And You Can't Tell Anyone (Track Twelve: III) 2, chapter 8
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*Mike*
Mike led the way down the hall, Wren following with the jar wrapped up in her coat. He kept his hands shoved into his pockets, playing with the car keys in his pocket. It had not been difficult to steal them whilst Billie Joe was not looking. Well, easy for Mike at any rate. There was something to be said (besides bass playing abilities) for long fingers.
He tried not to look over at his girlfriend, knowing what he would see on her face. Sympathy. It grated at him to know that she was feeling sorry for him. Was he not supposed to be the tough one, who did the comforting and compassion? Mike gritted his teeth together in order to keep his expression placid. Things would just be so easier if it was summer again. He could simply take her out somewhere for the afternoon and they could do whatever. Mike was quite aware that being in school was not the only reason he had stopped their tryst from going too far.
Once at the car, he checked his watch. Next class was starting soon, which was not a problem, since he had a free class. Carefully he took Wren's bundle and placed it on the front seat. Trying to make it seem like everything was okay, he pecked her on the cheek.
"You better head back, you don't want to miss class. I'll be back here at lunch and it will be like nothing happened. Deal?"
"Yeah sure. Whatever." She smiled brightly, then it faded. "Mike, is there something going on you want to talk about? You look kind of stressed."
Damn, nothing slips by her.[i]
"No. I'll get it worked out. It's nothing."
She stood there for a moment, studying him. Mike was beginning to fear that she could read his thoughts. "Well, if you need to, I'm here." Then she turned and walked back to the school.
Mike watched her go, all sorts of emotions swirling around inside. Maybe if he just ignored this problem, it would go away. [i]Yeah, that's it, concentrate on the happy stuff. He tried to focus, but gave up in annoyance. The happy stuff was directly linked to the unhappy stuff. Apparently, he could not have one without the other. Mike slid into the front seat of the car and started it.
His mind started running over things as soon as he started driving. He had known, had assumed he was straight as well, a person that was fixedly straight. Straight like a ruler. Yeah that's it. Judging from his physical reaction, he still found his girl attractive. Problem was, he'd caught himself envisioning someone else in her place. He thumped his fist on the steering wheel.
This is not how it's supposed to be! I love her, end of story. And I do. So why does this have to happen? It's wrong! I have to get help, and if that doesn't work I'll tell her and let her decide. Relationships are a pain in the ass, sometimes. Maybe I could sweep her off and we could run away together. That might fix some things.
He guided the car into the driveway and shut it off. No, that's the coward's way out. I've got to stand up and face the music. Resolutely, he picked up the jar and walked into the house. All the time, his mind was still grinding out thoughts. How would I feel if Wren had the same problem? I guess it would bug me, but I'd just find a way to make her concentrate on me more.
Mike frowned as he pulled out a jug of cleaning ammonia from under the sink. Is the answer as simple as that? All I have to do is spend some serious alone time with her. After all, we haven't been treating it like a usual couple thing. We hang out, but how many actual dates have we been on?
He snatched a bowl out of the cupboard and poured the iodine into it. Carefully, he poured the ammonia over that, wincing as the smell made his eyes water. Almost instantly, the whole mixture turned a disgusting shade of brown. He had no idea how long it would take for the stuff to somewhat solidify, so he carefully moved the bowl to his room and draped a towel over it.
I feel like a drug chef. Though, I don't think I'll be eating or sniffing any of that anytime soon. Knowing he had to destroy the evidence from the eyes of both his pals and any suspicious teachers, Mike went and picked up the small jar that had held the iodine. What to do with this? Breaking things is fun, but you have to be in the right mood.
He shrugged and looked around before putting the jar back on the counter. He'd go smash it before he left. Mike put away the ammonia. Remembering a few chemistry lessons, he washed his hands before rummaging in the fridge. Finding a small jug of orange juice, he drank right from it, finishing it off.
Since he had a bit of time to kill, he wandered into the living room and picked up his bass. Idily, he played it, not really doing anything but making sounds.
It'll be stupid to give the guys a chance to have the whole house to booby-trap, but I think I should take Wren out for something. After all, what's the worst thing that they could do while we're out? Stupid question. I know that the worst I can imagine is nothing compared to the things two of them could cook up together.
Mike reflected on the multitude of insane things he and his pals had got up to, a wistful smile on his face. Suddenly, he snapped out of it when he realized what he was doing.
That's it. Enough is enough! Tonight, I'm going to do something. I don't know what exactly, but it's going to be something that will make her eyes sparkle.
