Dirty Dancing, chapter 8
"Hun it's ok, you've caught us before," Billie Joe laughed while hugging me. I pouted on my bed and started to get angry.
"Not with each other I haven't!" I retaliated.
"Yes dear, you have," Tré said. Then I remembered and started laughing.
"That was so wrong in so many ways!" I laughed.
"Yeah yeah whatever are you ok?"
"I guess."
"All right, good."
"I'm tired Mike, I'm going to bed," I said. He just nodded and I covered myself with the sheets and fell asleep.
***
"I'm worried," Billie said. I just recently woke up to here them talking about me.
"About what?" Mike asked.
"Rachel."
"Why?"
"Who says she won't get shot again, the police don't have any leads."
"I'll protect her."
"Oh, you'll protect her?" Billie Joe fake laughed, what was with him?
"Yes I will."
"Oh, like you did at the concert." A tense silence hit the air with a pang, what did he mean?
"Isn't that hitting below the belt just a bit Billie Joe?" Mike asked, near tears.
"What's with you Billie?" Tré said, walking to Mike and patting his shoulder supportively.
"I'm sorry Mike, but I love Rachel and I don't wanna lose her like we almost did."
"Well how did you think I felt when they said she probably wouldn't make it? That she only had about 25% chance she would live. She took four bullets, four that I should've took!"
Another silence, this was getting too awkward.
"If she would've died, I don't know what I would've done," Tré added to break the silence.
"No one would've known Tré, no one," Mike said tearingly. I couldn't take it anymore, I sat straight up, one because of my bullet wounds and two because I hate seeing anyone cry. I sat beside Tré, who was sitting on the bed and hugged him.
"You guys, I'm not died, stop thinking about me, I'm here now," I said while crying and Mike held me.
"I won't let you."
"You won't have too."
Then I felt about 6 arms go around me and I cried.
"Ok, enough tears, I'm hungry, anyone want to get some pizza with me?" I asked. Billie Joe nodded and so we ended up staying up the whole night, eating pizza. When the booze came in, that's when everything went wrong.
"Not with each other I haven't!" I retaliated.
"Yes dear, you have," Tré said. Then I remembered and started laughing.
"That was so wrong in so many ways!" I laughed.
"Yeah yeah whatever are you ok?"
"I guess."
"All right, good."
"I'm tired Mike, I'm going to bed," I said. He just nodded and I covered myself with the sheets and fell asleep.
***
"I'm worried," Billie said. I just recently woke up to here them talking about me.
"About what?" Mike asked.
"Rachel."
"Why?"
"Who says she won't get shot again, the police don't have any leads."
"I'll protect her."
"Oh, you'll protect her?" Billie Joe fake laughed, what was with him?
"Yes I will."
"Oh, like you did at the concert." A tense silence hit the air with a pang, what did he mean?
"Isn't that hitting below the belt just a bit Billie Joe?" Mike asked, near tears.
"What's with you Billie?" Tré said, walking to Mike and patting his shoulder supportively.
"I'm sorry Mike, but I love Rachel and I don't wanna lose her like we almost did."
"Well how did you think I felt when they said she probably wouldn't make it? That she only had about 25% chance she would live. She took four bullets, four that I should've took!"
Another silence, this was getting too awkward.
"If she would've died, I don't know what I would've done," Tré added to break the silence.
"No one would've known Tré, no one," Mike said tearingly. I couldn't take it anymore, I sat straight up, one because of my bullet wounds and two because I hate seeing anyone cry. I sat beside Tré, who was sitting on the bed and hugged him.
"You guys, I'm not died, stop thinking about me, I'm here now," I said while crying and Mike held me.
"I won't let you."
"You won't have too."
Then I felt about 6 arms go around me and I cried.
"Ok, enough tears, I'm hungry, anyone want to get some pizza with me?" I asked. Billie Joe nodded and so we ended up staying up the whole night, eating pizza. When the booze came in, that's when everything went wrong.
