You're A Blur In My Dead Past, chapter 6
I stayed in the music room with the three guys long enough to see them play a few more songs they each knew how to play. It was amazing. They all complimented each other so perfectly. Tre's craziness complimented how serious Mike was. Billie played like no one else was in the room and sang. God he had a nice voice, it was like a blanket that wrapped you in warmth. Then it hit me, this was gonna be one good-looking band and I laughed to myself at my remark.
The end of school came quickly. I still hadn't chosen between Mike or Tre, but that didn't seem to bother anybody either of them. The band was getting better and better everyday, they had even decided on a name, Green Day. I thought I suited them perfectly.
It was a Sunday morning when I got the horrible news. Mike had been rushed to hospital the night before. Apparently, Billie Joe had found him unconscious. The three of them had been in his garage, drinking until they couldn't see a foot in front of them, celebrating the new found success of their band and the end of school. Mike had gotten alcohol poisoning. My hands were shaking when I reached the hospital and asked the nearest nurse which room Mike was in. It took me a while to find someone who knew but luckily, I ran into Myla in the hallways who looked like she had been crying her little heart out. Her eyes were red and puffy and she was carrying a box of tissues in her arm. I hugged her and told her that Mike would be just fine. I don't know who I was trying to convince more, her, or myself. She led me into the room where Mike was and I saw his mom sitting on the chair next to the bed, her head on his arm. I looked around to the other side of the room and I saw Billie slumped against the wall, his head titled back and his eyes closed. Next to him sat Tre, his eyes were also a bit red and he was staring at the wall.
My eyes fell on Mike next. He lay limp in the bed, wrapped up in a pile of sheets and a bunch of tubes from his mouth and arm. I covered my mouth with my hand and tried to keep from crying. He was thinner than he was before. He didn't look like himself at all, although he did look peaceful. I stood in the middle of the room looking around.
"Is someone going to tell me what happened to him?"
Everyone's head shot up, except of course for Mikes.
"Megan! Oh hun, thank god you're here" his mom walked up to me and gave me another bone-breaking hug.
Billie Joe came up to me next and hugged me while he mumbled "It's all my fault".
"Oh, BJ, it's not your fault, it was an accident. Don't worry" I did my best to reassure him.
Tre stayed where he was so I went to sit down next to him and I attempted to give him a hug. He didn't move, and he went back to staring at the wall. I let out a sigh and stood back up. I moved and sat down on the edge of Mike's bed. I held his hand and with my other hand, I stroked his cheek.
"Come on Mike, pull through. I know you can". I looked out the window at the view and noticed that it was a particularly crappy view. It looked straight into another hospital room, which was empty.
I felt something squeeze my hand and I looked down at it. It was the hand that was holding Mike's hand.
Mike squeezed my hand! He was alive! He was going to be fine. I started to cry, but they were tears of joy. Apparently no one else caught onto that fact and they all started consoling me.
"He squeezed my hand" I said softly.
They all gasped and looked up at Mike, whose eyelids had started to flutter. They opened slightly and he sort of smiled.
"Hey Guys" he whispered, barely audible.
"Mike!" we all yelled at the same time, except his mom.
"MICHAEL PRITCHARD, YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" she said seriously, but smiled after a while "I'm glad you're ok darlin'"
"Thanks mom" he whispered again.
"Now that you're awake, I think I'll take Myla home and come back in a few hours. Can I trust you three to take care of him?" She turned to us.
"Sure thing, Gwen." I smiled at her and she picked up her purse and left the room, Myla following her.
"God Mike, way to scare someone" I said jokingly.
He smiled at me sweetly.
"I am so sorry Mike. I shouldn't have brought out so many beers. I should have let you have that last beer. I knew you had had too many but I was too drunk to care. It was so wrong of me. I'm really sorry." BJ started to babble his apology.
"It's not your fault BJ. Where's the damn doctor, I want this fucking tube out of my throat before I choke."
Tre went off with Billie to find the doctor and I continued to hold his hand. "Don't ever to that again" I said, pinching his cheek.
"Deal" he smiled at me again.
Tre and Billie came back a few minutes later with the doctor.
"Well, Mr. Pritchard, you gave us quite a scare there. I hope it taught you a lesson." He said very fatherly like.
"It sure did".
Me, Billie and Tre turned away so we didn't have to watch the doctor pull the tube out of Mike's throat. Things like that gross me out so bad. I didn't want to take the chance of puking all over his bed.
"We're going to have to keep you a few more days, just for observation, Mr. Pritchard. Your friends are all welcome to stay as long as they wish." The doctor said, smiling at each of us before walking out.
"Bastard" Tre said, punching Mike right on the arm.
I laughed as Tre hit him again just to make sure that he got the point across.
"Dude! Stop hitting me, I get the point, alcohol is bad". Mike rolled his eyes as Tre sat down again.
"I'm gonna go see what they have in the way of food around here, You guys want anything?" I asked, getting up from the bed and walking towards the door.
