The Start of A Story., chapter 11
+Billie's P.O.V+
"So, have you told her yet?" Mike asked Billie. It was already the night Sweet Children was going to play alongside Operation Ivy and Billie still hasn't told Allison he was moving in with Mike.
"Uh... no, she hasn't brought it up yet." Billie murmured
"Bill, she's not going to bring it up."
"Yeah, why would you say that?"
"Because Armstrong, she doesn't know it's supposed to come up."
"Why not?"
"You haven't told her. Ergo she doesn't know she is supposed to ask about it, ergo... it's not going to come up."
"Ah huh... damn good point there Mikey-boy, just one thing... ."
"Yeah?"
"Stop saying ergo." Billie looked at Mike seriously and shook his head, "dude I really don't know what she is going to say or think about this though"
"Billie, you aren't moving in to the Playboy Mansion!" Mike exclaimed, "You are moving in with your best friend and band mate. It'll be fine."
"Again, really good point, by the way you are getting really good at this, and still she just might ask me to stay with her instead, then what would I do?" Billie asked. Mike looked at him disbelievingly.
"You'd say 'Sure I'll Move In With You!' its not that big of a decision."
"You wouldn't care?"
"No, you dangus."
"HA! Dangus... " They heard Tre say from somewhere.
"Where in the hell did that come from?" Billie asked looking around.
"Who knows, it's Tre. But back to the point, if your girlfriend asks you to move in with her... you don't say 'Let me go ask my band mate.' Like a little bitch. You say yes damnit!" Mike let out all in one breath.
"Mike, have you had your morning dose of coffee yet?" Billie asked eyeing him suspiciously.
"Dude, fuck the coffee! You're going out with... " Mike stopped mid-sentence. " Did I just say 'fuck the coffee'? Shit. I can't handle this; I'm going to Starbucks. Why the hell isn't there a descent coffee shop around here?"
Mike turned around and began walking out still ranting about how he's getting tired of driving all the way to "friggin' Starbucks".
"MIKE WAIT! Maybe you could tell Allie for me."
"Why?"
"I need to do some more work around Gilman for the band and I won't have time to talk to her."
"I thought you were supposed to pick her up."
"Shoot! I totally forgot. No time to pick her up. Mike please."
"Fine. Is she at her house?"
"Should be."
"Alright. I'll pick up some coffee and swing on by." Mike replied.
"Thanks Mikey, I owe you one."
-Later-
+Mike's P.O.V+
Why Billie? Why did you make me do this? Mike thought walking up to Allie's front door, coffee in hand. All right better question... why am I so damn nervous!
+Allie's P.O.V+
Allison was standing in front of her mirror getting ready for the big Sweet Children performance. Billie was supposed to pick her up in a few minutes. He was acting really weird and nervous lately - all jumpy like. Totally not Billie Joe at all. Suddenly a bad thought popped in her head.
Is he going to break up with me?
Allie blinked several times and sat on her bed.
Why else would he be acting so spastic around me? Its alright I guess, we can stay friends and - OH GOD its not okay. He's my protector! He can't break it off with me![/i]
+Mike's P.O.V+
Yes, five whole minutes had passed and Mike still hadn't knocked on the door or even attempted to. He had however, drank both of the coffees and ate two of the five bagels he brought. Now he was walk to and from his truck contemplating on whether or not he should go in there. Probably looking like a crazy person to all the neighbors.
+Allie's P.O.V+
She had started pacing now, tension building up inside her head. The only way she knew to stop it was lying on her dresser. Allie grabbed her dull but sharp scissors and pressed it to her skin till she saw her blood and pulled back on the handle making the new wound longer. She grabbed a small towel and wiped it away, leaning against the frame of her bed. She was falling asleep when she heard a knock on the door; she dropped the scissors and ran downstairs.
Billie! He's finally here!
Allison opened the door hoping to see those emerald green eyes she always thought about. Instead she saw another pair of gorgeous eyes, they were the color of the ocean after a big storm, enchanting.
"Mike?"
+Mike's P.O.V+
"Hey Allie, can I come in?" Mike asked.
Man she's hot... . WHAT?!
"Yeah sure come on in Mike, Shouldn't you be at Gilman?"
"Yeah, but things got... confusing, so Billie told me to drop by."
She's Billie's girl, she is Billie Joe's girl, and she is your bestfriend's girl I wish she were my girl though NO! Shut up.
