Loser. Weirdo. Faggot., chapter 9
Mike felt awkward. He had just now realized how weird it was to be in a car with a girl he didn't even know. Almost the entire ride was silent, except for the stereo quietly blasting heavy metal bands.
The music reminded him of Billie. He used to love metal. Then just all of a sudden he stopped. It was almost like he just stopped caring about everything all together. His friends. His family. His love life. It all went down the toilet along with his need for music. Mike sighed.
Yo, um..guy. We're here." The girl sitting beside Mike knocked him out of thought. He looked up to a fast food restaurant- Mc Donalds. He despised their food. They didn't even have a decent cup of coffee. He got out of the car, looking around the food establishment. He felt kind of sick.
"What do you want?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at her. She pointed to something on the menu. Mike ordered two. She could at the other one later. They grabbed their food and sat down at a table for two. She greedily unwrapped the burger. She looked starved.
Mike was wrong. She finished both of the burgers without thinking twice. He volunteered to get her something more, but she refused, shaking her head as she sipped on her drink. Mike tried to start up a conversation. It failed. None of the usual topics worked. He didn't even try to ask about her health. He almost didn't want to know.
She seemed pretty quiet until they were back in the car. As the car started, he right away heard a song. His favorite song. She looked over at him, noticing him grinning. "You like the Clash?" she asked, turning it up.
"Best fucking band on the planet would be an understatement." She laughed. Her laugh seemed to light up her face. Right away Mike liked it. He didn't know why, but it was one of the prettiest things he could ever remember hearing.
* * *
Mike opened the door to his house. A surprise was waiting for him. Tre. He was sitting on a chair he had brought over from the living room, staring out of the window. He almost looked sad. Almost. Tre looked over at him, smiling his usual smile. But he couldn't help notice that it wasn't as bright as normal.
"What in the hell?" He dropped his bags on the kitchen floor, almost letting them fall. "What are you doing?" Mike screwed his face up in laughter. Tre didn't laugh back though. He saw where Tre was looking. In the distance, there was a boy and a girl sitting on a picnic table together, laughing. Mike didn't recognize either of them.
"Why are you staring at them?" He was really confused by Tre. He was most of the time, but now this was just weird. Tre muttered something. "It's Bill." His eyes looked glassy, like he was about to cry. "I kissed him, Mikey."
Mike stepped back quickly. "You what!?" He knew he had misheard Tre. This was some weird joke. Billie was with a girl. So what? Billie always seemed to be with someone or another. He hated to be alone. He looked down at Tre. Dammit. He looked serious.
Tre sniffled. "It was so weird, Mike. I kissed him. We were both high. And then he just got pissed off and left. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to make sure if he was okay, but he would've just gotten even more pissed. So I sat here and watched him."
Mike groaned. He hated being sixteen. There was way too much drama. And too much crying. In the span of about two weeks, he had seen two of his friends nearly cry. It sucked.
"Look," Mike hesitated. He was never good at helping people with there problems. The words he wanted to say never came out right. But he would try anyways. "Bill is confused. Waaaay too much on his mind right now. He's just... " He trailed off. There was no way to describe Billie.
Tre shook his head. "I get what you're trying to say, I guess." He got up from his seat, and embraced Mike like a brother. He smiled. Tre did too. "Fuck Bill. We can party without him."
"I'll get the beer," Mike answered.
The music reminded him of Billie. He used to love metal. Then just all of a sudden he stopped. It was almost like he just stopped caring about everything all together. His friends. His family. His love life. It all went down the toilet along with his need for music. Mike sighed.
Yo, um..guy. We're here." The girl sitting beside Mike knocked him out of thought. He looked up to a fast food restaurant- Mc Donalds. He despised their food. They didn't even have a decent cup of coffee. He got out of the car, looking around the food establishment. He felt kind of sick.
"What do you want?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at her. She pointed to something on the menu. Mike ordered two. She could at the other one later. They grabbed their food and sat down at a table for two. She greedily unwrapped the burger. She looked starved.
Mike was wrong. She finished both of the burgers without thinking twice. He volunteered to get her something more, but she refused, shaking her head as she sipped on her drink. Mike tried to start up a conversation. It failed. None of the usual topics worked. He didn't even try to ask about her health. He almost didn't want to know.
She seemed pretty quiet until they were back in the car. As the car started, he right away heard a song. His favorite song. She looked over at him, noticing him grinning. "You like the Clash?" she asked, turning it up.
"Best fucking band on the planet would be an understatement." She laughed. Her laugh seemed to light up her face. Right away Mike liked it. He didn't know why, but it was one of the prettiest things he could ever remember hearing.
* * *
Mike opened the door to his house. A surprise was waiting for him. Tre. He was sitting on a chair he had brought over from the living room, staring out of the window. He almost looked sad. Almost. Tre looked over at him, smiling his usual smile. But he couldn't help notice that it wasn't as bright as normal.
"What in the hell?" He dropped his bags on the kitchen floor, almost letting them fall. "What are you doing?" Mike screwed his face up in laughter. Tre didn't laugh back though. He saw where Tre was looking. In the distance, there was a boy and a girl sitting on a picnic table together, laughing. Mike didn't recognize either of them.
"Why are you staring at them?" He was really confused by Tre. He was most of the time, but now this was just weird. Tre muttered something. "It's Bill." His eyes looked glassy, like he was about to cry. "I kissed him, Mikey."
Mike stepped back quickly. "You what!?" He knew he had misheard Tre. This was some weird joke. Billie was with a girl. So what? Billie always seemed to be with someone or another. He hated to be alone. He looked down at Tre. Dammit. He looked serious.
Tre sniffled. "It was so weird, Mike. I kissed him. We were both high. And then he just got pissed off and left. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to make sure if he was okay, but he would've just gotten even more pissed. So I sat here and watched him."
Mike groaned. He hated being sixteen. There was way too much drama. And too much crying. In the span of about two weeks, he had seen two of his friends nearly cry. It sucked.
"Look," Mike hesitated. He was never good at helping people with there problems. The words he wanted to say never came out right. But he would try anyways. "Bill is confused. Waaaay too much on his mind right now. He's just... " He trailed off. There was no way to describe Billie.
Tre shook his head. "I get what you're trying to say, I guess." He got up from his seat, and embraced Mike like a brother. He smiled. Tre did too. "Fuck Bill. We can party without him."
"I'll get the beer," Mike answered.