"Can you find me a rootbeer or something?" Billie asked.
"Sure"
"Wait up, I'll come with you" Tre said, following me.
We walked in the hallways in the search for a vending machine that actually worked. Neither of us said anything for the first couple of minutes. We kept walking until Tre grabbed my wrist and led me into an empty room and shut the door behind us.
"Tre?"
He said nothing. He cupped my cheek and kissed me again. It felt just as good as it always had. My heart was soaring and my mind was completely dissolved into nothingness. Our lips parted after a few more minutes of passion and I looked at him.
"Is that the only reason you wanted to come find food with me? So you could trap me in a room and makeout with me?" I giggled.
"Shh, it was supposed to be a secret" he smiled.
I kissed him quickly and took his hand and left the room. We finally found the cafeteria and searched for some food that looked at least somewhat edible. Yuck, hospital food. I got Billie his rootbeer and the two of us made our way back to Mikes room, hand in hand. Mikes gaze dropped to my hand intertwined with Tre's when we walked into the room and he looked away, out the window. I felt slightly bad, but I figured he kinda owed me for almost dying last night. You might think that I've made my decision between the two guys, but I haven't. Its still as hard as its ever been. I'm just leaning a little more towards Tre right about now. You can't blame me, can you?
A few days later, Mike was released from the hospital and I was invited over to his house for 'The First Official Green Day Band Practice'. I couldn't wait to see them all playing together again. Anyway, when I got to his house, Gwen sent me down to the basement where I found the three guys tuning up.
"Let's Do This!" I shouted as I sat down on the couch. They did three Ramones covers, one Beastie Boys and two Operation Ivy, including my new favorite, knowledge. I watched Tre bang the hell out of his drums, and I could even see the beads of sweat forming on his temples. I watched intently as BJ belted out the songs, sporting his new blue hair, which he had apparently died overnight. I also watched mike as his fingers moved swiftly over the fretboard and his little faces of concentration. These guys were gonna be huge I thought to myself. I got up and hugged each one of them after they had finished and told them how awesome they had all been.
"Billie Joe, your mother just called, she's expecting you and Tre at home in 10 minutes" Mike's mom called down the stairs.
"Thanks Mrs. Pritchard!" he called back "I guess we'll see you guys later" he said, packing up his guitar, and Tre picked up his drumsticks and shoved them into his back pockets. I kissed his cheek and watched them walk up the stairs.
"You guys really are awesome together Mikey" I said, sitting on the sofa next to him.
"Thanks Mags" he sighed.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, looking into his eyes.
"What makes you think something's wrong?"
"I know you, Mikey, you only get huffy when something's wrong. Now spill"
He hesitated. "I, I don't like seeing you and Tre together, it hurts."
The end of school came quickly. I still hadn't chosen between Mike or Tre, but that didn't seem to bother anybody either of them. The band was getting better and better everyday, they had even decided on a name, Green Day. I thought I suited them perfectly.
It was a Sunday morning when I got the horrible news. Mike had been rushed to hospital the night before. Apparently, Billie Joe had found him unconscious. The three of them had been in his garage, drinking until they couldn't see a foot in front of them, celebrating the new found success of their band and the end of school. Mike had gotten alcohol poisoning. My hands were shaking when I reached the hospital and asked the nearest nurse which room Mike was in. It took me a while to find someone who knew but luckily, I ran into Myla in the hallways who looked like she had been crying her little heart out. Her eyes were red and puffy and she was carrying a box of tissues in her arm. I hugged her and told her that Mike would be just fine. I don't know who I was trying to convince more, her, or myself. She led me into the room where Mike was and I saw his mom sitting on the chair next to the bed, her head on his arm. I looked around to the other side of the room and I saw Billie slumped against the wall, his head titled back and his eyes closed. Next to him sat Tre, his eyes were also a bit red and he was staring at the wall.
My eyes fell on Mike next. He lay limp in the bed, wrapped up in a pile of sheets and a bunch of tubes from his mouth and arm. I covered my mouth with my hand and tried to keep from crying. He was thinner than he was before. He didn't look like himself at all, although he did look peaceful. I stood in the middle of the room looking around.
"Is someone going to tell me what happened to him?"
Everyone's head shot up, except of course for Mikes.
"Megan! Oh hun, thank god you're here" his mom walked up to me and gave me another bone-breaking hug.
Billie Joe came up to me next and hugged me while he mumbled "It's all my fault".
"Oh, BJ, it's not your fault, it was an accident. Don't worry" I did my best to reassure him.
Tre stayed where he was so I went to sit down next to him and I attempted to give him a hug. He didn't move, and he went back to staring at the wall. I let out a sigh and stood back up. I moved and sat down on the edge of Mike's bed. I held his hand and with my other hand, I stroked his cheek.
"Come on Mike, pull through. I know you can". I looked out the window at the view and noticed that it was a particularly crappy view. It looked straight into another hospital room, which was empty.
I felt something squeeze my hand and I looked down at it. It was the hand that was holding Mike's hand.
