Give me novacaine, chapter 2
I waited and waited until I thought the time was right.
"Okay, here it goes," I sighed.
I slowly dialed the faded number that had been put up on the fridge a month and a half ago. It rang three times and a familiar voice came through the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi um, is Mike there?"
"Yeah. Who are you?"
"I just need to talk to Mike, please."
"Okay. Hold on a minute."
"Alright."
"Mike!"
"Oh my god Tre`what do you want now?"
"There's someone on the phone for you!"
"Well, who is it???"
"I don't know!!"
"Can it wait??"
"I dunno!"
"Well then, ask!"
"Who is this, and can your call wait?"
"Tell Mike that it's Asher. He met me at the hospital."
"It's a girl named Ashley or something. You met her at a hospital."
"Asher?" Mikes voice drifted through the kitchen. He was on speaker phone because I was making dinner.
"Yeah. What's up?"
"Oh, not much. What's goin' on with you?"
"Nothing. I was just calling to see about that uh, lunch date you mentioned to me at the hospital."
"Oh, yeah, um hey, do you wanna come over to my house and we can go out for dinner?"
"Or I can come over and we could stay in for dinner. I'll bring it over. It's already done."
"Okay. Sounds good to me. So 7:00."
"Okay. I'll see you then."
"Bye."
"Bye." I hung up the phone and jumped into the shower.
Half an hour later, I parked in front of their house and hopped out of the car. Before I had time to knock on the door , Billie Joe answered it wearing sleep pants and a t-shirt. His hair was all messy and his eyeliner was smudged. "Are you that Asher girl?" He asked sleepily.
"Yeah. I brought dinner."
"Well, in that case come on in. Mike will be out in a little while. You can just sit down and wait if you want. just be careful of Tre`. He has a tendency to, uh, well, attack people!"
We walked over and plopped down on the couch. Billie Joe turned on the t.v. and flipped through the channels. A few minutes later, Mike walked in. "Hey Asher."
"Hey." I walked over and he pulled me in for a hug.
"Okay, here it goes," I sighed.
I slowly dialed the faded number that had been put up on the fridge a month and a half ago. It rang three times and a familiar voice came through the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi um, is Mike there?"
"Yeah. Who are you?"
"I just need to talk to Mike, please."
"Okay. Hold on a minute."
"Alright."
"Mike!"
"Oh my god Tre`what do you want now?"
"There's someone on the phone for you!"
"Well, who is it???"
"I don't know!!"
"Can it wait??"
"I dunno!"
"Well then, ask!"
"Who is this, and can your call wait?"
"Tell Mike that it's Asher. He met me at the hospital."
"It's a girl named Ashley or something. You met her at a hospital."
"Asher?" Mikes voice drifted through the kitchen. He was on speaker phone because I was making dinner.
"Yeah. What's up?"
"Oh, not much. What's goin' on with you?"
"Nothing. I was just calling to see about that uh, lunch date you mentioned to me at the hospital."
"Oh, yeah, um hey, do you wanna come over to my house and we can go out for dinner?"
"Or I can come over and we could stay in for dinner. I'll bring it over. It's already done."
"Okay. Sounds good to me. So 7:00."
"Okay. I'll see you then."
"Bye."
"Bye." I hung up the phone and jumped into the shower.
Half an hour later, I parked in front of their house and hopped out of the car. Before I had time to knock on the door , Billie Joe answered it wearing sleep pants and a t-shirt. His hair was all messy and his eyeliner was smudged. "Are you that Asher girl?" He asked sleepily.
"Yeah. I brought dinner."
"Well, in that case come on in. Mike will be out in a little while. You can just sit down and wait if you want. just be careful of Tre`. He has a tendency to, uh, well, attack people!"
We walked over and plopped down on the couch. Billie Joe turned on the t.v. and flipped through the channels. A few minutes later, Mike walked in. "Hey Asher."
"Hey." I walked over and he pulled me in for a hug.
