This Love Drives Me Into Madness, chapter 18
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-March 17, 2006-
-Erin's P.O.V.-
"Happy Saint Patty's Day everybody!" I yelled as I stepped out of my room.
"Erin, no one's here. The party's not 'till later," Briana said, coming up the stairs.
"Oh yeah... " I yawned, "Aw, DAMMIT! STUPID MOTHER FUCKING MONKEY PISS!" I grabbed my lip.
"Ring?"
"Yeah..."
"Get over it. I dealt with it, too."
"Fine... got any peroxide?" I asked.
"It's in the bathroom," Bri sighed.
I walked into the bathroom and got out a cotton ball and the bottle of peroxide.
After wetting the bottonball with the liquid, I lifted it up to my lip piercing, "SON OF A BITCH!"
**
-Billie Joe's P.O.V.-
Adrienne and I waited outside of Briana and Erin's house. Apparently, Saint Patrick's Day was pretty important to them. I had no problem with it. I thought it was pretty cool.
The front door opened and Erin stood there with a huge smile on her face. Her side bangs were a bright green and the rest of her hair was black and green striped. She was wearing jeans that were ripped at the knee, the thigh, and the ankle--along with fishnet leggins underneathe. A Flogging Mollys shirt was worn tight around her upper-body and jelly bracelettes wrapped around her wrists. "Happy Sain't Patty's Day!" she greeted with an Irish accent.
"Hello, hello," I said as Adie and I stepped inside.
Tre and Mike were already here, along with other people that I didn't know.
"Hey, guys!" Briana exclaimed with a huge grin as she came downstairs.
"Hey," Adrienne grinned back.
"Party's downstairs in the basement, so I dunno why everyone's up here," Bri shrugged.
"One second... " I trailed off, "EVERYBODY! GET YER' ASSES DOWNSTAIRS, NOW!" Everyone turned and stared. "Please?"
**
-Erin's P.O.V.-[b]
"You guys have green beer!" Tre exclaimed when he made it downstairs.
"Yep," I said.
"Awesome!"
"Yeah... " the doorbell rang, "I'll get it!"
I ran upstairs and answered the door.
"Is this the residence of Charlie and Briana?" the shadowed man asked.
"Yes... " I replied slowly.
He stepped into the light and smiled, "Cool."
"Holy shit!" I gasped and pointed, "You're Bert! Bert McCracken!"
"Yep," he said, "And these guys are Gerard, Frank, Matt S., Zacky, Matt G., Synyster, Lacey, Shaun, Casey--"
"Did you say Casey?" I interrupted.
"Aye," same a woman's voice, "he did." She had a slight Australian accent. And as Casey walked up in front of the crowd, I noticed she looked like Gerard Way's twin.
"From... Melbourne?" I questioned.
"Aye."
"CASEY!" I jumped up and hugged her.
"Um... hi... "
I pulled away, "Don't you remember me? You know... Erin?"
"Erin... " Casey murmured, "... ERIN!"
[b]**
-Briana's P.O.V.-
"Be right back, Ian," I stated, staggering up the stairs. Nope. I wasn't sober. At all.
I took a sip of the alcohol-induced drink, now stepping into the hallway that led to the bathrooms. Suddenly, without notice, I ran into someone on the way.
"Holy-geeze, Bri. I'm so sorry."
I recognized that voice. But I still couldn't get an idea of who it was. I was so dazed from the drink, that I couldn't even see who owned the voice. Then, finally, it was all clear.
I giggled, "Hey, Mike."
"Yeah... uh, hi," he said, "Er... I gotta go."
I felt his arm brush passed mine.
"Wait," I quickly swooped around and grasped his arm, "Why you 'voiding me?"
"Avoiding you?" Mike enquired, "I'm not avoiding you."
"Yez, you awe," I slurred.
"No. I'm not."
"Yes. You awe."
"Bri, I don't want to argue with you," Mike whispered, "You're drunk."
"Ha! And yo not?" I laughed.
"No. I'm not," he answered.
"Oh."
"Yeah. That's what I thought," he started to walk away once again.
I sighed, "Mike... you awct so angwy 'round me. Why?"
"I'm not angry."
"Pease don' lie," I begged.
"Bri, can I just go?" Mike asked.
"No. Answer me!" I began to cry.
