You're A Blur In My Dead Past, chapter 8
Bianca and I waited a few minutes before we carefully looked out the glass door, and were relieved to find that Tre had gone back into the pool. We carefully stepped outside and walked over to the pool.
"See what you get when you mess with us?" I asked them, holding up the bathing suits.
They all nodded. "Yeah, sorry," Billie spoke up.
"Good," I smiled, and tossed each of them their respective trunks.
Bianca jumped back into the pool and started messing around with Tre. I sat down on the edge and slipped my feet in, just letting them dangle.
Mike swam up to me and crossed his arms over my legs and rested his head on them. I kept watching Tre and Bianca and noticed how cute they were together. I leant down to Mike and kissed his cheek.
"I guess Tre isn't a problem anymore," I whispered in his ear, as he smiled.
"Good."
He grabbed my waist and tossed me into the pool, ignoring my pleads to stop.
We all sat scattered around my living room, Bianca curled up in Tre's arms, I was curled up in Mike's and Billie sat on the floor next to me.
"So, Mags, are Billie's eyes still 'to die for'?" Tre asked me, smiling.
I snapped my head around to look at him, my mouth dropped open. I closed it and smiled back at him.
"They sure are." I turned to look at Billie, who had turned a nice shade of scarlet and avoided my gaze.
"Aww," I pinched his cheek playfully. "Poor Billie." I kissed his cheek and turned back to Tre.
"Where'd you hear that anyways?" I looked over at Bianca, but she shook her head.
"I stood outside your door that day you kicked me out for a few minutes before I left." He smirked, "It's also where I found out that you and Bianca here both loooove me." I felt Mike's body tense up next to mine, so I placed a hand on his chest, almost as a comforting measure and rolled my eyes at Tre.
"As if anyone would love you, Franky."
Billie and Mike snorted at my comment and turned back to the television to watch the crappy show that was playing on MTV.
I felt a pillow hit the back of my head a few minutes later and saw Tre try to muffle his laughs.
I stood up and jumped right onto him, smothering his face with a pillow.
"MOSH PIT!" Billie yelled before jumping right on top of me, then a few more bodies. I tried to untangle myself from the mass when I felt someone's hand grab my ass.
"Ok, who just grabbed my ass?!"
I heard Bianca and Tre laugh.
"Sorry Mags. I couldn't resist." I heard Mikes muffled voice.
"I feel so violated." I joked.
"I'm going to get something to drink, anyone want anything?" I asked, standing up after everyone had untangled from each other.
"I'll come with." Mike followed me into the kitchen and pinned me against the fridge, an arm on each side of me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned up to kiss him. My stomach did a full flip as our mouths met. I slipped my hand up the back of his shirt a tiny bit and pulled him closer. I could feel the excitement running through my whole body as his tongue gained entrance into my mouth and made contact with my own. I pulled away a minute later for a breath.
"So that's what I've been missing?" I joked, opening the fridge and pulling out 5 coke cans and walking back to the living room, Mike's arm wrapped around my waist. I tossed everyone his or her drink and popped a movie into the VCR.
I woke up about an hour and a half later to notice that the credits were rolling on the screen and that I was fully laying on Mike, who also seemed to have passed out. I looked around and noticed that Tre and Billie had left. Bianca was also asleep on the couch, a blanket carefully wrapped around her. I looked over at a piece of paper on the floor next to me.
'Mike- Band practice at 7. Billie's house.'
I looked back at Mike, who had woken up. He smiled at me and pulled me closer to him.
"I'm going to go get out of this bathing suit and shower, I'll meet you at Billie's later?" I whispered to him, careful not to wake Bianca.
"I'll wait here, I've got nothing better to do."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
I kissed his cheek and made my way up to my room. I was so excited now that I had Mike. I guess that deep down I really wanted him all along, although Tre would have made an excellent choice as well. I sighed and walked into my bathroom and started my shower.
I walked out of my room about 15 minutes later and over to my closet, a towel wrapped around me and picked out a few items of clothing.
"Nice towel."
I yelled and spun around, clutching the towel.
"Mikey! Don't do that, I almost dropped my towel."
He smiled "I wouldn't have peeked, much."
I giggled and walked with my clothes back into the bathroom and changed.
I came out and started brushing my hair; all while Mike was just staring at me.
"Can I help you?"
"Nope."
"Then can you stop staring at me? It's quite creepy."
"Nope."
I stuck my tongue out at him and blow-dried my hair.
"Want something to eat? I'm sure my mom's got some food ready downstairs."
When we walked into the kitchen, I spotted Bianca sitting at the table, leaned over her plate of spaghetti, half asleep.
"Evenin' sleeping beauty!" I said loudly, which woke her up.