"What do you mean by confusing?"
"Just, you know, a bunch of set up and what not. Not really my thing." Mike smirked and Allie laughed.
"You know Mike, you have a sexy smile."
What did she just say?
"What did you say?"
"Really, you are just so hot." Allie said moving closer to Mike.
"Allie... ?" Mike murmured.
"I have a confession to make," she said putting a finger to Mike's lips.
"Huh?"
"I love you Mike Pritchard." Allison jumped on him and started to kiss him violently.
+Allie's P.O.V+
"Mike?"
He looks sick, all red and flushed.
"Mike!"
Mike blinked
"What did you say?
+Mike's P.O.V+
"Michael Ryan Pritchard... wakes your ass up! He-lloo... anyone in there?" Tre said tapping his finger on Mike's forehead.
Where'd he come from?
"Tre? Allie, what happened and... owe my head." Mike put a hand on his head and noticed he was lying on the couch.
"Well Tre just happened to be passing by with a football and... "
"Yeah, uh sorry about that man." Tre said scratching his head.
"Great, so I got hit in the head with a football. How embarrassing is that?" Mike said sitting up.
"For you... not very! Am I right?" Tre laughed.
Mike glared at him.
"Damn it. I need to work on my look." Tre shook his head "I'm gonna get lost now. If I don't set up my drums, no one will."
"Bye Tre." Allie said when he was at the door.
"Yeah bye Tre." Mike said dully.
Tre Left.
"How's your head Mr. Mike?" Allie asked.
"Hurts like hell actually." Mike laughed.
It was all a dream.
"Let me get you a drink Pritchard." Allie said walking to the kitchen.
"Thanks Allie."
"Hows about water for now?"
"Wouldn't want anything else."
"Really?"
"No, not really. I wouldn't mind a Cheech." Mike walked into the kitchen.
"Well you're getting water." Allie smirked and handed him a glass." Uh, Mike... where's Billie?"
"Gilman. Some work thing; Scheduling, setting-up, not my thing."
"Yeah. Kind of figured that, you always seem to be gone when it comes to setting up."
"Speaking of Billie Joe - he wanted me to tell you something important that he couldn't for some odd reason I just don't get."
"Okay then, what is it?"
"He's moving out and coming to live with me." Mike said slowly.
"Oh. Why wouldn't he be able to tell me that?"
"He didn't know what you would say. He is a lot shyer than he seems."
"Oh, well I guess that makes sense."
They didn't say anything for awhile and Mike just looked down, studying the shirt Allie was wearing.
It was a white long sleeve Def Leppard shirt and the same jeans she wore the first day they met. The shirt clung to her arms... down to that dark red stain to the - Wait... . dark red stain?
"Allie you're bleeding." Mike said suddenly.
"What, no I'm not."
"Yes you are... look at your arm." Mike said grabbing her wrist and pulling up her sleeve. Allison looked down at her arm.
"I must have hit it on something. I can be really clumsy sometimes."
+Allie's P.O.V+
Why is it bleeding again... shit!
"Allison, are you hurting yourself?" Mike asked softly
Allie started crying.
"No - No I don't." she said walking out of the kitchen. But Mike grabbed her other arm.
"Then why - then why are you crying?"
"Because I cut myself." She replied sadly.
Oh my god. Did I just tell him that?
Mike took her in his strong arms and held her gently as if she was something that could be easily broken.
"Why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell Billie, we could go right now and tell him."
"No! No we can't tell Billie."
Allison looked down ashamed.
"Please don't tell him. He would break up with me if he knew, I don't want that."
"Allie, he isn't going to break up with you. Listen everything is going to be ok. Believe me." Mike said tilting her head up towards him.
"Everything is going to be fine... I swear."
They just stared at each other. His eyes were glowing and neither of them really knew what to say.
They both leaned in closer to each other. All at once their lips met, first they just touched until Mike started to actually kiss her and Allie kissed back. His hands were locked around her waist and her arms moved up to his neck.
Mike broke the kiss and stepped back..
"I - I have to go." Mike stuttered.
"Yeah, I'll um walk to Gilman later."
"Yeah sure bye."
What just happened?[/i]
+Mike's P.O.V+
Mike stood outside the door. Questions just raced through his mind.
What Just Happened?
