She winked. "I feel like shit... And probably look it too... "
"Nah... You couldn't ever look like shit... You're too beautiful... " replied Billie before he knew what he was saying. She grinned.
"Well, obviously!" She got up and stumbled to the bed. As she flopped down, he felt himself blush deeper. She turned to look at him.
"I've never met someone like you," She breathed. Closing the space between them, she locked her lips with his.
~
Mike stood in the shower, not really thinking. Amira... The girl of his past. He didn't need her. He didn't want her. He hoped. He didn't know what he thought. Stepping out the shower and wrapping a towel around himself, he realized he nothing clean to put on.
He walked out and, startled, stared at Amira and Billie.
"Hey, Billie! I haven't seen you in forever... " She said brightly. But Billie was gone. He fell into her eyes and was having trouble functioning.
"Uh... "
Her hug woke him up. "Wow. It's weird, huh? You've been okay?"
She pulled back. "Yeah, great," She gave him a stunning smile then turned to Mike.
"Hey," she hugged him, but as though she were afraid, she was barely touching him. And Mike seemed relieved at this. Flashing a momentary smile, he sat back down in his chair. Billie also sat, and Amira found a seat next to him. He felt his breath catch in his throat.
She smiled at him. He couldn't breathe.
"So, how do you like Seattle?"
Tre grinned. "I love it. Is it always like this, cold in the mornings and warm during the day?"
Amira smiled and nodded. "I love it too... "
Everyone was away in their thoughts for a few moments.
"So, um... Tre, you have kids, right?" she broke the silence.
"Yup. Little Frank and Ramona... " He sighed. "I miss them... "
Amira nodded.
"Do you have any kids?" asked Mike abruptly. It was the first thing he had said since she came in the room. Amira laughed.
"Nope. I have a little sister. She's the baby,"
Billie smiled. There was a knock on the door and a head peeked in.
"Green Day to make-up room," And the head disappeared.
"See you on stage! Good luck," She kissed Billie's cheek. He blushed.
~
After the show and nearly five beers, Amira loosened up. Quite a bit. She had her arms around Billie. Mike noticed this. He tried to remember that it was a long time ago, that she wasn't his any more. But he couldn't. So he got drunk.
Billie and Amira were trying to talk together, but slurring and straying brains didn't quite allow them to. Tre was the only somewhat sober person.
"Hey, Billie... "
"Yea... " he answered, examining the bottom of a beer bottle.
"You're beautiful," said Amira, and collapsed in a fit of giggles.
"No. You are," Billie answered, confused.
"No. You."
"No! You!" It went on and on. Until Amira passed out. Tre picked her up and herded Billie and Mike to the limo.
After putting them all in sorta sleeping areas, he put himself to bed. "Why do I deal with this?" he thought aloud. "Heh. Cause I'm like them all of the time... " And fell asleep.
~
Mike got up with someone driving a sledgehammer into his head. Amira was collapsed on the couch and Billie was sprawled on the bed. Even with the alcohol, he could remember how Amira clung to Billie. He kicked the trashcan on the way to the bathroom.
~
Amira couldn't remember anything. At all. She could barely recall the concert. She looked over at Billie. She smiled. She didn't know why, but she loved him. She had actually fallen in love. With Mike, she loved him. But it was more of a brotherly love. But Billie... Billie made her heart race as he lay there and her stomach flopped as he rolled over. She sighed. Mike still loved her.
~
Billie woke up on a bed. Surprised, he looked around. The shower was running and Amira was watching him. He blushed.
"Hey... " she said and laughed. "You look like shit,"
"Thanks. That's what I love to hear in the morning,"
She winked. "I feel like shit... And probably look it too... "
"Nah... You couldn't ever look like shit... You're too beautiful... " replied Billie before he knew what he was saying. She grinned.
"Well, obviously!" She got up and stumbled to the bed. As she flopped down, he felt himself blush deeper. She turned to look at him.
"I've never met someone like you," She breathed. Closing the space between them, she locked her lips with his.
~
Mike stood in the shower, not really thinking. Amira... The girl of his past. He didn't need her. He didn't want her. He hoped. He didn't know what he thought. Stepping out the shower and wrapping a towel around himself, he realized he nothing clean to put on.
He walked out and, startled, stared at Amira and Billie.
