Touchin Leads To Sex And Then There's No Mystery Left (A Sequel To U Can't Do This To Me Mike), chapter 3
They were drunk, all of them extremely drunk, it was exciting and humorous reminding them of when they had first started out, when all being a band was about was playing shit kicking songs and getting wasted. They felt 21 again, felt happy, no cares in the world.
One was the drunkest however, he couldn't hold his drink like the others, never could, never will be able to. The night was a blur, a huge but comic blur of spinning around lamposts and dancing widly to old classics on the radio. He vaguly remembered coming home with someone, he knew he should have gone to his own house but he was too drunk to argue. It all happened in a rush, the awkward stance in the hallway, the fumbling of hands, mouths crashing together, and then a flash of white light, it was familar, very familar, but it hadn't happened in a long time, and he realised he had missed it, but one thing was bothering him, on a climax, the other person had screamed a name, not his name, but another familar name, Jason?
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Mike sat up, his neck ached, rubbing it hard he took in his surroundings, the bass player groaned when he realised in he had passed out on Jason's kitchen table. He grabbed a glass and gulped down some water, his mouth wretching at the post drunken dryness in his throat. He shuddered then looked at the furthest chair at the table, he smiled reminiscing himself and the rest of the band sitting around this table with Jason sawing them free after they had been handcuffed together and married in some dodgy illegal chapel in Mexico. Mike gasped realising that he didn't know where Billie Joe was, or Tre or Jason for that matter, his eyes swivelled to the clock on the wall, shit, he had promised Adi that he'd look after Billie and have him home and hour ago, he dashed for the door, thinking that maybe he had promised Mrs. Armstrong too much.
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Billie woke up in a completely different way to Mike, he was in a bed, a familar bed, a fucking comfy bed. He swung round to see Tre sitting up next to him eating what smelled liek toast but what looked like an old sock,
"What the fuck is that? Is that toast?" Billie groaned, feeling awful
"Good Morning to you too Armstrong" Tre smiled sarcastically, "Yes its toast, i'm not the best cook in the world but I like it"
Billie made a disgusted cough noise then turned back over, he pulled the cover up to his chin, he was cold, really cold, shit, he was naked, HE WAS NAKED, WHAT?
Billie sprung back up then looked at Tre, he lifted the cover to see Tre was naked. Tre's eyebrow raised, "What? Getting another glance before you have to leave?"
Billie looked like his dog had just died, his eyes were huge and white, his mouth dropped, "We... We didn't"
"We did"
"Shit"
"I know, I forgot how good we are"
"Shit"
"Last time was after the whole thing happened and you walked in on me in the shower"
"Shit"
"What?"
"TRE! WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING THAT QUESTION?"
"What?"
"ADI!"
"Its never bothered you before" Billie sprung up and put on his clothes, "Tre I haven't been out for a long time, me and Adi were at the best we'd ever been and I go out for the first time in, in... Fucking ages and I fuck you, what have I done? She was right, she was fucking right, i'm a fucking manhoe"
Tre tried to hold it in but started sniggering into his bed sheets, Billie gave him a snarl, Tre swallowed, "Look man I'm sorry, we were drunk and... Well... You know what we get like"
Billie swung his jacket over himself, "Tre thats not the point... I really can't help myself"
"Not with me... No one can"
Billie looked up slowly from pulling on his shoes, he just had a revelation, "You said Jason's name"
Tre's mouth dropped, "What?"
"You cried out Jason's name when we... You know" Tre swallowed un able to comment, "Your fucking Jason" Billie breathed so low it whispered through the sir
Tre swallowed again, "Don't... Don't tell anyone Billie"
"NO TRE! YOU KNOW WHAT WE SAID, NO FUCKING RELATIONSHIPS IN THE BAND, THE SHIT IT CAUSED BEFORE..."
"THE SHIT IT CAUSED BEFORE? THE SHIT YOU CAUSED BEFORE! YOU NO ONE ELSE YOU! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHO I CAN AND CAN'T SHAG"
Billie walked to thE bedroom door slowly, "YOU FUCKING BASTARD" He yelle dbefore slamming it shut, leaving Tre sitting in a mixture of anger, hate and shock. Billie ran through the house to the frontdoor sobbing, he'd seen the time, seen how late it was, he should be home, he had let Adi down again, big time.
He ran out the house to teh front door, to the road, screech of brakes, screams, silence.
