When I Woke Up This Morning..., chapter 6
Mike pushed the front door open and walked inside. I followed him, still not used to the layout of his house. Almost hesitantly, I headed towards the bedroom to get some clothes out of my backpack. I walked into the room and flipped on the light. I sat down on the bed and rummaged through my things.
Mike popped his head around the door and saw me.
"You should put your things into drawers if you're going to stay here," he suggested. I realized he was right.
"You're right. I'm going to find something to change into, take a shower, and then I'll do it."
"Okay," he replied and disappeared from the doorway.
Quickly, I grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom. I spent a few minutes in the shower and came out, dressed and drying my hair with a towel. Suddenly my stomach growled. I had only had a cup of hot chocolate and some snacks at Billie's house. I spied a clock on the bedstand. It read 5:26. It was close enough to dinnertime. My stomach growled again.
Still drying my hair with the towel, I shouldered my backpack and went to find Mike. He was lounging on a couch watching T. V. I didn't think he heard me come in the room. Tip-toeing over to him, I tapped his shoulder lightly. He almost jumped. I stiffled a giggle.
"Valerie! Don't sneak up on my like that! You scared the shit out of me!" he exclaimed as he turned around.
"Sorry, I just wanted to ask you what drawers do you what me to put my things in." I apologized.
His expression softened as he got up and led me back into the bedroom.
"I think some of these are empty...." he murmured as he opened and slammed drawers, loking for an empty one. Finally he found one space at the bottom of the dresser.
"Is this one okay? I know it's kinda low... " he trailed off.
"Oh it's fine. I don't need a lot of room anyway."
Mike looked happy and offered to help me put away my things, but I didn't need much help. In an organized way, I opened the drawer all the way, unzipped my bag, and promptly dumped its contents in carelessly. Mike laughed.
"That's it?"
"That's it. I never was very neat about anything." He laughed again.
Out of nowhere, a rumbling sound echoed in the small room. I realized it was my own stomach. Blushing, I folded my arms over my growling belly and stooped over a bit awkwardly.
"Guess I'm hungry," I said looking up into his blue eyes. 'They're really pretty... ' I thought for a moment.
"Come on, then, let's go find something to eat." Mike began walking towards the kitchen. I followed. Mike opened the fridge, rummaged through it a bit, then stepped away. I wordlessly noted that it contained alcohol.
"Is pizza okay?" he asked me, sounding a little embarrassed.
Laughing, I said sure. As Mike dialed, I went and sat on the couch. The T. V. Was still on. Spying the remote on the armrest, I pressed the power button and it turned off.
Sighing, I looked around for something to do. Not finding anything, I started fingering "Crazy Train" on an imaginary guitar. 'I wish I hadn't had to leave my guitar at home... ' I mused. All my thoughts about guitars led me to start to think about Tom. 'I better to visit him so he knows I'm okay. ' I could just picture the young adult pacing the floor and running his hands through his mop of hair. I almost laughed. Tom was a good friend.
I was startled as Mike sat down on the couch next to me. He wrapped his strong arm around my shoulders. I was used to this by now.
"Pizza's on its way. Hope you like pepperoni."
"Pepperoni's my favorite," I replied, turning to look at him. To my surprise, he was gazing at me with hungry eyes. I began to feel uneasy. I guess he hadn't forgotten last night, I didn't think he would have so quickly. I gulped. This was my idol, after all.
Suddenly he pulled me into a hug. I was alarmed at first, but hugged back, finding it comforting.
"You're such a good girl, Valerie. I feel almost bad for... " he whispered in my ear and trailed off. I knew what he meant.
I pulled back. Looking into his eyes, I spoke in a soft, caring voice.
"Mike, I should be thanking you. You're letting my stay here and you've helped me fufill my life's dream. Meeting Green Day. I even got to do more than that. Hell, I'm even living with the best bass player ever!"
His palm found my cheek. "Don't swear, Valerie. It doesn't fit your beauty." He pulled me back into the embrace. 'Did he really just call me beautiful? ' I knew he was right, though. My mom always said not to swear, even though she did it all the time in front of me. What a hypocrite.
The doorbell ringing made both of us jump. I broke into laugher. Mike just went and answered the door. I just sat there and waited. 'Its probably the pizza, ' I thought.
What happened next showed me that I was mistaken.
"VALERIE!" Tre exclaimed happily as he jumped me on the couch. I screamed and started laughing again. He really scared me. I wasn't expecting him.
"Mike, did you order pizza or Tre?" I called to the figure standing to the side in a muffled voice, since Tre was hugging me to death. "Is he always like this?" I asked sarcastically.