But More importantly... what was he going to tell Billie Joe... his best friend?
"So, have you told her yet?" Mike asked Billie. It was already the night Sweet Children was going to play alongside Operation Ivy and Billie still hasn't told Allison he was moving in with Mike.
"Uh... no, she hasn't brought it up yet." Billie murmured
"Bill, she's not going to bring it up."
"Yeah, why would you say that?"
"Because Armstrong, she doesn't know it's supposed to come up."
"Why not?"
"You haven't told her. Ergo she doesn't know she is supposed to ask about it, ergo... it's not going to come up."
"Ah huh... damn good point there Mikey-boy, just one thing... ."
"Yeah?"
"Stop saying ergo." Billie looked at Mike seriously and shook his head, "dude I really don't know what she is going to say or think about this though"
"Billie, you aren't moving in to the Playboy Mansion!" Mike exclaimed, "You are moving in with your best friend and band mate. It'll be fine."
"Again, really good point, by the way you are getting really good at this, and still she just might ask me to stay with her instead, then what would I do?" Billie asked. Mike looked at him disbelievingly.
"You'd say 'Sure I'll Move In With You!' its not that big of a decision."
"You wouldn't care?"
"No, you dangus."
"HA! Dangus... " They heard Tre say from somewhere.
"Where in the hell did that come from?" Billie asked looking around.
"Who knows, it's Tre. But back to the point, if your girlfriend asks you to move in with her... you don't say 'Let me go ask my band mate.' Like a little bitch. You say yes damnit!" Mike let out all in one breath.
"Mike, have you had your morning dose of coffee yet?" Billie asked eyeing him suspiciously.
"Dude, fuck the coffee! You're going out with... " Mike stopped mid-sentence. " Did I just say 'fuck the coffee'? Shit. I can't handle this; I'm going to Starbucks. Why the hell isn't there a descent coffee shop around here?"
Mike turned around and began walking out still ranting about how he's getting tired of driving all the way to "friggin' Starbucks".
"MIKE WAIT! Maybe you could tell Allie for me."
"Why?"
"I need to do some more work around Gilman for the band and I won't have time to talk to her."
"I thought you were supposed to pick her up."
"Shoot! I totally forgot. No time to pick her up. Mike please."
"Fine. Is she at her house?"
"Should be."
"Alright. I'll pick up some coffee and swing on by." Mike replied.
"Thanks Mikey, I owe you one."
-Later-
+Mike's P.O.V+
Why Billie? Why did you make me do this? Mike thought walking up to Allie's front door, coffee in hand. All right better question... why am I so damn nervous!
+Allie's P.O.V+
Allison was standing in front of her mirror getting ready for the big Sweet Children performance. Billie was supposed to pick her up in a few minutes. He was acting really weird and nervous lately - all jumpy like. Totally not Billie Joe at all. Suddenly a bad thought popped in her head.
Is he going to break up with me?
Allie blinked several times and sat on her bed.
Why else would he be acting so spastic around me? Its alright I guess, we can stay friends and - OH GOD its not okay. He's my protector! He can't break it off with me![/i]
+Mike's P.O.V+
Yes, five whole minutes had passed and Mike still hadn't knocked on the door or even attempted to. He had however, drank both of the coffees and ate two of the five bagels he brought. Now he was walk to and from his truck contemplating on whether or not he should go in there. Probably looking like a crazy person to all the neighbors.
+Allie's P.O.V+
She had started pacing now, tension building up inside her head. The only way she knew to stop it was lying on her dresser. Allie grabbed her dull but sharp scissors and pressed it to her skin till she saw her blood and pulled back on the handle making the new wound longer. She grabbed a small towel and wiped it away, leaning against the frame of her bed. She was falling asleep when she heard a knock on the door; she dropped the scissors and ran downstairs.
Billie! He's finally here!
Allison opened the door hoping to see those emerald green eyes she always thought about. Instead she saw another pair of gorgeous eyes, they were the color of the ocean after a big storm, enchanting.
"Mike?"
+Mike's P.O.V+
"Hey Allie, can I come in?" Mike asked.
Man she's hot... . WHAT?!
"Yeah sure come on in Mike, Shouldn't you be at Gilman?"
"Yeah, but things got... confusing, so Billie told me to drop by."
She's Billie's girl, she is Billie Joe's girl, and she is your bestfriend's girl I wish she were my girl though NO! Shut up.
