You Got Me On My Knees, chapter 7
As I looked down on Mike's face I couldn't help but finally start thinking about what was going to happen after we both left the bathroom of the club.
He was running his finger over the tattoo I had promised to get for him, placing soft kisses on it.
"Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"I think we should get out of here sooner or later."
"I know El... " he sighed but stayed still. "So how are things going for you?" I asked, trying to make the atmosphere a little less tense.
"Good. How are things going for you?"
"Also good."
"Glad to hear it." He whispered softly and brought his lips to mine once more. I captured his cheeks with my hands and kissed back. "I'm gonna miss you little girl... " he murmured against my ear and I felled the tears welling up on my eyes. "I'm gonna miss you too big boy... "
I kissed his neck, embraced him with all my power and finally got off his lap, leaving him sitting there, watching me go.
I cried myself to sleep that night as you all can imagine. God if I could ever have a desert island top five most memorable break ups Mike Dirnt would be staying at number one for A LONG time.
Congratulations Mike, hope you're proud of yourself. But of course it wasn't his fault that we couldn't be together. It was all a matter of fucking timing. Jane and David did their best to cheer me up after the tragic night.
(Yeah I did have sex with the man that I love but we parted afterwards so I know what I'm talking about when I say tragic). They were extremely nice to me for weeks trying to see me put on something other than my sweatpants and not live on ice cream and cookies. It worked a month later when I woke up one morning, looked in the mirror and discovered I disgusted myself.
"Dude you need a bath like right now." A girl with pink hair and pierced lips told me quite kindly.
"Do you live here?" I wondered.
"A guy who is good in bed does." She snapped back at me.
"Fair enough." I told her and disappeared in one of the bathrooms, taking the longest shower of my life.
"Jane I desperately need a make over." I begged my friend once I finished my shower.
"You finally stopped pining over Mike?" she asked in excitement.
"No." I whined. "But I simply can't keep on like this. I've been wearing the same pants for two weeks."
"Ok that was all the information I needed and more if you allow me. Go get some jeans on. We're going shopping."
Girl shopping was never something I was used to. When I was younger I went shopping by myself and then I lived with three guys so I bought my stuff when we had nothing else to do than go look for clothes.
They all had a good time saying what would look nice on me.
Girl shopping however was completely different. It was business. First we would go look around and find out what we like but not buy anything.
Then we would start trying some clothes and if we actually decided to buy them, we would have to find matching pants, or shirts, or shoes, or skirts...
Then we would take a lunch break and continue by choosing make-up, perfumes and stuff like that. By the end of the day we would be exhausted but we still would go home and try everything again.
And that's what we did. It was fun actually, walking around and getting new things. It made me feel like a little refreshed. But still all I could think about was 'Would Mike like me wearing this?' or 'Mike would so not approve of this' or 'I bet he would want to do me if he ever saw me with that.' Stuff like that.
"Okay so tomorrow we're having our hair and nails done and then I'm taking you to a party... " Jane was really facing me as her new project. "It will be cool; you can wear this black dress we bought."
"Thanks Jenny. But I won't know anyone at the party." I said.
"Well that's the point!" she cried. "Meet new people! Get your mind off... " she stopped before he said his name. "You know... get your mind off worries... "
I dyed my hair for the first time in my life. At first I said I wouldn't do it even if Jane and the hair stylist started getting every single hair off my head but they talked me into it by one way or another.
(You wouldn't want me to tell you details of their convincing methods).
So my black hair became a color called 'Dirty Blonde' meaning something between blonde and brown but more brown... Yeah something like that.
After that I saw my nails turning into silver and finally Jane told me I could choose something for myself and even though I felt like a five-year-old who had just been allowed chocolate I decided to pierce my nose! And it looked so fucking great.
My new self was appealing I guess since I got a few glances on my way back. And, considering I was walking next to someone like Jane that was quite the achievement.
I found myself having a good time and somehow I regretted it, thinking of Mike's face in that bathroom as I walked away. I never thought I would say it but I felt guilty for enjoying myself. Has it ever happened to you?