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The car door shot open and the driver got out, his face white as a sheet, a bedroom window opened, Tre yelled down, after witnessing it all, "IS HE DEAD? IS HE OKAY? DID YOU KILL HIM?... ANSWER ME! MIKE?"
One was the drunkest however, he couldn't hold his drink like the others, never could, never will be able to. The night was a blur, a huge but comic blur of spinning around lamposts and dancing widly to old classics on the radio. He vaguly remembered coming home with someone, he knew he should have gone to his own house but he was too drunk to argue. It all happened in a rush, the awkward stance in the hallway, the fumbling of hands, mouths crashing together, and then a flash of white light, it was familar, very familar, but it hadn't happened in a long time, and he realised he had missed it, but one thing was bothering him, on a climax, the other person had screamed a name, not his name, but another familar name, Jason?
***
Mike sat up, his neck ached, rubbing it hard he took in his surroundings, the bass player groaned when he realised in he had passed out on Jason's kitchen table. He grabbed a glass and gulped down some water, his mouth wretching at the post drunken dryness in his throat. He shuddered then looked at the furthest chair at the table, he smiled reminiscing himself and the rest of the band sitting around this table with Jason sawing them free after they had been handcuffed together and married in some dodgy illegal chapel in Mexico. Mike gasped realising that he didn't know where Billie Joe was, or Tre or Jason for that matter, his eyes swivelled to the clock on the wall, shit, he had promised Adi that he'd look after Billie and have him home and hour ago, he dashed for the door, thinking that maybe he had promised Mrs. Armstrong too much.
***
Billie woke up in a completely different way to Mike, he was in a bed, a familar bed, a fucking comfy bed. He swung round to see Tre sitting up next to him eating what smelled liek toast but what looked like an old sock,
"What the fuck is that? Is that toast?" Billie groaned, feeling awful
"Good Morning to you too Armstrong" Tre smiled sarcastically, "Yes its toast, i'm not the best cook in the world but I like it"
Billie made a disgusted cough noise then turned back over, he pulled the cover up to his chin, he was cold, really cold, shit, he was naked, HE WAS NAKED, WHAT?
Billie sprung back up then looked at Tre, he lifted the cover to see Tre was naked. Tre's eyebrow raised, "What? Getting another glance before you have to leave?"
Billie looked like his dog had just died, his eyes were huge and white, his mouth dropped, "We... We didn't"
"We did"
"Shit"
"I know, I forgot how good we are"
"Shit"
"Last time was after the whole thing happened and you walked in on me in the shower"
"Shit"
"What?"
"TRE! WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING THAT QUESTION?"
"What?"
"ADI!"
"Its never bothered you before" Billie sprung up and put on his clothes, "Tre I haven't been out for a long time, me and Adi were at the best we'd ever been and I go out for the first time in, in... Fucking ages and I fuck you, what have I done? She was right, she was fucking right, i'm a fucking manhoe"
Tre tried to hold it in but started sniggering into his bed sheets, Billie gave him a snarl, Tre swallowed, "Look man I'm sorry, we were drunk and... Well... You know what we get like"
Billie swung his jacket over himself, "Tre thats not the point... I really can't help myself"
"Not with me... No one can"
Billie looked up slowly from pulling on his shoes, he just had a revelation, "You said Jason's name"
Tre's mouth dropped, "What?"
"You cried out Jason's name when we... You know" Tre swallowed un able to comment, "Your fucking Jason" Billie breathed so low it whispered through the sir
Tre swallowed again, "Don't... Don't tell anyone Billie"
"NO TRE! YOU KNOW WHAT WE SAID, NO FUCKING RELATIONSHIPS IN THE BAND, THE SHIT IT CAUSED BEFORE..."
"THE SHIT IT CAUSED BEFORE? THE SHIT YOU CAUSED BEFORE! YOU NO ONE ELSE YOU! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHO I CAN AND CAN'T SHAG"
Billie walked to thE bedroom door slowly, "YOU FUCKING BASTARD" He yelle dbefore slamming it shut, leaving Tre sitting in a mixture of anger, hate and shock. Billie ran through the house to the frontdoor sobbing, he'd seen the time, seen how late it was, he should be home, he had let Adi down again, big time.
He ran out the house to teh front door, to the road, screech of brakes, screams, silence.
***
The car door shot open and the driver got out, his face white as a sheet, a bedroom window opened, Tre yelled down, after witnessing it all, "IS HE DEAD? IS HE OKAY? DID YOU KILL HIM?... ANSWER ME! MIKE?"
