Mike's Twin - A Different Green Day Story, chapter 6
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"I wonder what she'll do when she reads it," Tre wondered out loud.
"Yeah, me too," Mike said. They had both read it on the way to the coffee shop and really wanted to see Michele's reaction to it. When they got back to their flat, Billie Joe was waiting for them outside, leaning against the wall, with a joint in his hand.
"What did she say?" he asked them. The only thing he seemed to do lately was smoke joints and watch T.V. all day.
"She didn't read it in front of us," Tre said and Billie's head dropped in disappointment.
"Bitch," he mumbled to himself. He looked up again. "Did she chuck it out?"
"Nope. Just said she'd read it," Mike said as Tre walked inside to find a slice of pizza to eat. "But she did give us three tickets to go to the Monster Truck show next week!" He waved them in Billie Joe's face.
"Don't care," Billie Joe muttered.
"Hello? These cost a fortune, front rows! And she is kind enough to buy three, three tickets, just for you, and you don't care!" Mike yelled at Billie.
"Yeah, so?" Billie asked him quietly. Mike stormed inside. He knew his sister made a lot of money, more than he did, but it would have taken at least two weeks of late work nights for her to be able to pay for them.
"I'll take it that didn't go very well?" Tre asked, biting into a slice of cold pizza.
"Shut up, Tre," Mike said as he walked over to the coffee maker. He needed more coffee.
Meanwhile, Michele had gotten 'home' and was putting on her gifts from Tre. She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded. They weren't actually that bad... She put Mike's presents by the T.V. and took Billie Joe's letter out of her back pocket. She held it in her hand, thinking if she should open it or not. She decided to.
Mish,
I know now that it was wrong to kick you out like I did. I am really sorry. I want you to move back in with us, only if you want to though.
Green Day totally sucks now without your cool ideas and tunes. We really need you to keep on going, otherwise our new mate Jason will have to play instead of you, and we don't like him that much...
But anyway, I am really sorry, so please accept my apology (even if it is really late) and be friends with me again. We used to be best mates and I know we still can be.
Billie Joe
His name was squished in at the bottom of the paper. Billie had written really big and barely had any room for his name. Michele started to feel sorry for him. He really did mean what he had written, but Michele didn't know if she was ready to forgive him or not. She threw the letter in the fire and started to get ready for work. But she didn't check the back of the letter.
P.S. I'll drop in at your work for the first time tonight, just so I can see you again. I hope you don't mind. Maybe we can talk over a few drinks?
Michele arrived at work, dressed in her white, sleeveless, low-cut top, a black mini skirt with a silver belt around her hips. She had on her black high heels with silver straps keeping them on her feet. Her wavy brown with blonde streaks hair hung loose, ending about two inches below her shoulders. Her tight white top had a nametag saying 'Kristy' on it. All of the girls working here went by a different name too.
"Hey Kristy. Ready for another fun night?" Sara asked her. She was always getting laid by random strangers in the bar.
"I'm staying behind the bar again," she replied. "You know I just serve the drinks." Sara shrugged.
"You should try it once, Kristy," Sara said. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"How many times have we been through this conversation?" Michele asked her. It was pathetic. She was 21, nearly 22 and she was still a virgin.
"Too many!" Jasmine butted in from behind them. She was a pole dancer and a stripper. She literally had no brains at times.
"Exactly!" Michele said as Sara pushed open the door that read 'Staff Only'.
"Come on girls, let's get this party started!" Sara started to move her way over to a bunch of fine looking young men.
"See ya, Kristy," Jasmine said as she headed over to her place.
"Yeah, bye," Michele murmured as she walked over to the bar, a circle in the middle of the whole room with the cash, extra beer and ice kept in a chiller room in the centre of the bar. She couldn't wait until it was four o'clock, the time she got to leave.
"Hey, sexy," a man said as she walked behind the bar, ready to serve. "I'll get some of the strongest stuff you have. Keep the change." He placed a twenty-dollar note on the counter.
"Of course," Michele said and grabbed a glass mug, filled it with the strongest beer and placed it on the counter. "There you go." The man took it and walked off over to a table, full of drunk men. She picked up the note and walked inside the chiller and placed the money in her large drawer. If she managed to fill it, she got to keep half of the money she had earned plus her usual pay. She had only done that once, and only a few other girls had done once too, since it was a very hard task to do. Jasmine walked in as soon as Michele was about to leave.