She smiled half-heartily. "Your mom left some food in the fridge. We going over to Billie's after?"
I nodded and opened the fridge. I pulled two plates of spaghetti and popped them into the microwave. I was getting used to meals like this. My mom was never home anymore, especially during the summer. She would just pop in with a few groceries, maybe cook a few meals and head out to her next meeting. I learned not to expect much from her anymore.
I took the plates out of the microwave when I heard the familiar 'ding' of the machine. I put a plate down in front of Mike and we ate. About half an hour later, we were on the way to Mike's to pick up his bass.
"Hi!" he yelled into the house. No answer.
"Mom? Myla? Hello?" Still no response.
I walked with him around the house until we came to the dining room where we saw Gwen on the table, her body shaking, and piles of tissues scattered around her.
"Mom? What's wrong? Where's Myla?" Mike asked, rushing to his mom's side.
"S-s-she never came home from Ashley's house. I c-called her mother, but she wasn't there. The police are out looking for her."
Mikes expression turned to one of terror and I gasped. I held my hand to my mouth, Bianca did the same thing.
"I'll go tell Billie we won't be going over," Bianca said softly, looking around for the phone and asking me for his number.
"Billie? It's Bianca. Yeah. We won't be able to make it over tonight. Mike's sister is missing apparently. Oh, Ok, see you soon. Bye,"
Not even 5 minutes later, Billie burst into the home, out of breath, Tre not far behind him.
"Mike! Mrs. P! Are.. You.. ok?" Billie said, between breaths.
Mike was sitting on a chair next to his mom at the table, and I was next to him, crying my eyes out, my head buried in his chest.
The whole room froze as the telephone rang. Since Tre was closest, he scrambled to pick it up and everyone else in the room held their breath.
"Hello? Yes, this is the Pritchard residence. Just a minute please," he said, handing the phone to Gwen. She took it, her hand shaking and she tried to control her sobs.
"H-hello? Yes, this is she." Gwen broke down into sobs again "Thank you."
She handed Tre the phone again and he hung it back up.
"What's wrong mom?" Mike asked, fighting back his own tears.
"They haven't found her yet."
I felt Mike twitch under my grip as he moved to get off the chair.
"I'll go find her myself then."
"Mike!" I tried to stop him as he made his way up to his room. "It's dark out, you'll never find her alone."
"I don't care," he mumbled, pulling a sweater out of his closet and pushing me aside to head outside.
"Fuck," I mumbled, grabbing one of his sweaters for myself, slipping it on and following him.
"See what you get when you mess with us?" I asked them, holding up the bathing suits.
They all nodded. "Yeah, sorry," Billie spoke up.
"Good," I smiled, and tossed each of them their respective trunks.
Bianca jumped back into the pool and started messing around with Tre. I sat down on the edge and slipped my feet in, just letting them dangle.
Mike swam up to me and crossed his arms over my legs and rested his head on them. I kept watching Tre and Bianca and noticed how cute they were together. I leant down to Mike and kissed his cheek.
"I guess Tre isn't a problem anymore," I whispered in his ear, as he smiled.
"Good."
He grabbed my waist and tossed me into the pool, ignoring my pleads to stop.
We all sat scattered around my living room, Bianca curled up in Tre's arms, I was curled up in Mike's and Billie sat on the floor next to me.
"So, Mags, are Billie's eyes still 'to die for'?" Tre asked me, smiling.
I snapped my head around to look at him, my mouth dropped open. I closed it and smiled back at him.
"They sure are." I turned to look at Billie, who had turned a nice shade of scarlet and avoided my gaze.
"Aww," I pinched his cheek playfully. "Poor Billie." I kissed his cheek and turned back to Tre.
"Where'd you hear that anyways?" I looked over at Bianca, but she shook her head.
"I stood outside your door that day you kicked me out for a few minutes before I left." He smirked, "It's also where I found out that you and Bianca here both loooove me." I felt Mike's body tense up next to mine, so I placed a hand on his chest, almost as a comforting measure and rolled my eyes at Tre.
"As if anyone would love you, Franky."
Billie and Mike snorted at my comment and turned back to the television to watch the crappy show that was playing on MTV.
I felt a pillow hit the back of my head a few minutes later and saw Tre try to muffle his laughs.
I stood up and jumped right onto him, smothering his face with a pillow.
"MOSH PIT!" Billie yelled before jumping right on top of me, then a few more bodies. I tried to untangle myself from the mass when I felt someone's hand grab my ass.
"Ok, who just grabbed my ass?!"
I heard Bianca and Tre laugh.
"Sorry Mags. I couldn't resist." I heard Mikes muffled voice.
"I feel so violated." I joked.
"I'm going to get something to drink, anyone want anything?" I asked, standing up after everyone had untangled from each other.
