Those Damn Cheerios..., chapter 2
Mike had just realized the intensity of what the impact of him sleeping with Tre's girlfriend can have. He had drifted off to a world of hopeless thought, when Tre tapped him on the shoulder.
"Miiiiiike... What's wrong.... You can tell me you know? It can't be that bad, can it?" Oh good lord it was. Mike could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but tried to hold them back, eventually causing his face to turn white. "Oh come on Mikey..." He patted Mike on the shoulder, trying to comfort him. He never suspected that Mike would ever go behind his back like that. In fact, it had never even crossed his mind. Mike had been his best friend since... forever!
"No, Tre, it's harder than you think..." Mike croaked, tears coming out. He just couldn't hold it anymore. He held his face in his hands, bawling. Tre shifted his position, to fully face Mike, and hugged him, a concerned look on his face. Mike had never cried like this. Never.
"Mike... what? What? You're starting to really scare me... You didn't kill anybody did you?" Tre chuckled at the thought of Mike actually killing somebody... ha... that wouldn't ever happen either.
Mike pulled away from Tre, stumbled up, and looked around for his coat. His eyes were red and swollen, his face totally white. He couldn't say it. He couldn't tell Tre, it was about TRE!
Tre got up too, following Mike towards the door, grabbing Mike's arm. "You are going to tell me right now, okay?" Tre seemed calm, yet very worried for his best friend. He hated seeing people hurt. Mike just stood there, Tre still grasping his arm. He didn't try to pull away, Tre had stronger arms than him, it wouldn't work. So, he just stared down to his shoes, overwhelmed with pain and guilt. It had felt so good at the time, being with her...
Tre grabbed Mike's chin, and raised it away from his shoes, to look him right in the eye. "You tell me what's wrong, I'm not gonna let you go." Tre had such a stern voice, serious. Mike couldn't fight him now, he would never win.
"Fine, Tre... I-I... ugh... I slept with your girlfriemd..." He mumbled out, pulling away from Tre's eyes. He didn't feel fit enough to deserve to look in them...
Tre let go of him, his jaw dropped. He backed away. He came back forward, opened the door, and shoved Mike out. "MIKE GOD DAMMIT!!!" Tre started crying too. He never knew that it would be this bad. "I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!!! THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU BASTARD!!!" Tre was so pissed. He charged at Mike, who was so guilty, he was totally defensless, and jumped him.
He socked Mike in the face, Mike fell to the ground, holding his jaw, wiping away the blood dripping from the side of his lip. Mike tried to sit himself up on the grass, only to be kicked right in the chest. He fell back onto the ground, crying, bleeding, gasping for air. He knew Tre was going to take this badly.
"I HATE YOU MIKE! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!" Now, passers by were starting to stare, but just walked off. They didn't want to get involved. Tre spat in Mike's face, and walked back into his house, leaving Mike sprawled out on the grass.
Mike laid in the grass for a while, thinking about the shit he had pulled. He pulled a hand to his face, rubbing his jaw. He was pretty banged up. His chest was sore, swelling up, bruising. He could feel it though his shirt. He sat up again, tried to wipe the grass and dirt off of him, tears still going.
He thought about trying to talk to Tre, but changed his mind. Tre would be calling Billie Joe anytime now, only making Billie hate him too.
Mike got up, and limped to his car. He got inside and drove home. He would have to call Billie too.
"Miiiiiike... What's wrong.... You can tell me you know? It can't be that bad, can it?" Oh good lord it was. Mike could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but tried to hold them back, eventually causing his face to turn white. "Oh come on Mikey..." He patted Mike on the shoulder, trying to comfort him. He never suspected that Mike would ever go behind his back like that. In fact, it had never even crossed his mind. Mike had been his best friend since... forever!
"No, Tre, it's harder than you think..." Mike croaked, tears coming out. He just couldn't hold it anymore. He held his face in his hands, bawling. Tre shifted his position, to fully face Mike, and hugged him, a concerned look on his face. Mike had never cried like this. Never.
"Mike... what? What? You're starting to really scare me... You didn't kill anybody did you?" Tre chuckled at the thought of Mike actually killing somebody... ha... that wouldn't ever happen either.
Mike pulled away from Tre, stumbled up, and looked around for his coat. His eyes were red and swollen, his face totally white. He couldn't say it. He couldn't tell Tre, it was about TRE!
Tre got up too, following Mike towards the door, grabbing Mike's arm. "You are going to tell me right now, okay?" Tre seemed calm, yet very worried for his best friend. He hated seeing people hurt. Mike just stood there, Tre still grasping his arm. He didn't try to pull away, Tre had stronger arms than him, it wouldn't work. So, he just stared down to his shoes, overwhelmed with pain and guilt. It had felt so good at the time, being with her...
Tre grabbed Mike's chin, and raised it away from his shoes, to look him right in the eye. "You tell me what's wrong, I'm not gonna let you go." Tre had such a stern voice, serious. Mike couldn't fight him now, he would never win.
"Fine, Tre... I-I... ugh... I slept with your girlfriemd..." He mumbled out, pulling away from Tre's eyes. He didn't feel fit enough to deserve to look in them...
Tre let go of him, his jaw dropped. He backed away. He came back forward, opened the door, and shoved Mike out. "MIKE GOD DAMMIT!!!" Tre started crying too. He never knew that it would be this bad. "I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!!! THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU BASTARD!!!" Tre was so pissed. He charged at Mike, who was so guilty, he was totally defensless, and jumped him.
He socked Mike in the face, Mike fell to the ground, holding his jaw, wiping away the blood dripping from the side of his lip. Mike tried to sit himself up on the grass, only to be kicked right in the chest. He fell back onto the ground, crying, bleeding, gasping for air. He knew Tre was going to take this badly.
"I HATE YOU MIKE! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!" Now, passers by were starting to stare, but just walked off. They didn't want to get involved. Tre spat in Mike's face, and walked back into his house, leaving Mike sprawled out on the grass.
Mike laid in the grass for a while, thinking about the shit he had pulled. He pulled a hand to his face, rubbing his jaw. He was pretty banged up. His chest was sore, swelling up, bruising. He could feel it though his shirt. He sat up again, tried to wipe the grass and dirt off of him, tears still going.
He thought about trying to talk to Tre, but changed his mind. Tre would be calling Billie Joe anytime now, only making Billie hate him too.
Mike got up, and limped to his car. He got inside and drove home. He would have to call Billie too.
