Dirty Dancing, chapter 13
Recap
"I'll bring Mike and Sarah over here so you can talk to them," he said. I nodded and looked at him as he smiled back at me with that boyish smile and his heavenly green eyes squinting.
End Recap
Billie Joe went to tell Mike to come and talk to me but he and Sarah had already left. Tré came up and told me that he was smashed and Sarah needed to drive him home. I almost cried because Tré had told him about me and how I was a DJ and he had gotten smashed, because of me.
It was finally time to go, Anna and I left the club and where singing along with Bon Jovi. We arrived home and I saw a figure in the shadows. I turned off the car and looked closer to see the familiar body shape of Tré Cool by my door.
"Hey Tré! What's up?" I asked while getting out of the car.
"Rachel, get back in the car, it's Mike, he's in the hospital."
"What? Why?" I asked.
"I'll tell you on the way there, just get back in the car."
"Anna, get out of the car, let Tré get in, take care of Cloe, I'll see you later ok?" I asked frantically. She nodded while she hurried out and Tré hopped in.
We got to the hospital parking lot and I just started to breathe heavily.
"Ok Tré, what happened?" I asked.
"Well Sarah dropped him off at the house we're guessing, Billie Joe and I went to check on him. We constantly knocked on his door but no one answered. So, me and Billie Joe kicked down the door and walked throughout the house. We saw Mike laying on the couch, with a half empty bottle of anti depressents on the floor beside him. He wanted suicided, he overdosed, he even had a note."
I was shaking so hard right then, I bit my lip so it finally bled.
"Do you have the note?" I asked. He nodded and handed me a crinkled piece of paper, I started to read it.
If anyone cares, I'm no longer here with you. I have found love, lost it, recovered, then lost it again. If I cannot have a certain person's love, there's no reason to live at all. Rachel, if you are reading this, that engagement ring wasn't for Sarah, I carry it around in case I ever saw you again. I'm sorry, I should've told you. Just know that I'll always love you, so long, and goodbye
I started crying very hard. My tears hit the paper and the ink smeared so you couldn't read some of the words.
"He still loves you Rachel, you know that right?"
"Why can't you just shut up Tré!? Why can't you just stop pointing out the obvious!? I know he still loves me know that he almost died! I thought I was doing something right, but apparently I can't do anything right anymore!" I said while running from my car.
It had started to pour down rain and I was still running. I was in the hospital parking lot, at night, in the rain, alone, not the best combonation.
"Rachel! You know I didn't mean anything by it!" Tré yelled. I started to cry and I saw Tré looking at my tube top, forgot to anything under it, I guess he couldn't help himself. I nodded as I just started crying on his shoulder. He put his arms around my neck and I put my arms around his.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he whispered. I nodded as we continued hugging.
"Look, take my hoodie, it's not healthy for you to be out here in the rain with that on."
"What are you? My mother?" I laughed.
"Hopefully your mother doesn't think you look hot in a tube top," he laughed while he took off his hoodie and put it over me.
"Thanks Tré," I smiled. He nodded and we walked inside the hospital where I soon saw Billie Joe chewing on his nails.
"You can get a disease from that," I whispered. He jumped a little bit and hugged me suddenly.
"I'm glad you came," he said. I nodded as he smoothed my hair.
"How is he?"
"The doctors said he's going to live, he only overdosed minorly."
I nodded and started to cry a little bit.
"Why are you wearing Tré's hoodie?" he asked.
"Because I instantly went from home to here, no time in between, it's a long story."
"Ok, whatever, we can go see him when we want."
"Let's see him now."
"Ok, let's go," he said while leading me to mazes of hallways and finally stopped at a door and went inside. I followed Billie Joe inside the room and what I saw, tore me up inside.
Mike was laying on the hospital bed peacefully, but he was in one of those gowns and hooked up to all of those tubes and wires. He was peaceful, and breathing. I know I had gotten pale by now, because I get pale in his situations.
Sarah was there, and that's what got me mad all of a sudden. She should've been staying with her boyfriend!
"Thanks Billie Joe, I'm going to get some coffee," she said while giving me a snear.
"Sarah," Billie Joe called out to her. She turned around in a curious manner.
"Don't ever look at her like that again."
Sarah just huffed away while I sat in one of those uncomfortable chairs by Mike's side. I wasn't going to move from this spot until he got better, that was a promise. Billie Joe and Tré went to go get some food and make a couple of calls to Adie too. I put my hand in Mike's hand and started to talk, just talking.
"Mike, I shouldn't have left you ten years ago. I should've stayed with you. Then we wouldn't be here in the hospital. I loved you then Mike, I love you know, I will always love you."
I was almost expecting an answer to no question. I started to crying in my hand and some tears fell into Mike's hand.
