Redundant, chapter 18
"Billie Joe, Are you okay?" I heard Adrienne say.
My eyesight came back. Adrienne and Tré were standing around me looking worried.
"What happened to me?" I asked as my brown haired girlfriend started stroking my head.
"You got hit on the head," she started "but you're okay now."
I looked around me. Something felt odd, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Then I realised something. Mike wasn't here with me.
"Where's Mike?" I asked. Tré looked behind him then back at me.
"Um," he started as he pointed into the direction Mike was "he's over there."
It was kind of a gory sight but I wanted to look anyway. It was awesome to watch Mike do this for me.
*Mike's Point of View*
I was beating the living shit out of Taylor. What more can I say?
*Back to Billie Joe*
It was one of the best things I've ever seen Mike do. Taylor was trying to punch Mike but most of the times Mike blocked each fist coming towards him. Mike got most of the hits. It was like watching what happened to me when Taylor bashed the living shit out of me. Back then Adrienne was all worried but this time she wasn't. She had a smile on her face because she knew that Mike was going to win.
There was a puddle of blood on the once beautiful green grass of the park as Mike continued to fight Taylor. To end it all, Mike picked up the gothic bastard and threw him in the puddle. Taylor laid still but he was still breathing. Mike had his foot on Taylor's chest and boy, did Mike do it hard! I could tell by the high pitched squealing noises the loser was making.
"I do not wanna see my bestest friend suffer anymore irrelevant shenanigans," Mike said while pointing to Taylor's blood full mouth "You got it?"
"Geez, man," Taylor begged "I promise I will never do that again!"
Mike gave him a strange look as he pressed harder on his chest.
"I don't want this to happen again." he said as he released his foot. Taylor got off the floor and sprinted far, far away.
We watched the wuss run away as my blue eyed friend started heading back to us as he spat some blood out of his mouth.
"Mike," I started as I put one hand on his shoulder "You didn't have to do that for me."
"It wasn't just for you," he said as he put his hand over mine "It was for all of us-"
He didn't finish his sentence. All of a sudden he fell to the floor, clutching his chest with his left hand and clutching his left arm with his free hand.
"What's wrong Mike?" the three of us tried to ask him. He started squealing in pain.
"My chest," he moaned out "it hurts..."
My eyesight came back. Adrienne and Tré were standing around me looking worried.
"What happened to me?" I asked as my brown haired girlfriend started stroking my head.
"You got hit on the head," she started "but you're okay now."
I looked around me. Something felt odd, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Then I realised something. Mike wasn't here with me.
"Where's Mike?" I asked. Tré looked behind him then back at me.
"Um," he started as he pointed into the direction Mike was "he's over there."
It was kind of a gory sight but I wanted to look anyway. It was awesome to watch Mike do this for me.
*Mike's Point of View*
I was beating the living shit out of Taylor. What more can I say?
*Back to Billie Joe*
It was one of the best things I've ever seen Mike do. Taylor was trying to punch Mike but most of the times Mike blocked each fist coming towards him. Mike got most of the hits. It was like watching what happened to me when Taylor bashed the living shit out of me. Back then Adrienne was all worried but this time she wasn't. She had a smile on her face because she knew that Mike was going to win.
There was a puddle of blood on the once beautiful green grass of the park as Mike continued to fight Taylor. To end it all, Mike picked up the gothic bastard and threw him in the puddle. Taylor laid still but he was still breathing. Mike had his foot on Taylor's chest and boy, did Mike do it hard! I could tell by the high pitched squealing noises the loser was making.
"I do not wanna see my bestest friend suffer anymore irrelevant shenanigans," Mike said while pointing to Taylor's blood full mouth "You got it?"
"Geez, man," Taylor begged "I promise I will never do that again!"
Mike gave him a strange look as he pressed harder on his chest.
"I don't want this to happen again." he said as he released his foot. Taylor got off the floor and sprinted far, far away.
We watched the wuss run away as my blue eyed friend started heading back to us as he spat some blood out of his mouth.
"Mike," I started as I put one hand on his shoulder "You didn't have to do that for me."
"It wasn't just for you," he said as he put his hand over mine "It was for all of us-"
He didn't finish his sentence. All of a sudden he fell to the floor, clutching his chest with his left hand and clutching his left arm with his free hand.
"What's wrong Mike?" the three of us tried to ask him. He started squealing in pain.
"My chest," he moaned out "it hurts..."
