'Cause Now I Know It's All That I Wanted, chapter 8
No one looked at me, no one even pretended they knew I was there. I snarled as got up. Billie Joe and Mike looked at me.
"Oh so.... if I do one guy... you guys are going to shun me? So if I truly loved one guy that broke my heart then you guys are going to shun me? If I make one stupid mistake in my life you guys pretend I never existed? You know what? Screw you, I'm leaving!" I ran out without a jacket and ran to the park, where the one person I could trust was always there.
I knew it, he was there. I walked over to him and grabbed his hat and put it on my head. He spun around and looked at me. I hugged him and cried on his shoulder. "Shhh, I knew this was going to happen Boo, I knew, come back ok? Come back to me," he said. I looked up at him, everything would be better, no more Mike, no more shame, no more disregards and no regrets.
Yet I had a little voice in my head saying don't go, you only love Mike, and he loves you, no matter what you do. I agreed with that little voice and realized it wasn't just a voice in my head, it was Dad. I looked at him and wiped the tears from my eyes, "Dad?" I asked. He nodded and Scott glared at him, he wanted me back but someone interrupted, thankfully! There were others next to Dad, one of them was about the same height, the one was taller, Billie Joe... and Mike.
I didn't look at him, I walked past him with him looking into my eyes, he was scared, they were obviously green. I jumped through the window into my dad's car (habit) and folded myself into the seat. Billie Joe drove instead of Dad since he was crying too hard.
"Are you ok?" he asked, I didn't answer and put my head on my knees, he kept talking, "I see." I let a short puff of air blow through my nose for a short chuckle. Mike was staring at me, I could tell, the heat of his eyes made me want to sizzle on a stove right then and there.
We arrived home with a sorry looking My Chemical Romance looking at me. Frank Iero looked at me with tears in his eyes and hugged me, "I'm sorry, so sorry for making you look bad!" he said to me. I shook it off and walked to my room.
I hopped my bed and sighed, I want this day to be over, but since nothing was going right, why should it now. There was a knock on the door, I groaned and muttered, "come in." I put a pillow over my head and felt the footsteps of Mike beside the bed. "What do you want Mike?" I asked coldly. He removed the pillow from my hands and looked at me.
"I want to apologize," he said.
"For what?" I asked.
"For being like that, I realized I was being a hypocrite, and I remembered your past, it's kinda rusty, I want to make everything better," I stared blankly at him. He sighed and started to sing quietly.
Now You Know How I Feel
This Love Is Forever
You Make My Life Seem So Unreal
Will I Ever Get Better? ...
'cause You Are The One That Started
To Make Me Feel This Way
And Every Night I'm Thinking
About The Words You'd Say
'cause You Are The One That I Want.
Tears were in his eyes and I stood up and hugged him. I sang softly to him as he held me closely.
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I cant remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's inbetween insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse.
We stayed that way, in each other's arms. I was crying and stained Mike's shirt. "I'm sorry I stained your shirt," I giggled. "It's ok, there's plenty of it, but there's only one of you," he said. That reminded me of the first day we met, "Mike, that reminded me of the first day that we met," he paused, "that's freaky, I was thinking that too!" he said.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked him.
"Yes, of course."
"The day we met, in Tre's room, why did you just like suck my face off?" I asked.
He laughed and hugged me. "Because of all of this time, you still somehow, find a way to be grateful and forgiving of all of those people!" he said. I laughed at his loudness and hugged him tightly. We both fell onto my kissing, him kissing and sucking my neck feriously. I laughed because it tickled. I nibbled his earlobe and we shared our little lovefest for about 10 minutes. We went back downstairs and looked around and sat on the couch.
Everyone looked at me and Mike with a smirk, I shrugged. Billie Joe looked at my neck and whispered, "you have hickeys on your neck I hope you know," I gasped and ran to my bathroom. Yes, I have my own bathroom. I jumped over the arm of the loveseat and landed smoothly and ran upstairs quickly.
I looked in my mirror, holy crap Mike, you would think he was a vampire with no teeth. There was one place he actually bit my neck, jeez. "Mike!" I screamed out, no sooner had I yelled that he was in the bathroom.
"What the heck Mike are you a vampire?" I asked him. He gave me a very confused look. I pointed at the hickeys on my neck and he covered his mouth to keep from laughing, "oh my gosh India, I'm so sorry, did it hurt?" he asked worriedly. I shook my head and pulled myself unto him and whispered, "actually, I quite enjoyed it." He purred and so did I. We rubbed our noses together and teased him, him wanting to kiss me but me pulling away.
"I hate you," he whispered into my ear, I giggled and kiss his neck. The entire night was dealing with short kisses and simple hugs.
*The Next Morning*
"Good morning Baby Blue," I whispered into his ear. He opened his eyes, "wha?" I giggled and played with the tips of his hair. "You wanna go back to sleep?" I asked softly. He groaned and nodded. I sang into his ear.
Now I Rest My Head From
Such An Endless Dreary Time
A Time Of Hopes And Happiness
That Had You On My Mind
Those Days Are Gone And Now It Seems
As If I'll Get Some Rest
But Now And Then I'll See You Again
And It Puts My Heart To The Test.
He chuckled and turned around so that we were face to face. He took a look at my neck. "Whoa, I guess I did so some damage huh?" he asked me. I nodded and shrugged it off. I felt a slight weight on my foot and looked, a newspaper? I saw the front page headline that made my blood boil.
