Amnesia, chapter 4
"I'm going to be gone for a while, don't stay up waiting!" Mike yelled while in the bathroom. He was trying to get his hair just right. he ran out of hair gel this morning, so he decided to borrow some of Tre's. He didn't remember much, so by the time he would remember that he had not opened it yet, it would be too late.
As he started the car up and drove about 2 miles, he started looking for the address.
"Sh-t!" Mike said as he realized that he had left it on the sink in the bathroom. He drove and when he opened the door, saw Billie Joe and Tre watching Green Day videos, documentaries, interviews, and other things. They had just finished watching Holiday. *Great Billie Joe, confuse Tre, have him watch himself as a women...*
"You're so full of yourself Billie Joe." Mike said.
"No, i'm just showing Tre some of the things that we have done." Billie Joe responded.
"Whatever. I'll be right out. I just need to get something here and go..."
"Are you looking for this?" Billie Joe held up the piece of paper with the address on it. "Who's this Mike? Is it that lady you met last week? Whatshername; I forgot it."
"No, It's just a place that i'm going. A friend of mine."
"It looks like a girls' handwriting..."
"Just shut up and give it to me."
"Only if you tell me who it is."
"You're acting like a little kid, just give it to me."
"Alright, I think I already know who it is..."
"Thank you, and no, you don't know." Mike walked out. As he was closing the door, Billie Joe said something that made him stop for a second, then he decided to leave.
As he was driving, Mike kept thinking about what Billie Joe had said. It was only three words, but for some reason, it didn't sit well with Mike. It was a name, the only name that would make Mike rething what he might do.
Jason Andrew Relva.
It always made him want to do the right thing.
*later...*
The doorbell rang. At least he got that far. As the door opened, Mike got butterflies in his stomach, maybe even giant moths.
He stared at the empty doorway. He was about to walk in and look for Michele until he heard a young voice that startled him.
"Hi, who are you?" asked the boy
"Hi, my name is Mike, is your mother here?"
"I think she's in her bedroom."
"WHO IS IT?" asked a voice from deep inside the house.
"He says his name is Mike, he's big."
"Well, let him in, god, don;t you know anything twerp!" said the voice. It was getting closer.
"Ok, would you like to come in mister?"
"Sure,"
The boy closed the door behind Mike. The person who had been talking to the boy had been in the living room.
"Well, let him sit down, oh never mind, i'll do it!" she said
"Here, come and..." she hadn't been looking at Mike until she liftedher head. "Sit...down...oh my god, you are Mike Dirnt. I love you. literally." she was about 5'4'', 5'4'', so he was used to ppl that were that tall. she was really calm about meeting him.
"Yes I am, but do you know my birth name?"
"Micheal Ryan Pritchard"
"wow, not many people know that one. What about Tre's?"
"Frank Edwin Wright THE THIRD" she said the last two words like a know it all.
"Wow, surprized again!"
"My mom will be ready in about 10 mins. she had to stay a few minutes later for something, so she's behind. I know you are probably tired of fans, but I really do love your band. If you saw my room..."
"May I see it?" Mike said cutting in. he loved fans.
As they walked into her room, Mike first notice the black walls. Then he saw the pictures. One wall was covered in pictures of him. There was obviously no more room on the wall. The other walls were filled with Billie Joe, Tre, and the band. Each had their own walls.
"Oh, i forgot to tell you my name...how rude of me...lets start over...Hi, my name is Kim. I am 14 and will be 16 in May."
"Hi Kim, my birthday is in May too...not like you dont know that...I like that wall." as he pointed to the wall with his pictures on it.
They both laughed.
"I never knew how funny you were. You are funnier in person."
"I never knew how much you and your mother are alike." said Mike as he remembered his convo. with her mom at the hospital.
"Umm, I was wondering, if you don't mind, if I could get a picture of you."
"I love my fans, sure."
As Kim got her camera out, Mike looked at her room. She was only 15, but she was so, well, punk. She wore the perfect amount of eyelinger. She had some scattered pictures on her floor. One was of her he guessed 2 yeard earlier. It was of her and a guy. Must have been a friend. It looked like they were at a party. Maybe an old boyfriend. Another picture that caught his eye was a picture of her (he only guessed) it looked like she had been in a fight. She had fat lips and open wounds. he then looked at the back.
"That was when I kicked her @$$. she's a prep. I took a picture of her. Blackmail if anything came up between her and me." Kim must have noticed that he was looking at it.
So far he liked her. They took the picture and she signed a few pictures. They took a few fun pictures then she talked about how she was pretty much the only punk at her school. Her friends were the only other ones. She only had 2, but they were all she needed. They got made fun of a lot because they were the only punks and they liked Green Day. Mike felt bad for her. He was also happy that she stood up to them.
