Mrs. Mike, chapter 1
I am Mrs. Mike. It's not a lie, it's not a joke, but I am Mrs. Mike.
It all started last year when I met Green Day outside the concert. Cool, I thought. Billie Joe was my fave, he was cool. Tré Cool was nice too, but a little on the strange side. And Mike Dirnt was there too. He looked casual about the fact he was the bassist of the most famous punk band at the moment. I got Billie and Tré's autographs and they said they had to go to some meeting. Strange, I know. Mike and I were left alone. I was really worried and realised that my stomach was starting to flip over and over. I mean, it's not every day you meet your future husband, is it? And I did, and had wanted to for a few years, get married to Mike. Oh my god, I thought. How embarrassing. I thought I should maybe hug him, or ask for an autograph or something like that. But I just stood there awkwardly. He looked pretty embarrassed as well, which made me feel slightly better. "So... " I said. I was in love with him, and I needed to tell him. But then another thought came into my head and reminded me I'd seen him with his girlfriend at some fancy awards bash on TV. No, don't go there, don't go there, I thought to myself. I knew I was going to say something to break the silence eventually, but I couldn't have imagined such a comment... I couldn't control what I said next. It was as though I had word-vomit! "So, what's up with you and your girlfriend?" I blurted out. Immediately after I said it, I panicked. I felt like such an idiot. I couldn't believe what a fool I'd been, blurting out something so embarrassing it was beyond my control. Mike suddenly looked upset didn't say anything for a while, but then he said, "We broke up - you know, for the best and everything, our relationship was just a friendship after all. I'm only sad because I wasted months thinking we were more than friends, but we weren't. I'm moving on." As he said it his eyes grew wide as they looked into mine, and I could sense that he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. We just stood there, looking at each other. To try and cover my embarrassment I said jokily, "Got anybody in mind then?" He laughed: "Well, I wouldn't mind going out with... with you." I gasped. Then Mike looked more embarrassed than he had the whole time we'd been standing there and said, "I'm supposed to be at that meeting, Billie will kill me if I don't turn up!" Everything felt really surreal. The whole thing, I mean. My dream was about to come true, but I was stuck for words. "Well, Mike, I guess this is goodbye," I said sadly. We hugged for a moment, and sparks flew, then he shouted, "Bye!" as he was running to his car. I watched him drive away, and when he turned the corner I started to walk home.
That night, lying alone in bed I cried my eyes out. How could I let the love of my life, Mike, just walk away like that? How could I have let that happen? There were so many questions to be answered. What if he found somebody else and forgot about me? That was it. I suddenly felt a very sudden splurge of excitement; I had an idea! I leapt out of my bed, and got my laptop. Yep, that's right: I bought a ticket on eBay for the concert the very next day, at the same place, ready to meet up with Mike in the morning. And afterwards I felt my dream was almost fulfilled, and slept with great ease.
The phone ringing woke me up in the morning, like an alarm. I grabbed the phone and croaked, "Hello?" It was my friend Imo. She started telling me I should hate that band Green Day, and complaining about them. But I was only half listening. I was putting on a beautiful dress, red and strapless, with silver writing that read "Mrs. Mike" across the chest. I'd painted the words on with sparkly nail polish. With it, I wore cherry-red heels and had a bag which matched the dress and shoes, and the cute tiny bag was the ultimate fashion accessory for meeting up with your future husband! I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair, put on some make-up and ran out of the door. I locked it behind me, and walked to my car. I got in and drove off. It took me a whole hour to get to Wembley Arena, and I collected my ticket from a lady who was waiting outside. I went in, and the concert was fabulous. But there was no enthusiasm on Mike's behalf. He looked really upset as he tried to play his bass, and I kept shouting "Mike! MIKE!" but he couldn't hear me. At the end of the concert, I raced outside, and went to the local kebab shop and bought a kebab to pass the time. I then waiting outside the tour bus for Mike to turn up. After 2 hours, when everyone was gone and it was pitch black, Billie Joe, Mike and Tré strolled over to the tour bus. Okay, I thought. This was a very weird situation. But there was one thing that just had to be done. Mike must have spotted me because he ran over and said, "I love you!" I hugged him and screamed, "I love you too!" and we both ran off. And a year later, Mike and I celebrated our beautiful wedding, and earlier this month I found out I was pregnant with his child. Wow! And that's how I'm Mrs. Mike.