No one can blame you,
for walking away.
But too much rejection,
no love injection.
Life can be easy,
it's not always swell.
I softly sang the words of my favorite song, while the tears built up. I put my head in my hands and started to cry fully. I had never cried so much as this day, and I don't want a repeat.
Don't tell me truth hurts little girl
I lifted my head to see Mike looking at me.
"'Cause it hurts like hell," he said.
"Mike!" I yelled while jumping up to hug him, then remembered that he was in a hospital.
"How ya feeling?" I asked.
"Eh, it hurts a little bit," he said.
"Where?"
"Here," he said while pointing to his chest where his heart was.
"And right here," he said pointing at his lips. I smiled and kissed his softly.
"Why did you do it Mike?" I asked.
"Because I knew that if I couldn't have you, life was worth living."
"But Mike, what about Green Day? What about your friends? What about Sarah? They all love you Mike."
"Sarah? How could you bring her into the conversation, I was thinking of breaking up with her before I saw you again."
"Mike, the ring, was it really for me?"
"So you read the note?"
I nodded and he just chuckled.
"Of course the ring was for you, I always keep a ring with me in case I saw you again."
"Why?"
"I don't know, it always seemed to make me feel better."
"So, it's like a charm?" I asked.
"In a way I guess."
"So, do you regret it?"
"Regret what?"
"Over dosing Mike, the whole reason you're here you know?"
"Yeah I regret it, but then again, it tells you how much I love you."
"Mike, if you love me, tell me, ok? And if it wasnt' an engagement ring to Sarah, tell me, don't do something stupid like overdosing just for me."
"Rachel, I would die for you."
"Mike, I would die for you too, you know I would."
"Then marry me."
"What?"
"Yeah, let's go to Las Vegas and elope."
"Mike, all of that hospital medication has gotten to your head."
"Eh, maybe, but a man can dream can't he?"
"Which you should be doing, go to sleep Baby Boy."
"Baby Boy, I remember that," he laughed.
"And you sang me 'Sunglasses At Night?'" I laughed.
"And those bullet wounds of yours were stinging."
"And you had to put the stuff on my back."
I didn't realize it at the time but our faces were getting closer and closer with each comment. Finally we were in a passionate kiss. It was a wonderful kiss, no shame, no guilt, no worries, just love.
"Ahem!" a familiar voice said.
Oh crap.
"I'll bring Mike and Sarah over here so you can talk to them," he said. I nodded and looked at him as he smiled back at me with that boyish smile and his heavenly green eyes squinting.
End Recap
Billie Joe went to tell Mike to come and talk to me but he and Sarah had already left. Tré came up and told me that he was smashed and Sarah needed to drive him home. I almost cried because Tré had told him about me and how I was a DJ and he had gotten smashed, because of me.
It was finally time to go, Anna and I left the club and where singing along with Bon Jovi. We arrived home and I saw a figure in the shadows. I turned off the car and looked closer to see the familiar body shape of Tré Cool by my door.
"Hey Tré! What's up?" I asked while getting out of the car.
"Rachel, get back in the car, it's Mike, he's in the hospital."
"What? Why?" I asked.
"I'll tell you on the way there, just get back in the car."
"Anna, get out of the car, let Tré get in, take care of Cloe, I'll see you later ok?" I asked frantically. She nodded while she hurried out and Tré hopped in.
We got to the hospital parking lot and I just started to breathe heavily.
"Ok Tré, what happened?" I asked.
"Well Sarah dropped him off at the house we're guessing, Billie Joe and I went to check on him. We constantly knocked on his door but no one answered. So, me and Billie Joe kicked down the door and walked throughout the house. We saw Mike laying on the couch, with a half empty bottle of anti depressents on the floor beside him. He wanted suicided, he overdosed, he even had a note."
I was shaking so hard right then, I bit my lip so it finally bled.
"Do you have the note?" I asked. He nodded and handed me a crinkled piece of paper, I started to read it.
If anyone cares, I'm no longer here with you. I have found love, lost it, recovered, then lost it again. If I cannot have a certain person's love, there's no reason to live at all. Rachel, if you are reading this, that engagement ring wasn't for Sarah, I carry it around in case I ever saw you again. I'm sorry, I should've told you. Just know that I'll always love you, so long, and goodbye
I started crying very hard. My tears hit the paper and the ink smeared so you couldn't read some of the words.
"He still loves you Rachel, you know that right?"
"Why can't you just shut up Tré!? Why can't you just stop pointing out the obvious!? I know he still loves me know that he almost died! I thought I was doing something right, but apparently I can't do anything right anymore!" I said while running from my car.
