This Love Drives Me Into Madness, chapter 4

-Briana's P. O. V. -

Ugh... My head...

My eyes opened slightly as I propped myself up with my elbows against the floor. I looked around, adjusting to the sunlight beaming through the partially closed blinds. Where was I? How did I get here? Who was with me? All those questions filled my mind while my eyes wandered around what seemed to be a livingroom.

"Uh..." I heard a groan.

I jumped at the sound and shifted my gaze over to a long, black leather couch. There, lay Erin stretching out her arms and legs. Her green hair was all frizzy and knotted, and dark circles outlined her eyes. I couldn't specify whether the dark circles were from her smudged eyeliner or just fatigue. Her tan, Beatles t-shirt and blue, faded jeans were wrinkled to the highest amount. As well as her black and white stripey socks.

Erin tried sitting up, but was just pulled back down. That's when I realized a tan, muscular arm was wrapped tightly around her waist.

"Briana... Help," she struggled to say.

I quickly jumped to my feet and hopped over to her. I still had no clue who's arm was holding her down.

"Who is that?" I asked, a little above a whisper.

"Who is what?" Erin looked behind her, "Holy shi--" She cut herself off as she toppled over the couch, knocking me down.

"Ow..." I murmured.

"Sorry," she smiled innocently.

I looked back over to the couch to see a brown, messy-haired man stirring awake.

"Hey..." he muttered, sitting up on the couch.

"Who are you?" I inquired.

The man stared at me blankly, "Tre..."

"Oh."

He still just stared at me.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, realizing who it was, "Sorry... I couldn't remember who you were... And the way you look, kind of... Made me not realize that you were Tre."

"Wait! How do I look?" Tre asked.

"Dead," Erin stated, "Your guyliner is smudged all over your face--"

"Well, same with you!" Tre screeched.

"WHAT?!" she retorted before sprinting off to the bathrrom.

"That wasn't her point," I sighed, "Other than the guyliner, your hair is all messy and partially white--"

"AH! I'm growing OLD!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Billie called from the kitchen, "I'm trying to sleep!"

"Sorry!" I yelled, "Anyway... Tre, you're not growing old. It's hardened hair gel. May I also add that your clothes are all wrinkled."

"Phew..." Tre sighed in relief, "I thought I was getting ol-ol-ol--"

"Old?"

"Don't say that!" he commanded.

"I said shut up!" Billie hollared, pounding out of the kitchen, "Can't a guy with a bad hangover get some decent rest around here?"

"No," Tre stated, "Definately not here."

"Not my point!" scolded Billie, "I'm surprised you haven't woken up Sarah, Mike, or Adrienne yet!"

"Where are they anyway?" I wondered.

The front door burst open, Mike and Sarah stomped inside.

"Mike!" she screamed, "Who is she?! Why won't you fucking tell me?!"

"Because!" Mike retorted, "She's... She's no one important..."

"How is she not important?! You're not telling me her name! You're-you're not explaining to me what exactly happened! And that makes me think that there's something going on between the two of you!"

"So, you're saying you can't trust me?!" Mike cried out, "Now how do I know if things are going on between you and someone else?!"

"Now, you're saying you can't trust ME!"

"Yeah! For all I know, you're telling me you can't trust me so you make me feel dishonest, while you cover up some relationshit=p with another person!" he hollared.

"Well, you know what?! --wait. Huh?" Sarah had that confused look on her face, "Nevermind! This. Is. Over! Done! Flushed down the piss can! Washed down the drain!" She pulled the diamond ring off her finger and threw it to the floor. "You can keep your damned ring."

Sarah, then, bursted out the door and slammed it shut behind her.

"Over sensitive bitch," Mike muttered before looking at us. We were all just staring at him.

"Okay..." Tre began, "Who wants coffee?"

"Tre..." I punched him in the knee.

"Oh, it's okay. Coffee'll do me some good," Mike said.

