"Why to us, Mike?" "I don't know Bill, I just hope they're not gonna find out", chapter 4
-KRISTELLE'S POV-
"I'll be there for you Billie Joe, remember it."
I could see that my words were slowly making their way through Billie's feelings. I could see he was confused. I knew he had a wife but at that moment I didn't really care, I just wanted to stay with him...
...Maybe
He was closing in, I knew he would've kissed me and I wanted to too, but something, for the second time in a day, stopped me. I didn't show it though, so I hugged him tight.
He hugged me back and kissed me on the cheek.
I melted in his arms while he kissed my cheek again. I closed my eyes as I felt another kiss, this time on the neck, then another and another and one last kiss on the cheek again.
I stared into his beautiful eyes. I thought 'God, I love him so much, and it could be unbelievable, but I don't like him because of his fame but just 'cause he... he's him'.
Perhaps he understood that.
I didn't remember we were so close but we both didn't seem to mind. Both were thinking about each other, both wanted to kiss and both were still staring in each other's eyes.
He pushed my hair behind my neck, then he putted his hands around my waist, holding me but not to tight, as to say 'I'll let you go if you don't want to kiss me, but you know we both want to, so I won't let go'.
I didn't know what made me did that, next. I suddenly stood up, as to run away.
He let me go.
I thought he would've stopped me. I wasn't looking at him but I could feel his eyes on me. There was total silence.
He whispered "Please... don't go..."
I turned around. I saw him looking at the floor, with his hair that covered his eyes. Then he stood up. I was at the door and he walked through the room and closed it. Now he was standing right in front of me. But the look he gave me was sweet, and kinda loving.
I didn't think he was doing it just to have fun. I knew he wanted to tell me something, and that something wasn't bad at all, I just felt it.
He didn't have bad intention at all, I could have say by the look on his face.
Yet again, I turned around, walking away from me, and even if my heart was begging not to do that, my brain decided that I had to go away from him. I didn't want it though.
I took just a few steps when everything happened really fast.
He grabbed me by the wrist.
I turned around.
I saw him too near to me.
I stared one last time in those gorgeous green eyes, before closing mine, then...
Our lips softly touched.
The kiss became slowly more passionate, even if he didn't dare let his tonge go past my lips, 'cause maybe he didn't know what I was really feeling, and if I wanted, too.
We broke apart after 10 seconds, or so.
I asked him "...W-W-Why?"
I mentally kicked myself, what the fuck kind of question was 'why'?
He stared at me, then he answered with a soft, but sweet voice, holding my hands and watching his feet.
"I think I like you..."
-MIKE'S P.O.V.-
I was laying on my bed thinking.
Was she feeling the same way I was feeling?
I didn't know the reason that brought me to kiss her but I had just admitted that I like her, what could I do? And what if whe didn't want to se me again? What if she hated me for what I did? What if she thought I was a pedophile?
My thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Micheal Ryan!"
"Tre! What the fuck, call me Mike or I'll call you... FRANK EDWIN!" I said, a bit disappointed that it wasn't Katy. Yeah, what an idiot, she doesn't have my number.
"NO! PLEASE!!! Ok, ok... Mike."
"Good boy" I smiled to myself.
"So, will you please tell me why you went away like that, without even grabbing your bass?"
"Holy fuck! My bass! I left it there!!"
"Yes, you dumbass!" I could tell he was laughing. "And why the fuck did you run away from the kitchen, leaving that poor Katy crying?" What? Did I hear well?
"Crying? W-w-what do you mean crying?"
"Crying Mike, ya know? C-R-Y-I-N-G. Crying. God, you're so fucking retarded, sometimes I think you could go backwards."
"Was she really crying?" I couldn't believe it.
"Yes, fuck, what did you do?"
"Nothing... I hope." I was worried.
"Well, you better..." but I cut in.
"I gotta go Tre, I'm gonna pick up the bass" I said, without thinking.
"Oh, ok, look, Adie took it. Go to her house."
"K, bye."
"Hey Mike, wait..." But I hang up.
In less than a minute I was at Adie's. When she opened the door, I saw someone running up the stairs. I didn't bother, it could have been Joey or Jakob.
"Hey Mike."
"Hi Adie, Tre told me you took my bass."
"Your bass?" was she confused, or it's just my imagination?
"Yeah, ya know, I left it at the studio, and he told me you got it."
"Oh... sure...!!" Well, finally she seemed to understand. "It's upstairs, in the guest room."
I didn't wait for more. I headed upstairs and I was nearly at the door when I heard someone crying inside.
Holy shit, I didn't remember that Katy was Adie's guest. But why the hell did she put my bass in Katy's room?
"Why don't you go in?" Adie asked me. I turned around and faced her.
"Goddamit Adie! Why the fuck did you put my bass in Katy's room?!"
"She told me, ya know." She said, with a little bit of anger in her eyes. "She told me you kissed her and then you ran away."
"But Adie..." I didn't know exactly what to say. "I was confused... and it wasn't even a real kiss..." I told her the first thing that came into my mind.
"A kiss is a kiss, Mike, you know it. And it meant the world to Katy!"
"But..."
She cut in "Now you'll go in there and tell here you're sorry."
"Sorry for what?" I nearly shouted "For kissing her? Or for running away?"