"What do you mean by confusing?"
"Just, you know, a bunch of set up and what not. Not really my thing." Mike smirked and Allie laughed.
"You know Mike, you have a sexy smile."
What did she just say?
"What did you say?"
"Really, you are just so hot." Allie said moving closer to Mike.
"Allie... ?" Mike murmured.
"I have a confession to make," she said putting a finger to Mike's lips.
"Huh?"
"I love you Mike Pritchard." Allison jumped on him and started to kiss him violently.
+Allie's P.O.V+
"Mike?"
He looks sick, all red and flushed.
"Mike!"
Mike blinked
"What did you say?
+Mike's P.O.V+
"Michael Ryan Pritchard... wakes your ass up! He-lloo... anyone in there?" Tre said tapping his finger on Mike's forehead.
Where'd he come from?
"Tre? Allie, what happened and... owe my head." Mike put a hand on his head and noticed he was lying on the couch.
"Well Tre just happened to be passing by with a football and... "
"Yeah, uh sorry about that man." Tre said scratching his head.
"Great, so I got hit in the head with a football. How embarrassing is that?" Mike said sitting up.
"For you... not very! Am I right?" Tre laughed.
Mike glared at him.
"Damn it. I need to work on my look." Tre shook his head "I'm gonna get lost now. If I don't set up my drums, no one will."
"Bye Tre." Allie said when he was at the door.
"Yeah bye Tre." Mike said dully.
Tre Left.
"How's your head Mr. Mike?" Allie asked.
"Hurts like hell actually." Mike laughed.
It was all a dream.
"Let me get you a drink Pritchard." Allie said walking to the kitchen.
"Thanks Allie."
"Hows about water for now?"
"Wouldn't want anything else."
"Really?"
"No, not really. I wouldn't mind a Cheech." Mike walked into the kitchen.
"Well you're getting water." Allie smirked and handed him a glass." Uh, Mike... where's Billie?"
"Gilman. Some work thing; Scheduling, setting-up, not my thing."
"Yeah. Kind of figured that, you always seem to be gone when it comes to setting up."
"Speaking of Billie Joe - he wanted me to tell you something important that he couldn't for some odd reason I just don't get."
"Okay then, what is it?"
"He's moving out and coming to live with me." Mike said slowly.
"Oh. Why wouldn't he be able to tell me that?"
"He didn't know what you would say. He is a lot shyer than he seems."
"Oh, well I guess that makes sense."
They didn't say anything for awhile and Mike just looked down, studying the shirt Allie was wearing.
It was a white long sleeve Def Leppard shirt and the same jeans she wore the first day they met. The shirt clung to her arms... down to that dark red stain to the - Wait... . dark red stain?
"Allie you're bleeding." Mike said suddenly.
"What, no I'm not."
"Yes you are... look at your arm." Mike said grabbing her wrist and pulling up her sleeve. Allison looked down at her arm.
"I must have hit it on something. I can be really clumsy sometimes."
+Allie's P.O.V+
Why is it bleeding again... shit!
"Allison, are you hurting yourself?" Mike asked softly
Allie started crying.
"No - No I don't." she said walking out of the kitchen. But Mike grabbed her other arm.
"Then why - then why are you crying?"
"Because I cut myself." She replied sadly.
Oh my god. Did I just tell him that?
Mike took her in his strong arms and held her gently as if she was something that could be easily broken.
"Why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell Billie, we could go right now and tell him."
"No! No we can't tell Billie."
Allison looked down ashamed.
"Please don't tell him. He would break up with me if he knew, I don't want that."
"Allie, he isn't going to break up with you. Listen everything is going to be ok. Believe me." Mike said tilting her head up towards him.
"Everything is going to be fine... I swear."
They just stared at each other. His eyes were glowing and neither of them really knew what to say.
They both leaned in closer to each other. All at once their lips met, first they just touched until Mike started to actually kiss her and Allie kissed back. His hands were locked around her waist and her arms moved up to his neck.
Mike broke the kiss and stepped back..
"I - I have to go." Mike stuttered.
"Yeah, I'll um walk to Gilman later."
"Yeah sure bye."
What just happened?[/i]
+Mike's P.O.V+
Mike stood outside the door. Questions just raced through his mind.
What Just Happened?
But More importantly... what was he going to tell Billie Joe... his best friend?