He was running his finger over the tattoo I had promised to get for him, placing soft kisses on it.
"Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"I think we should get out of here sooner or later."
"I know El... " he sighed but stayed still. "So how are things going for you?" I asked, trying to make the atmosphere a little less tense.
"Good. How are things going for you?"
"Also good."
"Glad to hear it." He whispered softly and brought his lips to mine once more. I captured his cheeks with my hands and kissed back. "I'm gonna miss you little girl... " he murmured against my ear and I felled the tears welling up on my eyes. "I'm gonna miss you too big boy... "
I kissed his neck, embraced him with all my power and finally got off his lap, leaving him sitting there, watching me go.
I cried myself to sleep that night as you all can imagine. God if I could ever have a desert island top five most memorable break ups Mike Dirnt would be staying at number one for A LONG time.
Congratulations Mike, hope you're proud of yourself. But of course it wasn't his fault that we couldn't be together. It was all a matter of fucking timing. Jane and David did their best to cheer me up after the tragic night.
(Yeah I did have sex with the man that I love but we parted afterwards so I know what I'm talking about when I say tragic). They were extremely nice to me for weeks trying to see me put on something other than my sweatpants and not live on ice cream and cookies. It worked a month later when I woke up one morning, looked in the mirror and discovered I disgusted myself.
"Dude you need a bath like right now." A girl with pink hair and pierced lips told me quite kindly.
"Do you live here?" I wondered.
"A guy who is good in bed does." She snapped back at me.
"Fair enough." I told her and disappeared in one of the bathrooms, taking the longest shower of my life.
"Jane I desperately need a make over." I begged my friend once I finished my shower.
"You finally stopped pining over Mike?" she asked in excitement.
"No." I whined. "But I simply can't keep on like this. I've been wearing the same pants for two weeks."
"Ok that was all the information I needed and more if you allow me. Go get some jeans on. We're going shopping."
Girl shopping was never something I was used to. When I was younger I went shopping by myself and then I lived with three guys so I bought my stuff when we had nothing else to do than go look for clothes.
They all had a good time saying what would look nice on me.
Girl shopping however was completely different. It was business. First we would go look around and find out what we like but not buy anything.
Then we would start trying some clothes and if we actually decided to buy them, we would have to find matching pants, or shirts, or shoes, or skirts...
Then we would take a lunch break and continue by choosing make-up, perfumes and stuff like that. By the end of the day we would be exhausted but we still would go home and try everything again.
And that's what we did. It was fun actually, walking around and getting new things. It made me feel like a little refreshed. But still all I could think about was 'Would Mike like me wearing this?' or 'Mike would so not approve of this' or 'I bet he would want to do me if he ever saw me with that.' Stuff like that.
"Okay so tomorrow we're having our hair and nails done and then I'm taking you to a party... " Jane was really facing me as her new project. "It will be cool; you can wear this black dress we bought."
"Thanks Jenny. But I won't know anyone at the party." I said.
"Well that's the point!" she cried. "Meet new people! Get your mind off... " she stopped before he said his name. "You know... get your mind off worries... "
I dyed my hair for the first time in my life. At first I said I wouldn't do it even if Jane and the hair stylist started getting every single hair off my head but they talked me into it by one way or another.
(You wouldn't want me to tell you details of their convincing methods).
So my black hair became a color called 'Dirty Blonde' meaning something between blonde and brown but more brown... Yeah something like that.
After that I saw my nails turning into silver and finally Jane told me I could choose something for myself and even though I felt like a five-year-old who had just been allowed chocolate I decided to pierce my nose! And it looked so fucking great.
My new self was appealing I guess since I got a few glances on my way back. And, considering I was walking next to someone like Jane that was quite the achievement.
I found myself having a good time and somehow I regretted it, thinking of Mike's face in that bathroom as I walked away. I never thought I would say it but I felt guilty for enjoying myself. Has it ever happened to you?
