Mislead Accusations, chapter 8
Mike feels a hand pulling his hair, yanking his head up. He sees Billie Joe's face- grinning- for a second before his vision explodes in stars. The next thing he knows, Hands are yanking him upwards, and The blood is cold against his skin. His vision is blurry in his left eye, but through his right he sees Billie Joe clear as day, yanking his arm away from Tre. Tre's face is coverd in blood, and sheets of it still pour from his nose. A nice shiner covers Tre's right eye.
He has just enough time to think, 'I'll probably have one to match it,' when Billie Joe shoves hard enough to send Tre backwards, and pops Mike right in the mouth. He lets go to check on Tre and Mike's knees buckle below him.
Tre, seeing this, reaches toward hMike. Mike's eyes grow a little darker. Tre screams out, painfully, "MIKE, NOOOO... I... I love..." and Mike slips into unconciousness.
#---Later, at Tre's apartment--->
Tre walks over to the fridge, grabbing two beers. He saunters back over to the couch, and hops over, landing next to
~Billie Joe bends down to hit Mike again, and feels something grab at his ankle.
"No..." sobs Tre. He reaches up, and grabs Billie's arm. He pulls him self up quicker than Billie Joe would have expected, and shoves him. He takes one stumbling step forward and reaches out to backhand Billie. Billie stares, astonished...
'I...I come out here and rescue him, he's BLEEDING because of Mike, and he hates me? I love him, and he hates me?' Any further comment is cut off when Tre's hefty forearm strikes him across the head. Billie Joe rocks back, not ready for the hit at all, and lands in the sitting position.
Tre turns away from him and falls next to Mike. Tre pats Mike on the side of the face, gently rousing him.
"Mike, let's go..." Tre hooks an arm under Mike's, and slowly stands. The two lean against each other, and Tre supports Mike as they start to walk. Tre, as always the sturdier of the two, has recovered enough to shift Mike's weight to his own, makeing it easier for Mike to walk. They walk out of the alley.
Billie Joe stares after, amazed.~
Mike. Tre hands Mike the cold beer, and holds his own up to his nose. He has cleaned him self up mostly, but he realises his nose has started re-bleeding as he sees the smudge of blood on the bottle's label. Shrugging, Tre takes a drink. He sighs, and looks sideways at Mike. Mike stares over at him, a little red in the face. (A little red, and little blue, a little purple, but still blushing...)
"Tre?" he asks, and Tre looks back at Mike. Mike pauses for a second.
"Yeah, what is it?" Tre asks, running a hand under his nose. He hopes it will be an easy question... on he'll answer satisfactory-ly.
Mike shakes his head, holding his beer up to his eye, which is, by the by, THROBBING. "Well... How long HAVE you and Billie Joe been together?" He asks. Tre's color drains from his face.
"I told you, just today. ONLY today... And i wish, never." Tre looks at Mike, his eyes searching for any sign of belief. "Truthfully, Mike. Today."
Mike nods, satisfied for now. He opens his mouth again, wanting to say something, but he closes it again. He settles instead for a drink of his beer, when the doorbell sounds. Mike goes to rise, and Tre puts his hand on Mike's shoulder.
"I'll get it," He says, hopping over the back of the couch. He jogs over to the door and answers it, to see Billie Joe standing there. Tre puts a finger over his own mouth in a shushing gesture, and steps outside with Billie Joe.
He closes the door behind him, eyes all the while on Billie Joe. As soon as they hear the latch click shut behind him, Tre presses his lips against Billie Joe. Tre and Billie Joe stand there in the hallway, kissing. and Mike sits on the couch inside, finally trusting Tre.
And all the while, running through Tre's mind,
'Billie Joe is the better kisser.
Billie Joe tastes *good*."
He has just enough time to think, 'I'll probably have one to match it,' when Billie Joe shoves hard enough to send Tre backwards, and pops Mike right in the mouth. He lets go to check on Tre and Mike's knees buckle below him.
Tre, seeing this, reaches toward hMike. Mike's eyes grow a little darker. Tre screams out, painfully, "MIKE, NOOOO... I... I love..." and Mike slips into unconciousness.
#---Later, at Tre's apartment--->
Tre walks over to the fridge, grabbing two beers. He saunters back over to the couch, and hops over, landing next to
~Billie Joe bends down to hit Mike again, and feels something grab at his ankle.
"No..." sobs Tre. He reaches up, and grabs Billie's arm. He pulls him self up quicker than Billie Joe would have expected, and shoves him. He takes one stumbling step forward and reaches out to backhand Billie. Billie stares, astonished...
'I...I come out here and rescue him, he's BLEEDING because of Mike, and he hates me? I love him, and he hates me?' Any further comment is cut off when Tre's hefty forearm strikes him across the head. Billie Joe rocks back, not ready for the hit at all, and lands in the sitting position.
Tre turns away from him and falls next to Mike. Tre pats Mike on the side of the face, gently rousing him.
"Mike, let's go..." Tre hooks an arm under Mike's, and slowly stands. The two lean against each other, and Tre supports Mike as they start to walk. Tre, as always the sturdier of the two, has recovered enough to shift Mike's weight to his own, makeing it easier for Mike to walk. They walk out of the alley.
Billie Joe stares after, amazed.~
Mike. Tre hands Mike the cold beer, and holds his own up to his nose. He has cleaned him self up mostly, but he realises his nose has started re-bleeding as he sees the smudge of blood on the bottle's label. Shrugging, Tre takes a drink. He sighs, and looks sideways at Mike. Mike stares over at him, a little red in the face. (A little red, and little blue, a little purple, but still blushing...)
"Tre?" he asks, and Tre looks back at Mike. Mike pauses for a second.
"Yeah, what is it?" Tre asks, running a hand under his nose. He hopes it will be an easy question... on he'll answer satisfactory-ly.
Mike shakes his head, holding his beer up to his eye, which is, by the by, THROBBING. "Well... How long HAVE you and Billie Joe been together?" He asks. Tre's color drains from his face.
"I told you, just today. ONLY today... And i wish, never." Tre looks at Mike, his eyes searching for any sign of belief. "Truthfully, Mike. Today."
Mike nods, satisfied for now. He opens his mouth again, wanting to say something, but he closes it again. He settles instead for a drink of his beer, when the doorbell sounds. Mike goes to rise, and Tre puts his hand on Mike's shoulder.
"I'll get it," He says, hopping over the back of the couch. He jogs over to the door and answers it, to see Billie Joe standing there. Tre puts a finger over his own mouth in a shushing gesture, and steps outside with Billie Joe.
He closes the door behind him, eyes all the while on Billie Joe. As soon as they hear the latch click shut behind him, Tre presses his lips against Billie Joe. Tre and Billie Joe stand there in the hallway, kissing. and Mike sits on the couch inside, finally trusting Tre.
And all the while, running through Tre's mind,
'Billie Joe is the better kisser.
Billie Joe tastes *good*."
