Castaway, chapter 3
"What's up?" she asked.
"Let's go dance!"
"Well..." she gave Jane a helpless look. But her best friend dove of into the crowd with a devious smile.
"... All right then!"
They arrived on the dance-floor as 'Boys of Summer' playing. Though she felt a bit uncomfortable, Mary loved dancing with Matt. Since the time they first met they seamed to have an unusual understanding for each other and also, another important aspect to Mary, they had the same sick sense of humor. The only problem was that Matt seemed to have a lot of problems that he wouldn't let anyone in on. Mary felt that he was even worse than her. And as a result to these problems, one of them being that his mother died a terrible death of cancer (But Mary just knew that there was more) just a few years ago, he seemed to be developing a drinking problem which was slowly getting Mary and the others seriously worried. But it was difficult to do anything because when they tried, he would just completely shut down and not be talking to them for ages, only to come back after some time acting as if nothing had ever happened. Mary thought that his moods where even worse than those of her English teacher who was just going through the very highs and lows of a midlife-crisis. But in a very strange way that's one of the things that made her love him.
But to her the only thing that counted was right now, that she was right there with him on that dance-floor just having a blast. She snorted of laughter because Matt was just doing some moves รก la 'John Travolta,' managing to make them look even more ridiculous than they actually were.
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"Can I bring Ya anythin' else?" the waitress took out pen and paper while chewing on her gum irritatingly.
"Yeah I'll have another beer."
"How 'bout you sweetie?" she gave Mike an admiring look only to receive rolling eyes in return.
"Same here"
She wrote down the order while Billie and Mike where exchanging questioning looks, as they were the only two people that had ordered something out of the 10 in the separated area, and then she disappeared and Billie Joe's eyes wondered back to the girl dancing.
"What you looking at all the time anyway?" Mike asked.
"Huh?"
"I ASKED WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE STARING AT?! God your fuckin' good company tonight, I don't even get the chance to say anything with your talkativeness tonight!"
"Sorry. I'm just not with it."
"Duh... I wouldn't have guessed. So I will ask once more: What the fuck are you looking at?"
"You see that girl there?"
The waitress returned with their drinks and placed them on the table.
"Well, no, there are only about a million in this place!" Mike said impatiently.
Billie ignored Mike's stone of voice
"The one with the black and red hair over there" he pointed in the direction of the dance-floor "The one dancing with that guy doin' the Travolta-movies, ya see now?"
"Yeah. Well, not bad, but nothing special, so what's so fascinating about her?" the bassist asked.
"Dunno, can't really put my finger on it, there's just somethin' about her"
Mike and Jason walked over, both with rather disappointed faces.
"Hey guys we have to leave if we want to get enough sleep and be in Manchester tomorrow!" Tre sounded like a little boy who had just got a pair of socks instead of the video-game.
"Who cares about fucking Manchester anyway?" Jason asked.
"We all do. And as soon as you stop thinking with your third leg and slept all that booze out of your system, you'll think the same" Mike answered. Mike didn't like being like this but it was the truth, there were only a few things that the band hated more than playing a bad gig. He went to finish his beer while Jason and Tre were pulling faces behind his back.
Mike smiled "I can fucking see you in the reflection of the glass you idiots!" He jumped at the two jokingly and the three started to walk into the direction of the exit.
Billie Joe followed Mike's example and finished his drink.
His eyes shortly rested on the tattoo of the photo-strip of Adrienne. It had been hard to try and get over someone who he'd always thought was the love of his life. And the hand full of tattoos as constant reminders didn't help. But having them removed was not an option for him, even if they weren't a couple anymore, she would always play a big part in his life and he would always love her, for she was the mother of the two people that meant most to him in the world: his sons.
"Hey Billie you coming?" the guys shouted.
"Yeah" He turned around hoping to get a last glance at the girl, but she seemed to have disappeared.
He sighed of disappointment and started walking towards the doors of the side-exit.