"Sorry to change the subject guys... But, where's Adie?" Billie asked us all. It was still sort of awkward.

"Hey guys," we heard two woman's voices. We turned to see Adrienne and Erin stepping into the room. "What'd we miss?"


-Later That Evening-


Everyone was as happy as one could be. Atleast it seemed like it. Mike was smiling... And drinking proudly. The rest of us... Were sober.

"Mike... Are you sure you're alright?" Adrienne questioned.

"Yiz'em," he slurred, taking another swig of booze.

"Bri..." Erin whispered in my ear, "Mike's scaring me."

"Why?" I asked.

"Be--"

"Are you sure you're okay, Mikey?" Adrienne inquired.

"I said I'm fwine!" he scolded, throwing the bottle to the floor, "Stop awcting like yous cawe 'bout me! I knows you don'ts! Soz fucks zoff!" Mike shot up from his spot on the couch and stomped off into a room down the hallway.

"Because of stuff like that," Erin finished her sentence.

"I-I have to a-agree," I stuttered.

"So much for being such a nice guy," she commented.

"Well he's way beyond tipsy. What do you expect?"

"A drunk..." Erin muttered, "Nice guy."

I sighed and spoke up, "It's all my fault."

"What are you talking about?" Adrienne looked at me.

"It's my fault for making Mike and Sarah end their relationship. I'm the girl they were talking about," I answered.

"How do you mean?"

"The other day I literally bumped into him and he bought me a coffee and a late--"

"You didn't tell me that Mike bought my late!" Erin exclaimed. We all looked at her. "And your coffee..."

"It wasn't important," I said, "But I am the reason their relationship has ended!"

"Don't think that," Adrienne kneeled down next to me, "You didn't do anything... It's his fault. He wouldn't tell Sarah who you were. And she's a bit too overreactive."

Adrienne's right. I still feel so guilty.

"You're right," I muttered.

"I'm always right," she smile. They all broke out into a git of giggles. I didn't even grin.

My eyes were sort of swelled with meaningless tears and my head was a little achey. I knew that this wasn't anything to actually cry over, but I get so emotional.

"Bri," Erin started, "Suck it up."

"Hey! Don't be so mean," Tre said in a childish voice, "Comfort her! She's your friend!"

"Well, what do you expect?!" she exclaimed, "She says it to me all the time!... And she always helped me with my problems when we were young. Isn't that right, MiKeH?"

"Huh? Who's MiKeH?" Tre questioned.

"Omigosh..." I chuckled, wiping a tear from my eye, "You haven't called me that in years."

"Oh... So you're MiKeH..." Tre continued, "Why?"

"Uh... I forget...?"

Erin sighed and rolled her eyes, "When we were younger, Bri and I were totally obsessed with you guys. So was our friend, Kara. And one night at MiKeH's house, Kara, her, and I were trying to make up funny stories about you guys... --"

"Yeah... It included a toaster and a lampshade, too," Briana cut in.

"Mhm... And we chose we wanted to be... I, unfortunately, chose to be the idiot--"

"Billie! Erin chose you!" Tre retorted.

"Wrong, Tre. I chose you," said Erin, "Billie, Kara chose you. And so, Briana picked M--"

"Jason!"

"No, Tre," I told him, "I chose Mike. And after awhile of playing this game, we realized that we were like the one's we picked."

"So we called eachother those names for a loonnngg time," Erin stated.

"Wow," Tre said emotionless, "Nice to know someone was obsessed with me."

"Erin still is," I chuckled.

"Omigosh... Shut your face," she replied.

"Now, girls, play nice."

"Shut up!" Erin and I yelled in unison, then breaking out into a fit of laughter.

"Um..." I stood up, "I'm going to use the bathroom."

"Alright," Tre said, "MiKeH."

I sighed, walking into the hallway, where no one could see me. I wasn't sure if I shoud do what I was just about to do... But I'd just have to wait and see...