We didn't notice we were talking too loud.
The door sprung open.
"I'll be there for you Billie Joe, remember it."
I could see that my words were slowly making their way through Billie's feelings. I could see he was confused. I knew he had a wife but at that moment I didn't really care, I just wanted to stay with him...
...Maybe
He was closing in, I knew he would've kissed me and I wanted to too, but something, for the second time in a day, stopped me. I didn't show it though, so I hugged him tight.
He hugged me back and kissed me on the cheek.
I melted in his arms while he kissed my cheek again. I closed my eyes as I felt another kiss, this time on the neck, then another and another and one last kiss on the cheek again.
I stared into his beautiful eyes. I thought 'God, I love him so much, and it could be unbelievable, but I don't like him because of his fame but just 'cause he... he's him'.
Perhaps he understood that.
I didn't remember we were so close but we both didn't seem to mind. Both were thinking about each other, both wanted to kiss and both were still staring in each other's eyes.
He pushed my hair behind my neck, then he putted his hands around my waist, holding me but not to tight, as to say 'I'll let you go if you don't want to kiss me, but you know we both want to, so I won't let go'.
I didn't know what made me did that, next. I suddenly stood up, as to run away.
He let me go.
I thought he would've stopped me. I wasn't looking at him but I could feel his eyes on me. There was total silence.
He whispered "Please... don't go..."
I turned around. I saw him looking at the floor, with his hair that covered his eyes. Then he stood up. I was at the door and he walked through the room and closed it. Now he was standing right in front of me. But the look he gave me was sweet, and kinda loving.
I didn't think he was doing it just to have fun. I knew he wanted to tell me something, and that something wasn't bad at all, I just felt it.
He didn't have bad intention at all, I could have say by the look on his face.
Yet again, I turned around, walking away from me, and even if my heart was begging not to do that, my brain decided that I had to go away from him. I didn't want it though.
I took just a few steps when everything happened really fast.
He grabbed me by the wrist.
I turned around.
I saw him too near to me.
I stared one last time in those gorgeous green eyes, before closing mine, then...
Our lips softly touched.
The kiss became slowly more passionate, even if he didn't dare let his tonge go past my lips, 'cause maybe he didn't know what I was really feeling, and if I wanted, too.
We broke apart after 10 seconds, or so.
I asked him "...W-W-Why?"
I mentally kicked myself, what the fuck kind of question was 'why'?
He stared at me, then he answered with a soft, but sweet voice, holding my hands and watching his feet.
"I think I like you..."
-MIKE'S P.O.V.-
I was laying on my bed thinking.
Was she feeling the same way I was feeling?
I didn't know the reason that brought me to kiss her but I had just admitted that I like her, what could I do? And what if whe didn't want to se me again? What if she hated me for what I did? What if she thought I was a pedophile?
My thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Micheal Ryan!"
"Tre! What the fuck, call me Mike or I'll call you... FRANK EDWIN!" I said, a bit disappointed that it wasn't Katy. Yeah, what an idiot, she doesn't have my number.
"NO! PLEASE!!! Ok, ok... Mike."
"Good boy" I smiled to myself.
"So, will you please tell me why you went away like that, without even grabbing your bass?"
"Holy fuck! My bass! I left it there!!"
"Yes, you dumbass!" I could tell he was laughing. "And why the fuck did you run away from the kitchen, leaving that poor Katy crying?" What? Did I hear well?
"Crying? W-w-what do you mean crying?"
"Crying Mike, ya know? C-R-Y-I-N-G. Crying. God, you're so fucking retarded, sometimes I think you could go backwards."
"Was she really crying?" I couldn't believe it.
"Yes, fuck, what did you do?"
"Nothing... I hope." I was worried.
"Well, you better..." but I cut in.
"I gotta go Tre, I'm gonna pick up the bass" I said, without thinking.
"Oh, ok, look, Adie took it. Go to her house."
"K, bye."
"Hey Mike, wait..." But I hang up.
In less than a minute I was at Adie's. When she opened the door, I saw someone running up the stairs. I didn't bother, it could have been Joey or Jakob.
"Hey Mike."
"Hi Adie, Tre told me you took my bass."
"Your bass?" was she confused, or it's just my imagination?
"Yeah, ya know, I left it at the studio, and he told me you got it."
"Oh... sure...!!" Well, finally she seemed to understand. "It's upstairs, in the guest room."
I didn't wait for more. I headed upstairs and I was nearly at the door when I heard someone crying inside.
Holy shit, I didn't remember that Katy was Adie's guest. But why the hell did she put my bass in Katy's room?
"Why don't you go in?" Adie asked me. I turned around and faced her.
"Goddamit Adie! Why the fuck did you put my bass in Katy's room?!"
"She told me, ya know." She said, with a little bit of anger in her eyes. "She told me you kissed her and then you ran away."
"But Adie..." I didn't know exactly what to say. "I was confused... and it wasn't even a real kiss..." I told her the first thing that came into my mind.
"A kiss is a kiss, Mike, you know it. And it meant the world to Katy!"
"But..."
She cut in "Now you'll go in there and tell here you're sorry."
"Sorry for what?" I nearly shouted "For kissing her? Or for running away?"
We didn't notice we were talking too loud.
The door sprung open.
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