You Got Me On My Knees, chapter 4
"I'll wait up for you." I promised, still on the bed watching him getting ready.
"No need to I'll be fucking late. We have ten songs to finish up."
"Doesn't matter I'll be up anyway... " Mike looked at me, smiling and searched his pockets.
He took out a small key and threw it to me. "Have fun." He wished me when I grabbed it. I blew him a kiss and he left laughing. As soon as he was gone, I got up, singing 'I'm Walking on Sunshine', put on a comfortable outfit, found my note book and went downstairs to the basement, still holding the key.
One of the most precious things Mike and I shared was our records. We both had hundreds of them- all good ones and they were literally taking up all the space in the previous apartment we had. (Seriously, when Mike was re-organizing his collection, he was sleeping on the floor for two months. It was like heaven. And I discovered he had stolen 'Never Mind' by Nirvana from me!)
When Green Day made it with 'Dookie' however, we decided we would get a house with a room especially for all our records. We would unite them and take extreme care of them, as if they were children. We both agreed that Mike should keep the keys since I have a ( kind of of annoying I admit) tendency of losing every thing and we named the room 'The Place of Worship."
I entered and walked on tiptoe as if I didn't want to bother someone. I let my cup of coffee down and approached a pile of my records, looking for something that fitted with my mood.
"London Calling- The Clash." Too rebellious.
"Never Mind the Bollocks-Sex Pistols." Too wild.
"Born to Run-Bruce Springsteen." I don't know... just don't feel like it.
"1,039/ Smoothed Out Slappy Hours- Green Day." How the fuck did I end up with this? If Mike has messed my records up again I'm gonna kill him.
"Sticky Fingers- The Rolling Stones." Too heavy for eleven o'clock in the morning.
"The Blues Brothers soundtrack-The Blues Brothers." That was what I was looking for!
I put it on the record player and quickly went to number 5, turning the volume up. The place was sound proof anyway. I sat down, took my notebook and started writing.
I kept on filling pages with anything I thought of, not knowing if I was actually going to put it in my story or not but I was suddenly getting loads of inspiration and didn't want to lose it. I switched records, took another notebook, wrote on scattered pieces of paper, ordered food, drunk beers and finally fell asleep hugging my Abbey Road original (not re-released underline) copy. I woke up to Mike's hot breath close to me and opened my eyes to meet his gaze.
"I thought you were going to be late... " I groaned and stretched.
"It is pretty late. You were there for the whole day?" he asked, taking a look of the mess that I had made.
"Yeah mostly. I'll clean up don't worry. So how was your day?"
"Ordinary... " he mattered. "Just playing around." It wouldn't hurt if he was a bit more cheerful. I got up and kissed him and thankfully he kissed back, hesitating a little at first but as he understood I had no desire to break away he got into it more.
"Hi." I said and embraced him. "Hello." He greeted back and lifted me up, getting me out of The Place of Worship. We stumbled blindly to the kitchen and he left me on the table, still kissing me.
"Aren't you hungry?" I asked him. "I am... " he answered and let my hair out of the loose ponytail I had it. "I mean for food." I giggled. "Oh food! No I'm full. I ate at Billie's." I laughed with him and allowed him to kiss me as many times as he wanted. If only the damn phone wouldn't interrupt! I rushed to answer it, promising I would be back in a second.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hi. Is Mike there?" A girl's crying voice was heard.
"Yeah hold on." I handed him the phone, worried and curious about whoever wanted to speak to him. Mike took it and started going up and down, murmuring an occasional 'yes' or 'no' and his face had gone white.
"I got to go." He announced after hanging up. "I'll explain later."
I went to my room to read and wait for Mike to return. I finished four chapters of "The Lord of the Rings", got bored as it was probably the fifth time I was reading it and decided to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for the time left. I fell asleep to one of the silly songs and Mike was still away. He came back hours later and left me sleeping there.
"So what happened last night? I was so worried." I asked him the next morning. He stayed silent. "Mike who was that girl crying? What happened to her? Please tell me. I want to know, I care about you." Mike looked up and I could see how terrified he was. "You remember Anastasia?" he whispered.
"Yeah... you dated for four months or so right? Sweet girl."
"Yeah... sweet girl."
"What is wrong with her?"
"She's pregnant." I couldn't control a shout when he told me that. Of course she was pregnant and of course the baby was his and of course I was the odd one out again. I begun crying uncontrollably and ran to my room but he didn't even follow me there.
"El this is so fucking complicated. I didn't want this to happen; it just did and now I got to face it." Mike spoke to my closed door after some minutes had passed. "I know." I said and let him in, wiping the tears of my eyes. "We were so amazing together but I guess it's all a matter of timing." I forced a smile. "Can you just... leave the house for a while so I can pack my things? I'll be gone by noon." I promised.
"What are you talking about? You don't have to go! I will."
"Are you kidding? This is your beautiful house! You're paying for it and now you got two people to support. You can turn this place to the baby's room or something."
Mike smiled at me and before I was able to get a grip of myself I grabbed him by his waist and gave him kiss. "Sorry." I whispered. Mike breathed and leaned in so we could continue. "El?" he said. "Get a tattoo for me." I nodded and playfully crossed fingers, promising him. He kissed my forehead and left. I quickly packed everything, crying about leaving my life behind and got into my car driving to an unknown destination. My records stayed there; he would take care of them.