When Michele was ready, Mike said goodbye to Kim and left for the date.
As he started the car up and drove about 2 miles, he started looking for the address.
"Sh-t!" Mike said as he realized that he had left it on the sink in the bathroom. He drove and when he opened the door, saw Billie Joe and Tre watching Green Day videos, documentaries, interviews, and other things. They had just finished watching Holiday. *Great Billie Joe, confuse Tre, have him watch himself as a women...*
"You're so full of yourself Billie Joe." Mike said.
"No, i'm just showing Tre some of the things that we have done." Billie Joe responded.
"Whatever. I'll be right out. I just need to get something here and go..."
"Are you looking for this?" Billie Joe held up the piece of paper with the address on it. "Who's this Mike? Is it that lady you met last week? Whatshername; I forgot it."
"No, It's just a place that i'm going. A friend of mine."
"It looks like a girls' handwriting..."
"Just shut up and give it to me."
"Only if you tell me who it is."
"You're acting like a little kid, just give it to me."
"Alright, I think I already know who it is..."
"Thank you, and no, you don't know." Mike walked out. As he was closing the door, Billie Joe said something that made him stop for a second, then he decided to leave.
As he was driving, Mike kept thinking about what Billie Joe had said. It was only three words, but for some reason, it didn't sit well with Mike. It was a name, the only name that would make Mike rething what he might do.
Jason Andrew Relva.
It always made him want to do the right thing.
*later...*
The doorbell rang. At least he got that far. As the door opened, Mike got butterflies in his stomach, maybe even giant moths.
He stared at the empty doorway. He was about to walk in and look for Michele until he heard a young voice that startled him.
"Hi, who are you?" asked the boy
"Hi, my name is Mike, is your mother here?"
"I think she's in her bedroom."
"WHO IS IT?" asked a voice from deep inside the house.
"He says his name is Mike, he's big."
"Well, let him in, god, don;t you know anything twerp!" said the voice. It was getting closer.
"Ok, would you like to come in mister?"
"Sure,"
The boy closed the door behind Mike. The person who had been talking to the boy had been in the living room.
"Well, let him sit down, oh never mind, i'll do it!" she said
"Here, come and..." she hadn't been looking at Mike until she liftedher head. "Sit...down...oh my god, you are Mike Dirnt. I love you. literally." she was about 5'4'', 5'4'', so he was used to ppl that were that tall. she was really calm about meeting him.
"Yes I am, but do you know my birth name?"
"Micheal Ryan Pritchard"
"wow, not many people know that one. What about Tre's?"
"Frank Edwin Wright THE THIRD" she said the last two words like a know it all.
"Wow, surprized again!"
"My mom will be ready in about 10 mins. she had to stay a few minutes later for something, so she's behind. I know you are probably tired of fans, but I really do love your band. If you saw my room..."
"May I see it?" Mike said cutting in. he loved fans.
As they walked into her room, Mike first notice the black walls. Then he saw the pictures. One wall was covered in pictures of him. There was obviously no more room on the wall. The other walls were filled with Billie Joe, Tre, and the band. Each had their own walls.
"Oh, i forgot to tell you my name...how rude of me...lets start over...Hi, my name is Kim. I am 14 and will be 16 in May."
"Hi Kim, my birthday is in May too...not like you dont know that...I like that wall." as he pointed to the wall with his pictures on it.
They both laughed.
"I never knew how funny you were. You are funnier in person."
"I never knew how much you and your mother are alike." said Mike as he remembered his convo. with her mom at the hospital.
"Umm, I was wondering, if you don't mind, if I could get a picture of you."
"I love my fans, sure."
As Kim got her camera out, Mike looked at her room. She was only 15, but she was so, well, punk. She wore the perfect amount of eyelinger. She had some scattered pictures on her floor. One was of her he guessed 2 yeard earlier. It was of her and a guy. Must have been a friend. It looked like they were at a party. Maybe an old boyfriend. Another picture that caught his eye was a picture of her (he only guessed) it looked like she had been in a fight. She had fat lips and open wounds. he then looked at the back.
"That was when I kicked her @$$. she's a prep. I took a picture of her. Blackmail if anything came up between her and me." Kim must have noticed that he was looking at it.
So far he liked her. They took the picture and she signed a few pictures. They took a few fun pictures then she talked about how she was pretty much the only punk at her school. Her friends were the only other ones. She only had 2, but they were all she needed. They got made fun of a lot because they were the only punks and they liked Green Day. Mike felt bad for her. He was also happy that she stood up to them.
When Michele was ready, Mike said goodbye to Kim and left for the date.