Mike led the way down the hall, Wren following with the jar wrapped up in her coat. He kept his hands shoved into his pockets, playing with the car keys in his pocket. It had not been difficult to steal them whilst Billie Joe was not looking. Well, easy for Mike at any rate. There was something to be said (besides bass playing abilities) for long fingers.
He tried not to look over at his girlfriend, knowing what he would see on her face. Sympathy. It grated at him to know that she was feeling sorry for him. Was he not supposed to be the tough one, who did the comforting and compassion? Mike gritted his teeth together in order to keep his expression placid. Things would just be so easier if it was summer again. He could simply take her out somewhere for the afternoon and they could do whatever. Mike was quite aware that being in school was not the only reason he had stopped their tryst from going too far.
Once at the car, he checked his watch. Next class was starting soon, which was not a problem, since he had a free class. Carefully he took Wren's bundle and placed it on the front seat. Trying to make it seem like everything was okay, he pecked her on the cheek.
"You better head back, you don't want to miss class. I'll be back here at lunch and it will be like nothing happened. Deal?"
"Yeah sure. Whatever." She smiled brightly, then it faded. "Mike, is there something going on you want to talk about? You look kind of stressed."
Damn, nothing slips by her.[i]
"No. I'll get it worked out. It's nothing."
She stood there for a moment, studying him. Mike was beginning to fear that she could read his thoughts. "Well, if you need to, I'm here." Then she turned and walked back to the school.
Mike watched her go, all sorts of emotions swirling around inside. Maybe if he just ignored this problem, it would go away. [i]Yeah, that's it, concentrate on the happy stuff. He tried to focus, but gave up in annoyance. The happy stuff was directly linked to the unhappy stuff. Apparently, he could not have one without the other. Mike slid into the front seat of the car and started it.
His mind started running over things as soon as he started driving. He had known, had assumed he was straight as well, a person that was fixedly straight. Straight like a ruler. Yeah that's it. Judging from his physical reaction, he still found his girl attractive. Problem was, he'd caught himself envisioning someone else in her place. He thumped his fist on the steering wheel.
This is not how it's supposed to be! I love her, end of story. And I do. So why does this have to happen? It's wrong! I have to get help, and if that doesn't work I'll tell her and let her decide. Relationships are a pain in the ass, sometimes. Maybe I could sweep her off and we could run away together. That might fix some things.
He guided the car into the driveway and shut it off. No, that's the coward's way out. I've got to stand up and face the music. Resolutely, he picked up the jar and walked into the house. All the time, his mind was still grinding out thoughts. How would I feel if Wren had the same problem? I guess it would bug me, but I'd just find a way to make her concentrate on me more.
Mike frowned as he pulled out a jug of cleaning ammonia from under the sink. Is the answer as simple as that? All I have to do is spend some serious alone time with her. After all, we haven't been treating it like a usual couple thing. We hang out, but how many actual dates have we been on?
He snatched a bowl out of the cupboard and poured the iodine into it. Carefully, he poured the ammonia over that, wincing as the smell made his eyes water. Almost instantly, the whole mixture turned a disgusting shade of brown. He had no idea how long it would take for the stuff to somewhat solidify, so he carefully moved the bowl to his room and draped a towel over it.
I feel like a drug chef. Though, I don't think I'll be eating or sniffing any of that anytime soon. Knowing he had to destroy the evidence from the eyes of both his pals and any suspicious teachers, Mike went and picked up the small jar that had held the iodine. What to do with this? Breaking things is fun, but you have to be in the right mood.
He shrugged and looked around before putting the jar back on the counter. He'd go smash it before he left. Mike put away the ammonia. Remembering a few chemistry lessons, he washed his hands before rummaging in the fridge. Finding a small jug of orange juice, he drank right from it, finishing it off.
Since he had a bit of time to kill, he wandered into the living room and picked up his bass. Idily, he played it, not really doing anything but making sounds.
It'll be stupid to give the guys a chance to have the whole house to booby-trap, but I think I should take Wren out for something. After all, what's the worst thing that they could do while we're out? Stupid question. I know that the worst I can imagine is nothing compared to the things two of them could cook up together.
Mike reflected on the multitude of insane things he and his pals had got up to, a wistful smile on his face. Suddenly, he snapped out of it when he realized what he was doing.
That's it. Enough is enough! Tonight, I'm going to do something. I don't know what exactly, but it's going to be something that will make her eyes sparkle.