"Briana! I'm not going to answer to a drunk who doesn't unserstand!"
"I can understand!" I fell to the carpet-covered floor as I cried harder, dropping my empty cup on the way.
"No you can't," Mike became calm. He kneeled down beside me and held me close. "I'm sorry."
"Is okayy," I sniffed. "But I--I weally want to know."
I looked up to come face to face with him.
"I'm not angry," Mike murmured. "But I can't say I'm not avoiding you."
"Den, whyz you 'voiding me?" I asked.
"Because... " he continued, "I can't have you."
I stared at him with a black expression on my face.
"See?" he said, "You don't unserstand."
"Yes, I do," I replied, as if I was sober.
Of course, the average drunk person doesn't understand a thing, and they just laugh. But I'm not average. I'm not normal. I'm a person who can understand about everything. And right now, I was trying my hard to do so.
"I sorry," I muttered.
"Don't be," Mike stated before standing up.
He left.
-Erin's P.O.V.-
Everyone. Drunk. It was sooo awesome. Except for the depressed Bri, who wouldn't tell me what was wrong. "You won't understand", that's what she'd keep saying.
I felt bad. I didn't know what to do, or say. All I knew, is that someone or something had hurt her bad. Or maybe it was just the alcohol talking.
I went into the garage to get mor drinks so I could fill up the cooler. It was dark and a bit cold. In the corner, I could see a small blunt of light. Apparently, a lit ciggarette. I turned on the light.
"Ian?"
"Mhm?" he hummed, taking a long drag.
"What are you doing in here?" I enquired.
"What does it look like?"
Retorical question...
"Nevermind," I said.
I walked over to the fridge that stood next to Ian. Opening it, grabbed two cases of beer.
"Do you know what's wrong with Bri?" I asked.
"Nope," he answered.
"Maybe Mike knows... " I trailed off, "Have you seen him?"
"He left a short while ago."
"Oh," I muttered. "The bastard didn't even say goodbye."
"Ah, be nice. The dude looked depressed when he left," Ian stated.
I froze, "I gotta go."
I ran downsairs and found Bri, still sitting slumped on the couch. I sat down next to her.
"Bri..." I started. "Did something happen between you and Mike?"
-Erin's P.O.V.-
"Happy Saint Patty's Day everybody!" I yelled as I stepped out of my room.
"Erin, no one's here. The party's not 'till later," Briana said, coming up the stairs.
"Oh yeah... " I yawned, "Aw, DAMMIT! STUPID MOTHER FUCKING MONKEY PISS!" I grabbed my lip.
"Ring?"
"Yeah..."
"Get over it. I dealt with it, too."
"Fine... got any peroxide?" I asked.
"It's in the bathroom," Bri sighed.
I walked into the bathroom and got out a cotton ball and the bottle of peroxide.
After wetting the bottonball with the liquid, I lifted it up to my lip piercing, "SON OF A BITCH!"
**
-Billie Joe's P.O.V.-
Adrienne and I waited outside of Briana and Erin's house. Apparently, Saint Patrick's Day was pretty important to them. I had no problem with it. I thought it was pretty cool.
The front door opened and Erin stood there with a huge smile on her face. Her side bangs were a bright green and the rest of her hair was black and green striped. She was wearing jeans that were ripped at the knee, the thigh, and the ankle--along with fishnet leggins underneathe. A Flogging Mollys shirt was worn tight around her upper-body and jelly bracelettes wrapped around her wrists. "Happy Sain't Patty's Day!" she greeted with an Irish accent.
"Hello, hello," I said as Adie and I stepped inside.
Tre and Mike were already here, along with other people that I didn't know.
"Hey, guys!" Briana exclaimed with a huge grin as she came downstairs.
"Hey," Adrienne grinned back.
"Party's downstairs in the basement, so I dunno why everyone's up here," Bri shrugged.
"One second... " I trailed off, "EVERYBODY! GET YER' ASSES DOWNSTAIRS, NOW!" Everyone turned and stared. "Please?"
**
-Erin's P.O.V.-[b]
"You guys have green beer!" Tre exclaimed when he made it downstairs.
"Yep," I said.
"Awesome!"
"Yeah... " the doorbell rang, "I'll get it!"
I ran upstairs and answered the door.
"Is this the residence of Charlie and Briana?" the shadowed man asked.
