J.A.R., chapter 3
Everyone crowded around in Billie's room. The people consisting of Allen, Jason, Billie, and Ollie. Ollie seemed the first person to actually speak up, she knew no one else wanted to comment on the events that seemed to roll out today. "Now, I undrestand that alot has been going on but, a mere boy shouldn't just be strssing like this. You all need to open up to eachother or something like 'that' will happen again."
Ollie let her gaze grace the room as she studied everyone's reaction, which seemed to be a nod and briefly muttering some agreeing words. No one wanted this to happen, it seemed as though Mike had just changed in the mere amount of seconds they stood in that garage earlier.
Billie was completely nervous for Mike's sake. Everyone knew that Mike had been bottling something up, he just didn't know what. Everytime he seemed to ask Mike, he would just shrug it off and say he was having a bad day. Mike was like his brother, the mere months that seperated the two's age seemed to dissapear as though they were identical, not in looks but in thought. He understood the reason for the outburst, pent up aggresion never seemed to work with the two of them.
Jason was in another world, his mind swirling in the blackness of what he considered his thoughts, he was getting nowhere when it came of what words to say to Mike when he finally woke up, it just seemed imposible. Out of all the lectures and speeches that he had given Mike in his life, he never thought he'd have to be the one listening, and not the one talking.
Allen just seemed to be wrapped up in his own thoughts, too. The story he had heard seemed to not be able to register. It was almost a fact of some sort that Mike was the quiet, shy, and independant person of the group. there must have been something wrong with this story, it just didn't fit. He sighed, knowing that Jason was going to go leave to Mike's room soon, wondering if he could comfort the longtime friend of his with just a few words, "Jase, it's okay, everyone snaps, you just never know when it will happen."
The group huddled in the room all nodded at the truth in Allen's words, yet nothing could fix what happened today. Even though everyone knew John wasn't going to be in the band for very long, they thought Billie and Mike would just kiss his ass to make him stay. Thuogh, Mike didn't really ever want to see John again, personally, he hated the guy.
Mike woke up, shifting a bit, realising where he was. Mike, at the moment, had been buried under thick blanketing as he relised how sore and tired he was. Panic attacks always took alot out of him. His throat was dry as he licked his lips for some sort of moisture. He also noticed he was still wearing the same clothes he had on before, a blck hoodie and khaki cargo shorts with a studded belt and some black ankle socks.
His senses came back to him when he felt another presence in the room.
Jason stepped up to the bed, grabbing a chair and sitting it as close as possible to what he thought was the sleeping boy. He sighed as he brushed some hair out Mike's face, not knowing what to say to him.
Mike opened his eyes, letting them study Jason who was absentmindedly stroking hs hair in deep thought. Mike jerked away, which brought Jason back to the present, letting him see that Mike was awake and ready for questions.
Jason looked down at Mike and sighed, "I know it's hard for you and all, but i need to know what's really going on. You scared me to death out there." Mike met his eyes and spoke quietly, "I... I need your help." Jason snapped out of his thought process and raised his eyebrows, "With what?"
Mike lifted his head, hair spike up on top, and replied, "I want to find my real parents, will you help me?"
Jason was shocked to hear this. What was he going to say?
Ollie let her gaze grace the room as she studied everyone's reaction, which seemed to be a nod and briefly muttering some agreeing words. No one wanted this to happen, it seemed as though Mike had just changed in the mere amount of seconds they stood in that garage earlier.
Billie was completely nervous for Mike's sake. Everyone knew that Mike had been bottling something up, he just didn't know what. Everytime he seemed to ask Mike, he would just shrug it off and say he was having a bad day. Mike was like his brother, the mere months that seperated the two's age seemed to dissapear as though they were identical, not in looks but in thought. He understood the reason for the outburst, pent up aggresion never seemed to work with the two of them.
Jason was in another world, his mind swirling in the blackness of what he considered his thoughts, he was getting nowhere when it came of what words to say to Mike when he finally woke up, it just seemed imposible. Out of all the lectures and speeches that he had given Mike in his life, he never thought he'd have to be the one listening, and not the one talking.
Allen just seemed to be wrapped up in his own thoughts, too. The story he had heard seemed to not be able to register. It was almost a fact of some sort that Mike was the quiet, shy, and independant person of the group. there must have been something wrong with this story, it just didn't fit. He sighed, knowing that Jason was going to go leave to Mike's room soon, wondering if he could comfort the longtime friend of his with just a few words, "Jase, it's okay, everyone snaps, you just never know when it will happen."
The group huddled in the room all nodded at the truth in Allen's words, yet nothing could fix what happened today. Even though everyone knew John wasn't going to be in the band for very long, they thought Billie and Mike would just kiss his ass to make him stay. Thuogh, Mike didn't really ever want to see John again, personally, he hated the guy.
Mike woke up, shifting a bit, realising where he was. Mike, at the moment, had been buried under thick blanketing as he relised how sore and tired he was. Panic attacks always took alot out of him. His throat was dry as he licked his lips for some sort of moisture. He also noticed he was still wearing the same clothes he had on before, a blck hoodie and khaki cargo shorts with a studded belt and some black ankle socks.
His senses came back to him when he felt another presence in the room.
Jason stepped up to the bed, grabbing a chair and sitting it as close as possible to what he thought was the sleeping boy. He sighed as he brushed some hair out Mike's face, not knowing what to say to him.
Mike opened his eyes, letting them study Jason who was absentmindedly stroking hs hair in deep thought. Mike jerked away, which brought Jason back to the present, letting him see that Mike was awake and ready for questions.
Jason looked down at Mike and sighed, "I know it's hard for you and all, but i need to know what's really going on. You scared me to death out there." Mike met his eyes and spoke quietly, "I... I need your help." Jason snapped out of his thought process and raised his eyebrows, "With what?"
Mike lifted his head, hair spike up on top, and replied, "I want to find my real parents, will you help me?"
Jason was shocked to hear this. What was he going to say?