MIKE DIRNT=THE NEXT HUGH HEFNER?
"Oh so.... if I do one guy... you guys are going to shun me? So if I truly loved one guy that broke my heart then you guys are going to shun me? If I make one stupid mistake in my life you guys pretend I never existed? You know what? Screw you, I'm leaving!" I ran out without a jacket and ran to the park, where the one person I could trust was always there.
I knew it, he was there. I walked over to him and grabbed his hat and put it on my head. He spun around and looked at me. I hugged him and cried on his shoulder. "Shhh, I knew this was going to happen Boo, I knew, come back ok? Come back to me," he said. I looked up at him, everything would be better, no more Mike, no more shame, no more disregards and no regrets.
Yet I had a little voice in my head saying don't go, you only love Mike, and he loves you, no matter what you do. I agreed with that little voice and realized it wasn't just a voice in my head, it was Dad. I looked at him and wiped the tears from my eyes, "Dad?" I asked. He nodded and Scott glared at him, he wanted me back but someone interrupted, thankfully! There were others next to Dad, one of them was about the same height, the one was taller, Billie Joe... and Mike.
I didn't look at him, I walked past him with him looking into my eyes, he was scared, they were obviously green. I jumped through the window into my dad's car (habit) and folded myself into the seat. Billie Joe drove instead of Dad since he was crying too hard.
"Are you ok?" he asked, I didn't answer and put my head on my knees, he kept talking, "I see." I let a short puff of air blow through my nose for a short chuckle. Mike was staring at me, I could tell, the heat of his eyes made me want to sizzle on a stove right then and there.
We arrived home with a sorry looking My Chemical Romance looking at me. Frank Iero looked at me with tears in his eyes and hugged me, "I'm sorry, so sorry for making you look bad!" he said to me. I shook it off and walked to my room.
I hopped my bed and sighed, I want this day to be over, but since nothing was going right, why should it now. There was a knock on the door, I groaned and muttered, "come in." I put a pillow over my head and felt the footsteps of Mike beside the bed. "What do you want Mike?" I asked coldly. He removed the pillow from my hands and looked at me.
"I want to apologize," he said.
"For what?" I asked.
"For being like that, I realized I was being a hypocrite, and I remembered your past, it's kinda rusty, I want to make everything better," I stared blankly at him. He sighed and started to sing quietly.
Now You Know How I Feel
This Love Is Forever
You Make My Life Seem So Unreal
Will I Ever Get Better? ...
'cause You Are The One That Started
To Make Me Feel This Way
And Every Night I'm Thinking
About The Words You'd Say
'cause You Are The One That I Want.
Tears were in his eyes and I stood up and hugged him. I sang softly to him as he held me closely.
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I cant remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's inbetween insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse.
We stayed that way, in each other's arms. I was crying and stained Mike's shirt. "I'm sorry I stained your shirt," I giggled. "It's ok, there's plenty of it, but there's only one of you," he said. That reminded me of the first day we met, "Mike, that reminded me of the first day that we met," he paused, "that's freaky, I was thinking that too!" he said.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked him.
"Yes, of course."
"The day we met, in Tre's room, why did you just like suck my face off?" I asked.
He laughed and hugged me. "Because of all of this time, you still somehow, find a way to be grateful and forgiving of all of those people!" he said. I laughed at his loudness and hugged him tightly. We both fell onto my kissing, him kissing and sucking my neck feriously. I laughed because it tickled. I nibbled his earlobe and we shared our little lovefest for about 10 minutes. We went back downstairs and looked around and sat on the couch.
Everyone looked at me and Mike with a smirk, I shrugged. Billie Joe looked at my neck and whispered, "you have hickeys on your neck I hope you know," I gasped and ran to my bathroom. Yes, I have my own bathroom. I jumped over the arm of the loveseat and landed smoothly and ran upstairs quickly.
I looked in my mirror, holy crap Mike, you would think he was a vampire with no teeth. There was one place he actually bit my neck, jeez. "Mike!" I screamed out, no sooner had I yelled that he was in the bathroom.
"What the heck Mike are you a vampire?" I asked him. He gave me a very confused look. I pointed at the hickeys on my neck and he covered his mouth to keep from laughing, "oh my gosh India, I'm so sorry, did it hurt?" he asked worriedly. I shook my head and pulled myself unto him and whispered, "actually, I quite enjoyed it." He purred and so did I. We rubbed our noses together and teased him, him wanting to kiss me but me pulling away.
"I hate you," he whispered into my ear, I giggled and kiss his neck. The entire night was dealing with short kisses and simple hugs.
*The Next Morning*
"Good morning Baby Blue," I whispered into his ear. He opened his eyes, "wha?" I giggled and played with the tips of his hair. "You wanna go back to sleep?" I asked softly. He groaned and nodded. I sang into his ear.
Now I Rest My Head From
Such An Endless Dreary Time
A Time Of Hopes And Happiness
That Had You On My Mind
Those Days Are Gone And Now It Seems
As If I'll Get Some Rest
But Now And Then I'll See You Again
And It Puts My Heart To The Test.
He chuckled and turned around so that we were face to face. He took a look at my neck. "Whoa, I guess I did so some damage huh?" he asked me. I nodded and shrugged it off. I felt a slight weight on my foot and looked, a newspaper? I saw the front page headline that made my blood boil.
MIKE DIRNT=THE NEXT HUGH HEFNER?