It had started to pour down rain and I was still running. I was in the hospital parking lot, at night, in the rain, alone, not the best combonation.
"Rachel! You know I didn't mean anything by it!" Tré yelled. I started to cry and I saw Tré looking at my tube top, forgot to anything under it, I guess he couldn't help himself. I nodded as I just started crying on his shoulder. He put his arms around my neck and I put my arms around his.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he whispered. I nodded as we continued hugging.
"Look, take my hoodie, it's not healthy for you to be out here in the rain with that on."
"What are you? My mother?" I laughed.
"Hopefully your mother doesn't think you look hot in a tube top," he laughed while he took off his hoodie and put it over me.
"Thanks Tré," I smiled. He nodded and we walked inside the hospital where I soon saw Billie Joe chewing on his nails.
"You can get a disease from that," I whispered. He jumped a little bit and hugged me suddenly.
"I'm glad you came," he said. I nodded as he smoothed my hair.
"How is he?"
"The doctors said he's going to live, he only overdosed minorly."
I nodded and started to cry a little bit.
"Why are you wearing Tré's hoodie?" he asked.
"Because I instantly went from home to here, no time in between, it's a long story."
"Ok, whatever, we can go see him when we want."
"Let's see him now."
"Ok, let's go," he said while leading me to mazes of hallways and finally stopped at a door and went inside. I followed Billie Joe inside the room and what I saw, tore me up inside.
Mike was laying on the hospital bed peacefully, but he was in one of those gowns and hooked up to all of those tubes and wires. He was peaceful, and breathing. I know I had gotten pale by now, because I get pale in his situations.
Sarah was there, and that's what got me mad all of a sudden. She should've been staying with her boyfriend!
"Thanks Billie Joe, I'm going to get some coffee," she said while giving me a snear.
"Sarah," Billie Joe called out to her. She turned around in a curious manner.
"Don't ever look at her like that again."
Sarah just huffed away while I sat in one of those uncomfortable chairs by Mike's side. I wasn't going to move from this spot until he got better, that was a promise. Billie Joe and Tré went to go get some food and make a couple of calls to Adie too. I put my hand in Mike's hand and started to talk, just talking.
"Mike, I shouldn't have left you ten years ago. I should've stayed with you. Then we wouldn't be here in the hospital. I loved you then Mike, I love you know, I will always love you."
I was almost expecting an answer to no question. I started to crying in my hand and some tears fell into Mike's hand.
No one can blame you,
for walking away.
But too much rejection,
no love injection.
Life can be easy,
it's not always swell.
I softly sang the words of my favorite song, while the tears built up. I put my head in my hands and started to cry fully. I had never cried so much as this day, and I don't want a repeat.
Don't tell me truth hurts little girl
I lifted my head to see Mike looking at me.
"'Cause it hurts like hell," he said.
"Mike!" I yelled while jumping up to hug him, then remembered that he was in a hospital.
"How ya feeling?" I asked.
"Eh, it hurts a little bit," he said.
"Where?"
"Here," he said while pointing to his chest where his heart was.
"And right here," he said pointing at his lips. I smiled and kissed his softly.
"Why did you do it Mike?" I asked.
"Because I knew that if I couldn't have you, life was worth living."
"But Mike, what about Green Day? What about your friends? What about Sarah? They all love you Mike."
"Sarah? How could you bring her into the conversation, I was thinking of breaking up with her before I saw you again."
"Mike, the ring, was it really for me?"
"So you read the note?"
I nodded and he just chuckled.
"Of course the ring was for you, I always keep a ring with me in case I saw you again."
"Why?"
"I don't know, it always seemed to make me feel better."
"So, it's like a charm?" I asked.
"In a way I guess."
"So, do you regret it?"
"Regret what?"
"Over dosing Mike, the whole reason you're here you know?"
"Yeah I regret it, but then again, it tells you how much I love you."
"Mike, if you love me, tell me, ok? And if it wasnt' an engagement ring to Sarah, tell me, don't do something stupid like overdosing just for me."
"Rachel, I would die for you."
"Mike, I would die for you too, you know I would."
"Then marry me."
"What?"
"Yeah, let's go to Las Vegas and elope."
"Mike, all of that hospital medication has gotten to your head."
"Eh, maybe, but a man can dream can't he?"
"Which you should be doing, go to sleep Baby Boy."
"Baby Boy, I remember that," he laughed.
"And you sang me 'Sunglasses At Night?'" I laughed.
"And those bullet wounds of yours were stinging."
"And you had to put the stuff on my back."
I didn't realize it at the time but our faces were getting closer and closer with each comment. Finally we were in a passionate kiss. It was a wonderful kiss, no shame, no guilt, no worries, just love.
"Ahem!" a familiar voice said.
Oh crap.
