Too Pretty For Scars, chapter 3
"Tre. Go to sleep. I'll get blankets and pillows for Jerica. Don't you worry 'bout her. You haven't slept in like three days. You need it. Go to bed." Mike commanded.
Tre nodded and went to his room. He stopped before closing the door and waved to me. I blushed and waved back. He shut the door and turned his light off. Billie Joe's light finally turned off and it was silent in his room. Mike was sitting on the couch and he motioned for me to sit next to him. I walked over and plopped down facing him.
"I know you only met me... But how much do you trust me?"
"Well... Actually a lot. I always figured you were the most polite, honest, and trustworthy person in the band..." I shrugged.
He laughed, "I probably am. Anyways, I saw a cut on your wrist and a few scars... Do you, uh, cut yourself?"
"Well... Uh, yeah." I said wincing.
"Don't anymore. Please. My cousin died from cutting herself. I don't want you to get hurt. Promise me you'll never do it again?"
I felt tears slide down my cheeks, "I never had anyone there for me so I'd just slit it, hoping one day I'd cut too deep."
He held my hand, "Tre looks at you in a way I've never seen before. I think he's in love. Don't take a chance at it, if you succeed, it'll break his heart. And besides, you're way too pretty for scars."
"I don't want to die anymore. Not if you guys are here for me."
"We are." Mike said getting up and going to the closet. He pulled out blankets and pillows for me. I got up and helped him make my bed. Our hands grazed each other and he looked up and smiled. I smiled back.
"It's strange you say you're here for me when we've only met but thirty minutes ago." I remarked.
"I know, but Tre, we'll do anything for the person he loves."
"He doesn't love me." I protested, laughing nervously.
"Well, I... You know what I mean... He just, is really smitten..." Mike said trying to cover-up.
"Yeah... Smitten... Hey, I think tomorrow, I'll find a cheap motel to stay at." I said quickly.
"No you won't, ignore what I just said... I take it back... Don't leave... Tre hasn't gone to bed in three nights, he just sits on the couch... Look at the influence you have on him already... Please just stay..." Mike pleaded.
"You really care about him, don't you?" I asked carefully.
"Yeah, he's like my brother."
"Fine... I'll stay... But only for a little while." I gave up. Mike smiled and continued to fuss with the blankets.
"No need to make them perfect. I'm just going to mess them up in ten minutes." I chuckled. He grinned and folded down the top corner. I decided he was most definitely a perfectionist.
"Thanks." I grinned.
"Yeah." he replied, "I'm gonna go to bed now. G'night."
"Night." I said as he turned the corner and went into his room. The door was carefully shut and the light flicked off.
I smiled to myself and crawled into bed... Or the couch, I should say. I looked around me.
"Aw crap." I mumbled to myself... Then I yelled, "Mike!"
He literally came running out by me, "What is it?"
"Can you turn off the lights?"
He sighed, "Oh. Sure." and then he went back into his room, chuckling the whole way. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
Tre nodded and went to his room. He stopped before closing the door and waved to me. I blushed and waved back. He shut the door and turned his light off. Billie Joe's light finally turned off and it was silent in his room. Mike was sitting on the couch and he motioned for me to sit next to him. I walked over and plopped down facing him.
"I know you only met me... But how much do you trust me?"
"Well... Actually a lot. I always figured you were the most polite, honest, and trustworthy person in the band..." I shrugged.
He laughed, "I probably am. Anyways, I saw a cut on your wrist and a few scars... Do you, uh, cut yourself?"
"Well... Uh, yeah." I said wincing.
"Don't anymore. Please. My cousin died from cutting herself. I don't want you to get hurt. Promise me you'll never do it again?"
I felt tears slide down my cheeks, "I never had anyone there for me so I'd just slit it, hoping one day I'd cut too deep."
He held my hand, "Tre looks at you in a way I've never seen before. I think he's in love. Don't take a chance at it, if you succeed, it'll break his heart. And besides, you're way too pretty for scars."
"I don't want to die anymore. Not if you guys are here for me."
"We are." Mike said getting up and going to the closet. He pulled out blankets and pillows for me. I got up and helped him make my bed. Our hands grazed each other and he looked up and smiled. I smiled back.
"It's strange you say you're here for me when we've only met but thirty minutes ago." I remarked.
"I know, but Tre, we'll do anything for the person he loves."
"He doesn't love me." I protested, laughing nervously.
"Well, I... You know what I mean... He just, is really smitten..." Mike said trying to cover-up.
"Yeah... Smitten... Hey, I think tomorrow, I'll find a cheap motel to stay at." I said quickly.
"No you won't, ignore what I just said... I take it back... Don't leave... Tre hasn't gone to bed in three nights, he just sits on the couch... Look at the influence you have on him already... Please just stay..." Mike pleaded.
"You really care about him, don't you?" I asked carefully.
"Yeah, he's like my brother."
"Fine... I'll stay... But only for a little while." I gave up. Mike smiled and continued to fuss with the blankets.
"No need to make them perfect. I'm just going to mess them up in ten minutes." I chuckled. He grinned and folded down the top corner. I decided he was most definitely a perfectionist.
"Thanks." I grinned.
"Yeah." he replied, "I'm gonna go to bed now. G'night."
"Night." I said as he turned the corner and went into his room. The door was carefully shut and the light flicked off.
I smiled to myself and crawled into bed... Or the couch, I should say. I looked around me.
"Aw crap." I mumbled to myself... Then I yelled, "Mike!"
He literally came running out by me, "What is it?"
"Can you turn off the lights?"
He sighed, "Oh. Sure." and then he went back into his room, chuckling the whole way. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