"I'll come with." Mike followed me into the kitchen and pinned me against the fridge, an arm on each side of me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned up to kiss him. My stomach did a full flip as our mouths met. I slipped my hand up the back of his shirt a tiny bit and pulled him closer. I could feel the excitement running through my whole body as his tongue gained entrance into my mouth and made contact with my own. I pulled away a minute later for a breath.
"So that's what I've been missing?" I joked, opening the fridge and pulling out 5 coke cans and walking back to the living room, Mike's arm wrapped around my waist. I tossed everyone his or her drink and popped a movie into the VCR.
I woke up about an hour and a half later to notice that the credits were rolling on the screen and that I was fully laying on Mike, who also seemed to have passed out. I looked around and noticed that Tre and Billie had left. Bianca was also asleep on the couch, a blanket carefully wrapped around her. I looked over at a piece of paper on the floor next to me.
'Mike- Band practice at 7. Billie's house.'
I looked back at Mike, who had woken up. He smiled at me and pulled me closer to him.
"I'm going to go get out of this bathing suit and shower, I'll meet you at Billie's later?" I whispered to him, careful not to wake Bianca.
"I'll wait here, I've got nothing better to do."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
I kissed his cheek and made my way up to my room. I was so excited now that I had Mike. I guess that deep down I really wanted him all along, although Tre would have made an excellent choice as well. I sighed and walked into my bathroom and started my shower.
I walked out of my room about 15 minutes later and over to my closet, a towel wrapped around me and picked out a few items of clothing.
"Nice towel."
I yelled and spun around, clutching the towel.
"Mikey! Don't do that, I almost dropped my towel."
He smiled "I wouldn't have peeked, much."
I giggled and walked with my clothes back into the bathroom and changed.
I came out and started brushing my hair; all while Mike was just staring at me.
"Can I help you?"
"Nope."
"Then can you stop staring at me? It's quite creepy."
"Nope."
I stuck my tongue out at him and blow-dried my hair.
"Want something to eat? I'm sure my mom's got some food ready downstairs."
When we walked into the kitchen, I spotted Bianca sitting at the table, leaned over her plate of spaghetti, half asleep.
"Evenin' sleeping beauty!" I said loudly, which woke her up.
She smiled half-heartily. "Your mom left some food in the fridge. We going over to Billie's after?"
I nodded and opened the fridge. I pulled two plates of spaghetti and popped them into the microwave. I was getting used to meals like this. My mom was never home anymore, especially during the summer. She would just pop in with a few groceries, maybe cook a few meals and head out to her next meeting. I learned not to expect much from her anymore.
I took the plates out of the microwave when I heard the familiar 'ding' of the machine. I put a plate down in front of Mike and we ate. About half an hour later, we were on the way to Mike's to pick up his bass.
"Hi!" he yelled into the house. No answer.
"Mom? Myla? Hello?" Still no response.
I walked with him around the house until we came to the dining room where we saw Gwen on the table, her body shaking, and piles of tissues scattered around her.
"Mom? What's wrong? Where's Myla?" Mike asked, rushing to his mom's side.
"S-s-she never came home from Ashley's house. I c-called her mother, but she wasn't there. The police are out looking for her."
Mikes expression turned to one of terror and I gasped. I held my hand to my mouth, Bianca did the same thing.
"I'll go tell Billie we won't be going over," Bianca said softly, looking around for the phone and asking me for his number.
"Billie? It's Bianca. Yeah. We won't be able to make it over tonight. Mike's sister is missing apparently. Oh, Ok, see you soon. Bye,"
Not even 5 minutes later, Billie burst into the home, out of breath, Tre not far behind him.
"Mike! Mrs. P! Are.. You.. ok?" Billie said, between breaths.
Mike was sitting on a chair next to his mom at the table, and I was next to him, crying my eyes out, my head buried in his chest.
The whole room froze as the telephone rang. Since Tre was closest, he scrambled to pick it up and everyone else in the room held their breath.
"Hello? Yes, this is the Pritchard residence. Just a minute please," he said, handing the phone to Gwen. She took it, her hand shaking and she tried to control her sobs.
"H-hello? Yes, this is she." Gwen broke down into sobs again "Thank you."
She handed Tre the phone again and he hung it back up.
"What's wrong mom?" Mike asked, fighting back his own tears.
"They haven't found her yet."
I felt Mike twitch under my grip as he moved to get off the chair.
"I'll go find her myself then."
"Mike!" I tried to stop him as he made his way up to his room. "It's dark out, you'll never find her alone."
"I don't care," he mumbled, pulling a sweater out of his closet and pushing me aside to head outside.
"Fuck," I mumbled, grabbing one of his sweaters for myself, slipping it on and following him.
