You erased yourself, so shut up!, chapter 13

Mike was in a heap on the floor, hardly able to breathe for laughing. Billie had collapsed on the sofa beside Faith as Tre danced around the stage, yelling at the top of his voice. Billie finally got him to shut up by throwing a drumstick at him.
"Come on, we need to go."


"Hey, I remember that. We went to the cinema afterwards, didn't we?" Mike turned to Tre, and the drummer nodded.
"Yup. That weekend was great, well, after I got beat up it was cool. And things were okay again, because Jessie was shit scared Mike was going to belt him again, and he didn't know if you guys were at our school, or lived in Laytonville or not, so he left me alone." He broke down into giggles. "I thought that was hilarious; here he was, one of the jocks, the new star of the football team, and he was petrified of a skinny-assed bassist!"


It was a few weeks later, and Tre was lying out in the forest, unusally quiet, just soaking up the atmosphere. He was sprawled across the hillside, his quad a few feet away, and a backpack by his side, stuffed with sweets he'd liberated from teh pantry. He smiled to himself, and closed his eyes, feeling completely at peace with the world.
He screwed his face up as a shadow fell over him, and opened his eyes to see an all too familiar face standing over him.
"Hey Tre."
"Jessie? What the fuck? What d'you want?"
"I need to talk to you."
"Oh yeah, bit late is it not?"
The drummer sat up, steeling himself in case a fight came his way. His former friend just stood looking at him, deflated and utterly miserable. Tre felt his sympathy aroused in spite of himself.
"Well, why don't you sit down?"
Jessie sat beside him, and didn't say anything for a while, just stared straight ahead. Tre started to get a bit freaked out, and said so too.


"What? He came to you, after all he did?"
"Yup."
Billie shook his head, looking confused. Mike sat staring out of teh window, picking at the nail on his right thumb.
"So, what did he want?"