It all started last year when I met Green Day outside the concert. Cool, I thought. Billie Joe was my fave, he was cool. Tré Cool was nice too, but a little on the strange side. And Mike Dirnt was there too. He looked casual about the fact he was the bassist of the most famous punk band at the moment. I got Billie and Tré's autographs and they said they had to go to some meeting. Strange, I know. Mike and I were left alone. I was really worried and realised that my stomach was starting to flip over and over. I mean, it's not every day you meet your future husband, is it? And I did, and had wanted to for a few years, get married to Mike. Oh my god, I thought. How embarrassing. I thought I should maybe hug him, or ask for an autograph or something like that. But I just stood there awkwardly. He looked pretty embarrassed as well, which made me feel slightly better. "So... " I said. I was in love with him, and I needed to tell him. But then another thought came into my head and reminded me I'd seen him with his girlfriend at some fancy awards bash on TV. No, don't go there, don't go there, I thought to myself. I knew I was going to say something to break the silence eventually, but I couldn't have imagined such a comment... I couldn't control what I said next. It was as though I had word-vomit! "So, what's up with you and your girlfriend?" I blurted out. Immediately after I said it, I panicked. I felt like such an idiot. I couldn't believe what a fool I'd been, blurting out something so embarrassing it was beyond my control. Mike suddenly looked upset didn't say anything for a while, but then he said, "We broke up - you know, for the best and everything, our relationship was just a friendship after all. I'm only sad because I wasted months thinking we were more than friends, but we weren't. I'm moving on." As he said it his eyes grew wide as they looked into mine, and I could sense that he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. We just stood there, looking at each other. To try and cover my embarrassment I said jokily, "Got anybody in mind then?" He laughed: "Well, I wouldn't mind going out with... with you." I gasped. Then Mike looked more embarrassed than he had the whole time we'd been standing there and said, "I'm supposed to be at that meeting, Billie will kill me if I don't turn up!" Everything felt really surreal. The whole thing, I mean. My dream was about to come true, but I was stuck for words. "Well, Mike, I guess this is goodbye," I said sadly. We hugged for a moment, and sparks flew, then he shouted, "Bye!" as he was running to his car. I watched him drive away, and when he turned the corner I started to walk home.
That night, lying alone in bed I cried my eyes out. How could I let the love of my life, Mike, just walk away like that? How could I have let that happen? There were so many questions to be answered. What if he found somebody else and forgot about me? That was it. I suddenly felt a very sudden splurge of excitement; I had an idea! I leapt out of my bed, and got my laptop. Yep, that's right: I bought a ticket on eBay for the concert the very next day, at the same place, ready to meet up with Mike in the morning. And afterwards I felt my dream was almost fulfilled, and slept with great ease.
The phone ringing woke me up in the morning, like an alarm. I grabbed the phone and croaked, "Hello?" It was my friend Imo. She started telling me I should hate that band Green Day, and complaining about them. But I was only half listening. I was putting on a beautiful dress, red and strapless, with silver writing that read "Mrs. Mike" across the chest. I'd painted the words on with sparkly nail polish. With it, I wore cherry-red heels and had a bag which matched the dress and shoes, and the cute tiny bag was the ultimate fashion accessory for meeting up with your future husband! I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair, put on some make-up and ran out of the door. I locked it behind me, and walked to my car. I got in and drove off. It took me a whole hour to get to Wembley Arena, and I collected my ticket from a lady who was waiting outside. I went in, and the concert was fabulous. But there was no enthusiasm on Mike's behalf. He looked really upset as he tried to play his bass, and I kept shouting "Mike! MIKE!" but he couldn't hear me. At the end of the concert, I raced outside, and went to the local kebab shop and bought a kebab to pass the time. I then waiting outside the tour bus for Mike to turn up. After 2 hours, when everyone was gone and it was pitch black, Billie Joe, Mike and Tré strolled over to the tour bus. Okay, I thought. This was a very weird situation. But there was one thing that just had to be done. Mike must have spotted me because he ran over and said, "I love you!" I hugged him and screamed, "I love you too!" and we both ran off. And a year later, Mike and I celebrated our beautiful wedding, and earlier this month I found out I was pregnant with his child. Wow! And that's how I'm Mrs. Mike.
