Good things follow Bad Ones..., chapter 5
There was a knock at the door, it woke me up. Tre must be a heavy sleeper.
"Joey?" Shit it was Mike! "You there?" I pulled the covers up close, managing to mumble out a feeble reply. He opened the door further.
"Shit! You could have told me you too were in bed, anyway we need to talk, can you come down?"
"Give me 10." Mike left, closing the door, mumbling something about how disgusted he was.
"Tre?" He grunted as I spoke "I need to see Mike". I slipped out of the bed and got dressed.
What the fuck did Mike want? I opened the bedroom door to see Billie with the same sly smirk he had on yesterday
"Told you so!" He laughed before walking to the bathroom. He was gonna suffer later. When I went downstairs, Mike was sat at the kitchen table; the seat opposite had a letter in front of it. He nodded. I stared at it; there was a name, on the 'Snoopy' stationary, 'Michael Ryan Pritchard.'
"Dad?"
He didn't reply except with a small nod. I couldn't help but cry.
What's up Mikey?" Billie walked in. I ran past him, making sure to knock the arrogant bastard, Mike stood up, like he wanted to follow me, I'm glad he didn't.
"Jeez what's her problem?" Billie was definitely the big-headed one.
"Tre!" I opened the bedroom door and ran to him. He had woken up; I wished I looked that good on a morning. His open arms were a welcome embrace, an escape from reality. I needn't say anything, he understood. I felt so stupid! Why did I run? I found my dad, so why am I crying? Anyway I doubt he loves me, he has Stella. Why should he even care?
I heard shouting down stairs, Billie saying something about how stupid Mike was. Tre had begun to stroke my head; did he think I was some kind of lap dog? Oh well, he was trying to be nice, it was one of those things you see in movies, people stroking others' heads. Note to self: keep him away from the cinema. I don't want him getting anymore ideas.
***Tre's P.O.V. ***
Why am I stroking her head? I guess it was in that movie I saw about those people that did that thing, yeah that's where it's from. Oh well lets hope it makes her horny.
*** Joey's P.O.V. ***
"Tre!" A voice shouted from outside. He got up and left the room, giving me a quick kiss goodbye. I should have told him to put on some clothes first. Oh well! He was soon back in bed complaining of the cold and of his best mates' disgust, he passed me a note. It was crumpled and on what appeared to be kitchen paper. I opened it up:
Joey,
I know you're shocked. Sorry. I could of told u that a bit better. I'm a crap father. Sorry. If you want to talk I'll come round at 1pm like I do most days at Tre's house. Get him to ring me if you would rather I didn't.
I Love You,
Mike
"Tre please stop," I mumbled, he was nuzzling my neck, along with letting his hands wander. His hands felt so good.
"You know you want me," he winked. Why does he always wink?
"It's like half twelve! Mike will be here in half an hour"
"So?" Tre cocked his head on one side. "He has a key." He kissed me, Tre knew my weakness and he knew it, his face showed a look of smugness.
"Joey?" Shit it was Mike! "You there?" I pulled the covers up close, managing to mumble out a feeble reply. He opened the door further.
"Shit! You could have told me you too were in bed, anyway we need to talk, can you come down?"
"Give me 10." Mike left, closing the door, mumbling something about how disgusted he was.
"Tre?" He grunted as I spoke "I need to see Mike". I slipped out of the bed and got dressed.
What the fuck did Mike want? I opened the bedroom door to see Billie with the same sly smirk he had on yesterday
"Told you so!" He laughed before walking to the bathroom. He was gonna suffer later. When I went downstairs, Mike was sat at the kitchen table; the seat opposite had a letter in front of it. He nodded. I stared at it; there was a name, on the 'Snoopy' stationary, 'Michael Ryan Pritchard.'
"Dad?"
He didn't reply except with a small nod. I couldn't help but cry.
What's up Mikey?" Billie walked in. I ran past him, making sure to knock the arrogant bastard, Mike stood up, like he wanted to follow me, I'm glad he didn't.
"Jeez what's her problem?" Billie was definitely the big-headed one.
"Tre!" I opened the bedroom door and ran to him. He had woken up; I wished I looked that good on a morning. His open arms were a welcome embrace, an escape from reality. I needn't say anything, he understood. I felt so stupid! Why did I run? I found my dad, so why am I crying? Anyway I doubt he loves me, he has Stella. Why should he even care?
I heard shouting down stairs, Billie saying something about how stupid Mike was. Tre had begun to stroke my head; did he think I was some kind of lap dog? Oh well, he was trying to be nice, it was one of those things you see in movies, people stroking others' heads. Note to self: keep him away from the cinema. I don't want him getting anymore ideas.
***Tre's P.O.V. ***
Why am I stroking her head? I guess it was in that movie I saw about those people that did that thing, yeah that's where it's from. Oh well lets hope it makes her horny.
*** Joey's P.O.V. ***
"Tre!" A voice shouted from outside. He got up and left the room, giving me a quick kiss goodbye. I should have told him to put on some clothes first. Oh well! He was soon back in bed complaining of the cold and of his best mates' disgust, he passed me a note. It was crumpled and on what appeared to be kitchen paper. I opened it up:
Joey,
I know you're shocked. Sorry. I could of told u that a bit better. I'm a crap father. Sorry. If you want to talk I'll come round at 1pm like I do most days at Tre's house. Get him to ring me if you would rather I didn't.
I Love You,
Mike
"Tre please stop," I mumbled, he was nuzzling my neck, along with letting his hands wander. His hands felt so good.
"You know you want me," he winked. Why does he always wink?
"It's like half twelve! Mike will be here in half an hour"
"So?" Tre cocked his head on one side. "He has a key." He kissed me, Tre knew my weakness and he knew it, his face showed a look of smugness.