*
"Let's go dance!"
"Well..." she gave Jane a helpless look. But her best friend dove of into the crowd with a devious smile.
"... All right then!"
They arrived on the dance-floor as 'Boys of Summer' playing. Though she felt a bit uncomfortable, Mary loved dancing with Matt. Since the time they first met they seamed to have an unusual understanding for each other and also, another important aspect to Mary, they had the same sick sense of humor. The only problem was that Matt seemed to have a lot of problems that he wouldn't let anyone in on. Mary felt that he was even worse than her. And as a result to these problems, one of them being that his mother died a terrible death of cancer (But Mary just knew that there was more) just a few years ago, he seemed to be developing a drinking problem which was slowly getting Mary and the others seriously worried. But it was difficult to do anything because when they tried, he would just completely shut down and not be talking to them for ages, only to come back after some time acting as if nothing had ever happened. Mary thought that his moods where even worse than those of her English teacher who was just going through the very highs and lows of a midlife-crisis. But in a very strange way that's one of the things that made her love him.
But to her the only thing that counted was right now, that she was right there with him on that dance-floor just having a blast. She snorted of laughter because Matt was just doing some moves รก la 'John Travolta,' managing to make them look even more ridiculous than they actually were.
*
"Can I bring Ya anythin' else?" the waitress took out pen and paper while chewing on her gum irritatingly.
"Yeah I'll have another beer."
"How 'bout you sweetie?" she gave Mike an admiring look only to receive rolling eyes in return.
"Same here"
She wrote down the order while Billie and Mike where exchanging questioning looks, as they were the only two people that had ordered something out of the 10 in the separated area, and then she disappeared and Billie Joe's eyes wondered back to the girl dancing.
"What you looking at all the time anyway?" Mike asked.
"Huh?"
"I ASKED WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE STARING AT?! God your fuckin' good company tonight, I don't even get the chance to say anything with your talkativeness tonight!"
"Sorry. I'm just not with it."
"Duh... I wouldn't have guessed. So I will ask once more: What the fuck are you looking at?"
"You see that girl there?"
The waitress returned with their drinks and placed them on the table.
"Well, no, there are only about a million in this place!" Mike said impatiently.
Billie ignored Mike's stone of voice
"The one with the black and red hair over there" he pointed in the direction of the dance-floor "The one dancing with that guy doin' the Travolta-movies, ya see now?"
"Yeah. Well, not bad, but nothing special, so what's so fascinating about her?" the bassist asked.
"Dunno, can't really put my finger on it, there's just somethin' about her"
Mike and Jason walked over, both with rather disappointed faces.
"Hey guys we have to leave if we want to get enough sleep and be in Manchester tomorrow!" Tre sounded like a little boy who had just got a pair of socks instead of the video-game.
"Who cares about fucking Manchester anyway?" Jason asked.
"We all do. And as soon as you stop thinking with your third leg and slept all that booze out of your system, you'll think the same" Mike answered. Mike didn't like being like this but it was the truth, there were only a few things that the band hated more than playing a bad gig. He went to finish his beer while Jason and Tre were pulling faces behind his back.
Mike smiled "I can fucking see you in the reflection of the glass you idiots!" He jumped at the two jokingly and the three started to walk into the direction of the exit.
Billie Joe followed Mike's example and finished his drink.
His eyes shortly rested on the tattoo of the photo-strip of Adrienne. It had been hard to try and get over someone who he'd always thought was the love of his life. And the hand full of tattoos as constant reminders didn't help. But having them removed was not an option for him, even if they weren't a couple anymore, she would always play a big part in his life and he would always love her, for she was the mother of the two people that meant most to him in the world: his sons.
"Hey Billie you coming?" the guys shouted.
"Yeah" He turned around hoping to get a last glance at the girl, but she seemed to have disappeared.
He sighed of disappointment and started walking towards the doors of the side-exit.
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