Mike squeezed my hand! He was alive! He was going to be fine. I started to cry, but they were tears of joy. Apparently no one else caught onto that fact and they all started consoling me.
"He squeezed my hand" I said softly.
They all gasped and looked up at Mike, whose eyelids had started to flutter. They opened slightly and he sort of smiled.
"Hey Guys" he whispered, barely audible.
"Mike!" we all yelled at the same time, except his mom.
"MICHAEL PRITCHARD, YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" she said seriously, but smiled after a while "I'm glad you're ok darlin'"
"Thanks mom" he whispered again.
"Now that you're awake, I think I'll take Myla home and come back in a few hours. Can I trust you three to take care of him?" She turned to us.
"Sure thing, Gwen." I smiled at her and she picked up her purse and left the room, Myla following her.
"God Mike, way to scare someone" I said jokingly.
He smiled at me sweetly.
"I am so sorry Mike. I shouldn't have brought out so many beers. I should have let you have that last beer. I knew you had had too many but I was too drunk to care. It was so wrong of me. I'm really sorry." BJ started to babble his apology.
"It's not your fault BJ. Where's the damn doctor, I want this fucking tube out of my throat before I choke."
Tre went off with Billie to find the doctor and I continued to hold his hand. "Don't ever to that again" I said, pinching his cheek.
"Deal" he smiled at me again.
Tre and Billie came back a few minutes later with the doctor.
"Well, Mr. Pritchard, you gave us quite a scare there. I hope it taught you a lesson." He said very fatherly like.
"It sure did".
Me, Billie and Tre turned away so we didn't have to watch the doctor pull the tube out of Mike's throat. Things like that gross me out so bad. I didn't want to take the chance of puking all over his bed.
"We're going to have to keep you a few more days, just for observation, Mr. Pritchard. Your friends are all welcome to stay as long as they wish." The doctor said, smiling at each of us before walking out.
"Bastard" Tre said, punching Mike right on the arm.
I laughed as Tre hit him again just to make sure that he got the point across.
"Dude! Stop hitting me, I get the point, alcohol is bad". Mike rolled his eyes as Tre sat down again.
"I'm gonna go see what they have in the way of food around here, You guys want anything?" I asked, getting up from the bed and walking towards the door.
"Can you find me a rootbeer or something?" Billie asked.
"Sure"
"Wait up, I'll come with you" Tre said, following me.
We walked in the hallways in the search for a vending machine that actually worked. Neither of us said anything for the first couple of minutes. We kept walking until Tre grabbed my wrist and led me into an empty room and shut the door behind us.
"Tre?"
He said nothing. He cupped my cheek and kissed me again. It felt just as good as it always had. My heart was soaring and my mind was completely dissolved into nothingness. Our lips parted after a few more minutes of passion and I looked at him.
"Is that the only reason you wanted to come find food with me? So you could trap me in a room and makeout with me?" I giggled.
"Shh, it was supposed to be a secret" he smiled.
I kissed him quickly and took his hand and left the room. We finally found the cafeteria and searched for some food that looked at least somewhat edible. Yuck, hospital food. I got Billie his rootbeer and the two of us made our way back to Mikes room, hand in hand. Mikes gaze dropped to my hand intertwined with Tre's when we walked into the room and he looked away, out the window. I felt slightly bad, but I figured he kinda owed me for almost dying last night. You might think that I've made my decision between the two guys, but I haven't. Its still as hard as its ever been. I'm just leaning a little more towards Tre right about now. You can't blame me, can you?
A few days later, Mike was released from the hospital and I was invited over to his house for 'The First Official Green Day Band Practice'. I couldn't wait to see them all playing together again. Anyway, when I got to his house, Gwen sent me down to the basement where I found the three guys tuning up.
"Let's Do This!" I shouted as I sat down on the couch. They did three Ramones covers, one Beastie Boys and two Operation Ivy, including my new favorite, knowledge. I watched Tre bang the hell out of his drums, and I could even see the beads of sweat forming on his temples. I watched intently as BJ belted out the songs, sporting his new blue hair, which he had apparently died overnight. I also watched mike as his fingers moved swiftly over the fretboard and his little faces of concentration. These guys were gonna be huge I thought to myself. I got up and hugged each one of them after they had finished and told them how awesome they had all been.
"Billie Joe, your mother just called, she's expecting you and Tre at home in 10 minutes" Mike's mom called down the stairs.
"Thanks Mrs. Pritchard!" he called back "I guess we'll see you guys later" he said, packing up his guitar, and Tre picked up his drumsticks and shoved them into his back pockets. I kissed his cheek and watched them walk up the stairs.
"You guys really are awesome together Mikey" I said, sitting on the sofa next to him.
"Thanks Mags" he sighed.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, looking into his eyes.
"What makes you think something's wrong?"
"I know you, Mikey, you only get huffy when something's wrong. Now spill"
He hesitated. "I, I don't like seeing you and Tre together, it hurts."