"Oh, hey Kristy!" Jasmine said and put at least five twenty-dollar notes in her big drawer.
"100 already?" Michele asked, pretending to be surprised.
"No, stupid, more!" Jasmine bounced out of the room and Michele sighed. She got sick of that woman at times. Michele walked back out and served a lot more customers than she usually did and made twice as much as she did every night by one o'clock.
"And how is Kristy going?" Bryan, the manager, had come to check up on Michele. He checked all of the girls every night.
"Oh, I'm going very good," Michele replied with a smile on her face as she dried a clean glass.
"Working hard?" Bryan asked as she turned around to put the glass behind her on a shelf. He checked out her legs for the millionth time. It was their uniform, a mini skirt.
"As per normal," she answered and Bryan nodded in approval.
"So, what are you doing at four?" he asked her as she poured another man a drink.
"Going home," Michele replied, taking the man's money. She suddenly realized what Bryan was wanting. "Why?"
"Just wondering if you were spending the night alone," Bryan answered. Michele raised her eyebrows at him.
"And why do you care?"
"Look, I'll just spit it out okay? Every girl here has slept with me apart from you. It's your turn," Bryan said simply.
"No it's not," Michele replied quickly. She saw some one familiar walk in the door.
"You don't do this and your pay goes down and I'll move you to somewhere else, even if you really like being one of my bartenders." Bryan started to threaten her now. Michele looked down at her feet. "Way down."
"Is that it? Just my pay and my spot?" Michele asked him.
"Just do it Kristy. I'd hate to see you suffer like that."
"Hey! How are ya?" Billie Joe's voice echoed in Michele's mind. She looked at Billie who was sitting down next to Bryan. Michele's mouth opened slightly in surprise. Bryan looked at Billie Joe, thinking he was her boyfriend and looked back at Michele.
"I want to see you in my office after you're done," Bryan said as he stood up. "Michele." Michele sighed as he walked away. He never used their real names, never.
"So, you got my letter?" Billie Joe asked her.
"Yeah, me too," Mike said. They had both read it on the way to the coffee shop and really wanted to see Michele's reaction to it. When they got back to their flat, Billie Joe was waiting for them outside, leaning against the wall, with a joint in his hand.
"What did she say?" he asked them. The only thing he seemed to do lately was smoke joints and watch T.V. all day.
"She didn't read it in front of us," Tre said and Billie's head dropped in disappointment.
"Bitch," he mumbled to himself. He looked up again. "Did she chuck it out?"
"Nope. Just said she'd read it," Mike said as Tre walked inside to find a slice of pizza to eat. "But she did give us three tickets to go to the Monster Truck show next week!" He waved them in Billie Joe's face.
"Don't care," Billie Joe muttered.
"Hello? These cost a fortune, front rows! And she is kind enough to buy three, three tickets, just for you, and you don't care!" Mike yelled at Billie.
"Yeah, so?" Billie asked him quietly. Mike stormed inside. He knew his sister made a lot of money, more than he did, but it would have taken at least two weeks of late work nights for her to be able to pay for them.
"I'll take it that didn't go very well?" Tre asked, biting into a slice of cold pizza.
"Shut up, Tre," Mike said as he walked over to the coffee maker. He needed more coffee.
Meanwhile, Michele had gotten 'home' and was putting on her gifts from Tre. She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded. They weren't actually that bad... She put Mike's presents by the T.V. and took Billie Joe's letter out of her back pocket. She held it in her hand, thinking if she should open it or not. She decided to.
Mish,
I know now that it was wrong to kick you out like I did. I am really sorry. I want you to move back in with us, only if you want to though.
Green Day totally sucks now without your cool ideas and tunes. We really need you to keep on going, otherwise our new mate Jason will have to play instead of you, and we don't like him that much...
But anyway, I am really sorry, so please accept my apology (even if it is really late) and be friends with me again. We used to be best mates and I know we still can be.