"Yes... " I replied slowly.
He stepped into the light and smiled, "Cool."
"Holy shit!" I gasped and pointed, "You're Bert! Bert McCracken!"
"Yep," he said, "And these guys are Gerard, Frank, Matt S., Zacky, Matt G., Synyster, Lacey, Shaun, Casey--"
"Did you say Casey?" I interrupted.
"Aye," same a woman's voice, "he did." She had a slight Australian accent. And as Casey walked up in front of the crowd, I noticed she looked like Gerard Way's twin.
"From... Melbourne?" I questioned.
"Aye."
"CASEY!" I jumped up and hugged her.
"Um... hi... "
I pulled away, "Don't you remember me? You know... Erin?"
"Erin... " Casey murmured, "... ERIN!"
[b]**
-Briana's P.O.V.-
"Be right back, Ian," I stated, staggering up the stairs. Nope. I wasn't sober. At all.
I took a sip of the alcohol-induced drink, now stepping into the hallway that led to the bathrooms. Suddenly, without notice, I ran into someone on the way.
"Holy-geeze, Bri. I'm so sorry."
I recognized that voice. But I still couldn't get an idea of who it was. I was so dazed from the drink, that I couldn't even see who owned the voice. Then, finally, it was all clear.
I giggled, "Hey, Mike."
"Yeah... uh, hi," he said, "Er... I gotta go."
I felt his arm brush passed mine.
"Wait," I quickly swooped around and grasped his arm, "Why you 'voiding me?"
"Avoiding you?" Mike enquired, "I'm not avoiding you."
"Yez, you awe," I slurred.
"No. I'm not."
"Yes. You awe."
"Bri, I don't want to argue with you," Mike whispered, "You're drunk."
"Ha! And yo not?" I laughed.
"No. I'm not," he answered.
"Oh."
"Yeah. That's what I thought," he started to walk away once again.
I sighed, "Mike... you awct so angwy 'round me. Why?"
"I'm not angry."
"Pease don' lie," I begged.
"Bri, can I just go?" Mike asked.
"No. Answer me!" I began to cry.
"Briana! I'm not going to answer to a drunk who doesn't unserstand!"
"I can understand!" I fell to the carpet-covered floor as I cried harder, dropping my empty cup on the way.
"No you can't," Mike became calm. He kneeled down beside me and held me close. "I'm sorry."
"Is okayy," I sniffed. "But I--I weally want to know."
I looked up to come face to face with him.
"I'm not angry," Mike murmured. "But I can't say I'm not avoiding you."
"Den, whyz you 'voiding me?" I asked.
"Because... " he continued, "I can't have you."
I stared at him with a black expression on my face.
"See?" he said, "You don't unserstand."
"Yes, I do," I replied, as if I was sober.
Of course, the average drunk person doesn't understand a thing, and they just laugh. But I'm not average. I'm not normal. I'm a person who can understand about everything. And right now, I was trying my hard to do so.
"I sorry," I muttered.
"Don't be," Mike stated before standing up.
He left.
-Erin's P.O.V.-
Everyone. Drunk. It was sooo awesome. Except for the depressed Bri, who wouldn't tell me what was wrong. "You won't understand", that's what she'd keep saying.
I felt bad. I didn't know what to do, or say. All I knew, is that someone or something had hurt her bad. Or maybe it was just the alcohol talking.
I went into the garage to get mor drinks so I could fill up the cooler. It was dark and a bit cold. In the corner, I could see a small blunt of light. Apparently, a lit ciggarette. I turned on the light.
"Ian?"
"Mhm?" he hummed, taking a long drag.
"What are you doing in here?" I enquired.
"What does it look like?"
Retorical question...
"Nevermind," I said.
I walked over to the fridge that stood next to Ian. Opening it, grabbed two cases of beer.
"Do you know what's wrong with Bri?" I asked.
"Nope," he answered.
"Maybe Mike knows... " I trailed off, "Have you seen him?"
"He left a short while ago."
"Oh," I muttered. "The bastard didn't even say goodbye."
"Ah, be nice. The dude looked depressed when he left," Ian stated.
I froze, "I gotta go."
I ran downsairs and found Bri, still sitting slumped on the couch. I sat down next to her.
"Bri..." I started. "Did something happen between you and Mike?"