"No need to I'll be fucking late. We have ten songs to finish up."
"Doesn't matter I'll be up anyway... " Mike looked at me, smiling and searched his pockets.
He took out a small key and threw it to me. "Have fun." He wished me when I grabbed it. I blew him a kiss and he left laughing. As soon as he was gone, I got up, singing 'I'm Walking on Sunshine', put on a comfortable outfit, found my note book and went downstairs to the basement, still holding the key.
One of the most precious things Mike and I shared was our records. We both had hundreds of them- all good ones and they were literally taking up all the space in the previous apartment we had. (Seriously, when Mike was re-organizing his collection, he was sleeping on the floor for two months. It was like heaven. And I discovered he had stolen 'Never Mind' by Nirvana from me!)
When Green Day made it with 'Dookie' however, we decided we would get a house with a room especially for all our records. We would unite them and take extreme care of them, as if they were children. We both agreed that Mike should keep the keys since I have a ( kind of of annoying I admit) tendency of losing every thing and we named the room 'The Place of Worship."
I entered and walked on tiptoe as if I didn't want to bother someone. I let my cup of coffee down and approached a pile of my records, looking for something that fitted with my mood.
"London Calling- The Clash." Too rebellious.
"Never Mind the Bollocks-Sex Pistols." Too wild.
"Born to Run-Bruce Springsteen." I don't know... just don't feel like it.
"1,039/ Smoothed Out Slappy Hours- Green Day." How the fuck did I end up with this? If Mike has messed my records up again I'm gonna kill him.
"Sticky Fingers- The Rolling Stones." Too heavy for eleven o'clock in the morning.
"The Blues Brothers soundtrack-The Blues Brothers." That was what I was looking for!
I put it on the record player and quickly went to number 5, turning the volume up. The place was sound proof anyway. I sat down, took my notebook and started writing.
I kept on filling pages with anything I thought of, not knowing if I was actually going to put it in my story or not but I was suddenly getting loads of inspiration and didn't want to lose it. I switched records, took another notebook, wrote on scattered pieces of paper, ordered food, drunk beers and finally fell asleep hugging my Abbey Road original (not re-released underline) copy. I woke up to Mike's hot breath close to me and opened my eyes to meet his gaze.
"I thought you were going to be late... " I groaned and stretched.
"It is pretty late. You were there for the whole day?" he asked, taking a look of the mess that I had made.
"Yeah mostly. I'll clean up don't worry. So how was your day?"
"Ordinary... " he mattered. "Just playing around." It wouldn't hurt if he was a bit more cheerful. I got up and kissed him and thankfully he kissed back, hesitating a little at first but as he understood I had no desire to break away he got into it more.
"Hi." I said and embraced him. "Hello." He greeted back and lifted me up, getting me out of The Place of Worship. We stumbled blindly to the kitchen and he left me on the table, still kissing me.
"Aren't you hungry?" I asked him. "I am... " he answered and let my hair out of the loose ponytail I had it. "I mean for food." I giggled. "Oh food! No I'm full. I ate at Billie's." I laughed with him and allowed him to kiss me as many times as he wanted. If only the damn phone wouldn't interrupt! I rushed to answer it, promising I would be back in a second.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hi. Is Mike there?" A girl's crying voice was heard.
"Yeah hold on." I handed him the phone, worried and curious about whoever wanted to speak to him. Mike took it and started going up and down, murmuring an occasional 'yes' or 'no' and his face had gone white.
"I got to go." He announced after hanging up. "I'll explain later."
I went to my room to read and wait for Mike to return. I finished four chapters of "The Lord of the Rings", got bored as it was probably the fifth time I was reading it and decided to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for the time left. I fell asleep to one of the silly songs and Mike was still away. He came back hours later and left me sleeping there.
"So what happened last night? I was so worried." I asked him the next morning. He stayed silent. "Mike who was that girl crying? What happened to her? Please tell me. I want to know, I care about you." Mike looked up and I could see how terrified he was. "You remember Anastasia?" he whispered.
"Yeah... you dated for four months or so right? Sweet girl."
"Yeah... sweet girl."
"What is wrong with her?"
"She's pregnant." I couldn't control a shout when he told me that. Of course she was pregnant and of course the baby was his and of course I was the odd one out again. I begun crying uncontrollably and ran to my room but he didn't even follow me there.
"El this is so fucking complicated. I didn't want this to happen; it just did and now I got to face it." Mike spoke to my closed door after some minutes had passed. "I know." I said and let him in, wiping the tears of my eyes. "We were so amazing together but I guess it's all a matter of timing." I forced a smile. "Can you just... leave the house for a while so I can pack my things? I'll be gone by noon." I promised.
"What are you talking about? You don't have to go! I will."
"Are you kidding? This is your beautiful house! You're paying for it and now you got two people to support. You can turn this place to the baby's room or something."
Mike smiled at me and before I was able to get a grip of myself I grabbed him by his waist and gave him kiss. "Sorry." I whispered. Mike breathed and leaned in so we could continue. "El?" he said. "Get a tattoo for me." I nodded and playfully crossed fingers, promising him. He kissed my forehead and left. I quickly packed everything, crying about leaving my life behind and got into my car driving to an unknown destination. My records stayed there; he would take care of them.