"Ever since I first met him."
"Aw, come on now. I was excited to visit my new friend again," the drummer said, getting off of me.
The doorbell rang again.
Mike popped his head around the door and saw me.
"You should put your things into drawers if you're going to stay here," he suggested. I realized he was right.
"You're right. I'm going to find something to change into, take a shower, and then I'll do it."
"Okay," he replied and disappeared from the doorway.
Quickly, I grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom. I spent a few minutes in the shower and came out, dressed and drying my hair with a towel. Suddenly my stomach growled. I had only had a cup of hot chocolate and some snacks at Billie's house. I spied a clock on the bedstand. It read 5:26. It was close enough to dinnertime. My stomach growled again.
Still drying my hair with the towel, I shouldered my backpack and went to find Mike. He was lounging on a couch watching T. V. I didn't think he heard me come in the room. Tip-toeing over to him, I tapped his shoulder lightly. He almost jumped. I stiffled a giggle.
"Valerie! Don't sneak up on my like that! You scared the shit out of me!" he exclaimed as he turned around.
"Sorry, I just wanted to ask you what drawers do you what me to put my things in." I apologized.
His expression softened as he got up and led me back into the bedroom.
"I think some of these are empty...." he murmured as he opened and slammed drawers, loking for an empty one. Finally he found one space at the bottom of the dresser.
"Is this one okay? I know it's kinda low... " he trailed off.
"Oh it's fine. I don't need a lot of room anyway."
Mike looked happy and offered to help me put away my things, but I didn't need much help. In an organized way, I opened the drawer all the way, unzipped my bag, and promptly dumped its contents in carelessly. Mike laughed.
"That's it?"
"That's it. I never was very neat about anything." He laughed again.
Out of nowhere, a rumbling sound echoed in the small room. I realized it was my own stomach. Blushing, I folded my arms over my growling belly and stooped over a bit awkwardly.
"Guess I'm hungry," I said looking up into his blue eyes. 'They're really pretty... ' I thought for a moment.
"Come on, then, let's go find something to eat." Mike began walking towards the kitchen. I followed. Mike opened the fridge, rummaged through it a bit, then stepped away. I wordlessly noted that it contained alcohol.
"Is pizza okay?" he asked me, sounding a little embarrassed.
Laughing, I said sure. As Mike dialed, I went and sat on the couch. The T. V. Was still on. Spying the remote on the armrest, I pressed the power button and it turned off.
Sighing, I looked around for something to do. Not finding anything, I started fingering "Crazy Train" on an imaginary guitar. 'I wish I hadn't had to leave my guitar at home... ' I mused. All my thoughts about guitars led me to start to think about Tom. 'I better to visit him so he knows I'm okay. ' I could just picture the young adult pacing the floor and running his hands through his mop of hair. I almost laughed. Tom was a good friend.
I was startled as Mike sat down on the couch next to me. He wrapped his strong arm around my shoulders. I was used to this by now.
"Pizza's on its way. Hope you like pepperoni."
"Pepperoni's my favorite," I replied, turning to look at him. To my surprise, he was gazing at me with hungry eyes. I began to feel uneasy. I guess he hadn't forgotten last night, I didn't think he would have so quickly. I gulped. This was my idol, after all.
Suddenly he pulled me into a hug. I was alarmed at first, but hugged back, finding it comforting.
"You're such a good girl, Valerie. I feel almost bad for... " he whispered in my ear and trailed off. I knew what he meant.
I pulled back. Looking into his eyes, I spoke in a soft, caring voice.
"Mike, I should be thanking you. You're letting my stay here and you've helped me fufill my life's dream. Meeting Green Day. I even got to do more than that. Hell, I'm even living with the best bass player ever!"
His palm found my cheek. "Don't swear, Valerie. It doesn't fit your beauty." He pulled me back into the embrace. 'Did he really just call me beautiful? ' I knew he was right, though. My mom always said not to swear, even though she did it all the time in front of me. What a hypocrite.
The doorbell ringing made both of us jump. I broke into laugher. Mike just went and answered the door. I just sat there and waited. 'Its probably the pizza, ' I thought.
What happened next showed me that I was mistaken.
"VALERIE!" Tre exclaimed happily as he jumped me on the couch. I screamed and started laughing again. He really scared me. I wasn't expecting him.
"Mike, did you order pizza or Tre?" I called to the figure standing to the side in a muffled voice, since Tre was hugging me to death. "Is he always like this?" I asked sarcastically.
"Ever since I first met him."
"Aw, come on now. I was excited to visit my new friend again," the drummer said, getting off of me.
The doorbell rang again.
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