Blue Crush Is Our Name...And Don't You Fucking Wear It Out, chapter 14
Flashback! With that said, I just sat there with her in my arms, wishing that that moment would last forever, as cheesy as that sounds.
End Of Flashback!
Mike's POV:
So like I said, I sat there for a long time with her in my arms. After a while, the guys came in.
"Hey guys." Shelby said.
"Thank God you're OK! We were so worried," everyone said.
"Well, I can't lie. I was pretty freaked myself." I replied.
"What happened anyway?"
"Well, I went to the bathroom in the movie theater. I walked in and Jimmy, my ex, was standing there. I told him to go away, but he didn't listen. He yelled at me for leaving him and he told me it was him that pushed me off the balcony. After he said that, he pulled out a knife and stabbed me. That's all I remember."
"What a bastard. He's sooooo going down." Tré and Ian said.
"Thanks guys. Fuck, he stabbed me pretty damn deep. It hurts like a motherfucker..."
"That sucks man." Tré said.
"What did Jimmy do to you before you broke up?" I asked.
"Probably everything nasty and violent under the sun. I tried to talk to the police, but they didn't believe me. He's punched me, kicked me, cut me. He broke my leg the one time. Fuck, I hate him."
"So do we. I'm gonna make sure that he gets caught and punished for everything he's done to you." I said.
"Thanks Mike."
"No prob."
"Well, I'm sure you're tired as hell Sheebs, so we'll get outta here, OK?" Billie Joe said.
"Sure, that's fine. I am pretty tired."
"OK, we'll see ya later Sheebs. Hang in there." Tré said.
"Aren't you coming Mike?" Ian asked.
"No, I'm gonna stay a little longer." I replied.
"OK, see ya guys!" they said.
"Bye."
After they left, Sheebs and I had a really long and random conversation about stupid things we did when we were younger.
"I put marshmallows in the microwave once to try and toast them," she said.
"Smooth move...I jumped of a trampoline once and did a flip into a pool...but I landed on my head."
"Ouch...and how much brain damage did that cause Mike?"
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...A shitload."
"I don't think it did, you're the smartest one in your band, according to a lot of people."
"Thanks Sheebs."
"No prob. I ran into a dumpster once. That motherfucker was hard."
"How did you do that?" I asked laughing.
"I was running and I turned around to talk to one of my friends. I was paying attention to where I was going, and BAM! I nailed my head on a piece of it that was sticking out."
"Ouch. I got two teeth knocked out at Woodstock."
"I know, I heard about that on TV. That security guard must've been pretty damn stupid."
"Yea, he was."
"Shit, I'm tired. Are you?" Sheebs asked me.
"Yea, today really drained me."
"Yea same here."
"I'm gonna stay here if you don't mind."
"That would be nice, but if you want to go home, that's fine."
"No. I'll stay."
I sat down on the chair beside her bed and closed my eyes, because there wasn't another bed in the room.
"Mike, don't be ridiculous. That chair looks like it's uncomfortable as hell. I'll ask the nurse to grab you an extra bed."
"I don't want to get in your way. And what if the doctors have to do something in the middle of the night?"
"You won't be in the way, don't worry. And as for the doctors, fuck 'em. They can walk around to the other side."
"OK, if you want some company then." I said laughing.
So the nurse brought a bed in (luckily, they had enough beds) and put it beside Sheebs'. We both said goodnight and fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows, hand in hand.
End Of Flashback!
Mike's POV:
So like I said, I sat there for a long time with her in my arms. After a while, the guys came in.
"Hey guys." Shelby said.
"Thank God you're OK! We were so worried," everyone said.
"Well, I can't lie. I was pretty freaked myself." I replied.
"What happened anyway?"
"Well, I went to the bathroom in the movie theater. I walked in and Jimmy, my ex, was standing there. I told him to go away, but he didn't listen. He yelled at me for leaving him and he told me it was him that pushed me off the balcony. After he said that, he pulled out a knife and stabbed me. That's all I remember."
"What a bastard. He's sooooo going down." Tré and Ian said.
"Thanks guys. Fuck, he stabbed me pretty damn deep. It hurts like a motherfucker..."
"That sucks man." Tré said.
"What did Jimmy do to you before you broke up?" I asked.
"Probably everything nasty and violent under the sun. I tried to talk to the police, but they didn't believe me. He's punched me, kicked me, cut me. He broke my leg the one time. Fuck, I hate him."
"So do we. I'm gonna make sure that he gets caught and punished for everything he's done to you." I said.
"Thanks Mike."
"No prob."
"Well, I'm sure you're tired as hell Sheebs, so we'll get outta here, OK?" Billie Joe said.
"Sure, that's fine. I am pretty tired."
"OK, we'll see ya later Sheebs. Hang in there." Tré said.
"Aren't you coming Mike?" Ian asked.
"No, I'm gonna stay a little longer." I replied.
"OK, see ya guys!" they said.
"Bye."
After they left, Sheebs and I had a really long and random conversation about stupid things we did when we were younger.
"I put marshmallows in the microwave once to try and toast them," she said.
"Smooth move...I jumped of a trampoline once and did a flip into a pool...but I landed on my head."
"Ouch...and how much brain damage did that cause Mike?"
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...A shitload."
"I don't think it did, you're the smartest one in your band, according to a lot of people."
"Thanks Sheebs."
"No prob. I ran into a dumpster once. That motherfucker was hard."
"How did you do that?" I asked laughing.
"I was running and I turned around to talk to one of my friends. I was paying attention to where I was going, and BAM! I nailed my head on a piece of it that was sticking out."
"Ouch. I got two teeth knocked out at Woodstock."
"I know, I heard about that on TV. That security guard must've been pretty damn stupid."
"Yea, he was."
"Shit, I'm tired. Are you?" Sheebs asked me.
"Yea, today really drained me."
"Yea same here."
"I'm gonna stay here if you don't mind."
"That would be nice, but if you want to go home, that's fine."
"No. I'll stay."
I sat down on the chair beside her bed and closed my eyes, because there wasn't another bed in the room.
"Mike, don't be ridiculous. That chair looks like it's uncomfortable as hell. I'll ask the nurse to grab you an extra bed."
"I don't want to get in your way. And what if the doctors have to do something in the middle of the night?"
"You won't be in the way, don't worry. And as for the doctors, fuck 'em. They can walk around to the other side."
"OK, if you want some company then." I said laughing.
So the nurse brought a bed in (luckily, they had enough beds) and put it beside Sheebs'. We both said goodnight and fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows, hand in hand.