Billie Joe
His name was squished in at the bottom of the paper. Billie had written really big and barely had any room for his name. Michele started to feel sorry for him. He really did mean what he had written, but Michele didn't know if she was ready to forgive him or not. She threw the letter in the fire and started to get ready for work. But she didn't check the back of the letter.
P.S. I'll drop in at your work for the first time tonight, just so I can see you again. I hope you don't mind. Maybe we can talk over a few drinks?
Michele arrived at work, dressed in her white, sleeveless, low-cut top, a black mini skirt with a silver belt around her hips. She had on her black high heels with silver straps keeping them on her feet. Her wavy brown with blonde streaks hair hung loose, ending about two inches below her shoulders. Her tight white top had a nametag saying 'Kristy' on it. All of the girls working here went by a different name too.
"Hey Kristy. Ready for another fun night?" Sara asked her. She was always getting laid by random strangers in the bar.
"I'm staying behind the bar again," she replied. "You know I just serve the drinks." Sara shrugged.
"You should try it once, Kristy," Sara said. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"How many times have we been through this conversation?" Michele asked her. It was pathetic. She was 21, nearly 22 and she was still a virgin.
"Too many!" Jasmine butted in from behind them. She was a pole dancer and a stripper. She literally had no brains at times.
"Exactly!" Michele said as Sara pushed open the door that read 'Staff Only'.
"Come on girls, let's get this party started!" Sara started to move her way over to a bunch of fine looking young men.
"See ya, Kristy," Jasmine said as she headed over to her place.
"Yeah, bye," Michele murmured as she walked over to the bar, a circle in the middle of the whole room with the cash, extra beer and ice kept in a chiller room in the centre of the bar. She couldn't wait until it was four o'clock, the time she got to leave.
"Hey, sexy," a man said as she walked behind the bar, ready to serve. "I'll get some of the strongest stuff you have. Keep the change." He placed a twenty-dollar note on the counter.
"Of course," Michele said and grabbed a glass mug, filled it with the strongest beer and placed it on the counter. "There you go." The man took it and walked off over to a table, full of drunk men. She picked up the note and walked inside the chiller and placed the money in her large drawer. If she managed to fill it, she got to keep half of the money she had earned plus her usual pay. She had only done that once, and only a few other girls had done once too, since it was a very hard task to do. Jasmine walked in as soon as Michele was about to leave.
"Oh, hey Kristy!" Jasmine said and put at least five twenty-dollar notes in her big drawer.
"100 already?" Michele asked, pretending to be surprised.
"No, stupid, more!" Jasmine bounced out of the room and Michele sighed. She got sick of that woman at times. Michele walked back out and served a lot more customers than she usually did and made twice as much as she did every night by one o'clock.
"And how is Kristy going?" Bryan, the manager, had come to check up on Michele. He checked all of the girls every night.
"Oh, I'm going very good," Michele replied with a smile on her face as she dried a clean glass.
"Working hard?" Bryan asked as she turned around to put the glass behind her on a shelf. He checked out her legs for the millionth time. It was their uniform, a mini skirt.
"As per normal," she answered and Bryan nodded in approval.
"So, what are you doing at four?" he asked her as she poured another man a drink.
"Going home," Michele replied, taking the man's money. She suddenly realized what Bryan was wanting. "Why?"
"Just wondering if you were spending the night alone," Bryan answered. Michele raised her eyebrows at him.
"And why do you care?"
"Look, I'll just spit it out okay? Every girl here has slept with me apart from you. It's your turn," Bryan said simply.
"No it's not," Michele replied quickly. She saw some one familiar walk in the door.
"You don't do this and your pay goes down and I'll move you to somewhere else, even if you really like being one of my bartenders." Bryan started to threaten her now. Michele looked down at her feet. "Way down."
"Is that it? Just my pay and my spot?" Michele asked him.
"Just do it Kristy. I'd hate to see you suffer like that."
"Hey! How are ya?" Billie Joe's voice echoed in Michele's mind. She looked at Billie who was sitting down next to Bryan. Michele's mouth opened slightly in surprise. Bryan looked at Billie Joe, thinking he was her boyfriend and looked back at Michele.
"I want to see you in my office after you're done," Bryan said as he stood up. "Michele." Michele sighed as he walked away. He never used their real names, never.
"So, you got my letter?" Billie Joe asked her.
