Cause She's 2,000 Light Years Away (A Mike Dirnt Story), chapter 4
"Well done, guys. That's good. Let's take a break," Billie ordered as he took off his Fernandez Stratocaster whilst Tre wiped the perspiration on his face with his sleeve and Mike swiftly took off his bass guitar and placed it against the wall.
"That's awesome, guys, especially 2, 000 Hours," beckoned Eleanor. She handed them each a glass of water.
"Thanks, Elle." Billie took the glass and gulped down the water in matter of seconds.
"I know Elle, aren't we just the greatest band ever, especially ME," Tre said proudly. "I'm just the greatest drummer, huh? Besides that I'm sexy too." Tre wiggled his eyebrows and flashed an evil grin at Eleanor.
"Sure," Eleanor replied sarcastically.
"WHAT? You don't think I'm sexy?" Tre said pretending to be sad and pouted. "Oh, come on Elle. It doesn't mean that just because Mike's here, you can't admit that I'm sexy."
Eleanor pretended to think for a while and threw a pillow towards Tre. "Sorry, Tre. But NO," she joked.
Tre narrowly avoid the flying object and lunged at Eleanor. "NO," she screamed as he tickled her. She giggled and laughed and tried to detach Tre's hands.
"G...guys...a...a...l...lit...little...h...help...he...here," she struggled to speak in between laughs.
Mike chuckled and started towards Tre. Somehow he managed to get Tre off and dumped him on the couch opposite hers. She never knows that he had that much strength.
"Hey! Mike, you don't have to do that you know. You could have just ask me to stop," Tre scowled as he got off the couch.
"I'll get my revenge, Tre," Eleanor vowed and stood up, straightening her shirt.
At the other end of the room, Billie whistled. "Okay, guys. Enough fun, let's get back to business."
Everyone marched to their respectative instrument and waited for Billie's order. Eleanor went to the table and took the camera for more pictures.
**
Jack was out of town for 2 days, so Eleanor invited Mike over for dinner. It's seven-thirty and the doorbell rang as she placed the plate of spaghetti on the table and ran towards the door.
"Hey, gorgeous," Mike greeted and placed a soft kiss on Eleanors cheek.
"Hi, Mike. Come in." She took his jacket and hung it in the closet.
"What are we having tonight?" Mike asked curiously.
"Spaghetti."
"Smells good."
After the meal, Mike helped Eleanor to clean the dishes and ended up both of them half-soaked.
"See, what you have done now." She pointed at her clothes. Mike shrugged. She ignored him and walked towards the dining table and started to clean it.
Suddenly, a finger lifted her black hair from the back and she felt a warm mouth exploring the nape of her neck. Her spine exploded into shivers. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to blissful oblivion as Mike gently nibbled her ear.
"I'm sorry," murmured Mike. "I don't mean to make you mad." A moan escaped Eleanors throat.
After a while, Mike mumbled, "I love you, Elle." She smiled. "I love you too, Mike."
His lips started nibbling round her cheekbones. She stood stock still, terrified to move a muscle in case he stopped. Mike gently turned her round and pushed her trembling lips apart with his own. 'He smelt like soap, ' Eleanor thought, melting into his mouth and arms as her legs gave way beneath her.
Pressing her gently to him, Mike pushed a warm hand beneath her shirt and fondled her stiffening nipple.
"I've wanted you ever since the first time I laid my eyes on you," he breathed. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Me too," Eleanor murmured, clutching his rough-soft hair in her fingers. "You won't leave me, will you?"
"Never," Mike muttered as he slid the exploring hand into her knickers.
An hour later, snuggled under the blue duvet with her head on Mike'schest, she thought ecstatically, 'He said he love me. '
She smiled dreamily and pushed her hips closer to Mike. 'I want to melt in him, ' she thought, 'so that we can never be parted. ' Eleanor hugged Mike closer, pressing one ear into his warm flesh to muffle the sounds of the road outside. Mike pressed her closer and fumbled for a cigarette and lit up, drawing the smoke into his lungs with happy sigh.
"That's awesome, guys, especially 2, 000 Hours," beckoned Eleanor. She handed them each a glass of water.
"Thanks, Elle." Billie took the glass and gulped down the water in matter of seconds.
"I know Elle, aren't we just the greatest band ever, especially ME," Tre said proudly. "I'm just the greatest drummer, huh? Besides that I'm sexy too." Tre wiggled his eyebrows and flashed an evil grin at Eleanor.
"Sure," Eleanor replied sarcastically.
"WHAT? You don't think I'm sexy?" Tre said pretending to be sad and pouted. "Oh, come on Elle. It doesn't mean that just because Mike's here, you can't admit that I'm sexy."
Eleanor pretended to think for a while and threw a pillow towards Tre. "Sorry, Tre. But NO," she joked.
Tre narrowly avoid the flying object and lunged at Eleanor. "NO," she screamed as he tickled her. She giggled and laughed and tried to detach Tre's hands.
"G...guys...a...a...l...lit...little...h...help...he...here," she struggled to speak in between laughs.
Mike chuckled and started towards Tre. Somehow he managed to get Tre off and dumped him on the couch opposite hers. She never knows that he had that much strength.
"Hey! Mike, you don't have to do that you know. You could have just ask me to stop," Tre scowled as he got off the couch.
"I'll get my revenge, Tre," Eleanor vowed and stood up, straightening her shirt.
At the other end of the room, Billie whistled. "Okay, guys. Enough fun, let's get back to business."
Everyone marched to their respectative instrument and waited for Billie's order. Eleanor went to the table and took the camera for more pictures.
**
Jack was out of town for 2 days, so Eleanor invited Mike over for dinner. It's seven-thirty and the doorbell rang as she placed the plate of spaghetti on the table and ran towards the door.
"Hey, gorgeous," Mike greeted and placed a soft kiss on Eleanors cheek.
"Hi, Mike. Come in." She took his jacket and hung it in the closet.
"What are we having tonight?" Mike asked curiously.
"Spaghetti."
"Smells good."
After the meal, Mike helped Eleanor to clean the dishes and ended up both of them half-soaked.
"See, what you have done now." She pointed at her clothes. Mike shrugged. She ignored him and walked towards the dining table and started to clean it.
Suddenly, a finger lifted her black hair from the back and she felt a warm mouth exploring the nape of her neck. Her spine exploded into shivers. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to blissful oblivion as Mike gently nibbled her ear.
"I'm sorry," murmured Mike. "I don't mean to make you mad." A moan escaped Eleanors throat.
After a while, Mike mumbled, "I love you, Elle." She smiled. "I love you too, Mike."
His lips started nibbling round her cheekbones. She stood stock still, terrified to move a muscle in case he stopped. Mike gently turned her round and pushed her trembling lips apart with his own. 'He smelt like soap, ' Eleanor thought, melting into his mouth and arms as her legs gave way beneath her.
Pressing her gently to him, Mike pushed a warm hand beneath her shirt and fondled her stiffening nipple.
"I've wanted you ever since the first time I laid my eyes on you," he breathed. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Me too," Eleanor murmured, clutching his rough-soft hair in her fingers. "You won't leave me, will you?"
"Never," Mike muttered as he slid the exploring hand into her knickers.
An hour later, snuggled under the blue duvet with her head on Mike'schest, she thought ecstatically, 'He said he love me. '
She smiled dreamily and pushed her hips closer to Mike. 'I want to melt in him, ' she thought, 'so that we can never be parted. ' Eleanor hugged Mike closer, pressing one ear into his warm flesh to muffle the sounds of the road outside. Mike pressed her closer and fumbled for a cigarette and lit up, drawing the smoke into his lungs with happy sigh.
