I'll Stand By And Watch You Drown, chapter 4
~*~*Mike's POV~*~*
It wasn't my fault that Billie Joe had started smoking! In a way it's his dad's fault, even though I know that he didn't want to die. Sure, I gave it to Billie Joe. But that's only cuz he seemed so depressed. I thought I would brighten up his mood. But then he had to be caught by Veronica. He had to say," I'm over here!" and sound more stoned than he was in the process. It was only his 3rd time, so it was kinda strong for him. Then little Ms. Goody To Shoes had to come. Speaking of Veronica, I could hear her coming torwards me right now.
"Thinking of an exuse, Mike?" she asked me.
"No."
"Do you have a good reason?"
"Yes."
"Well?"
He sighed, then said," You're not going to think it's a good answer, but I gave it to him because I care about him."
"WHAT THE FUCK?! IS YOUR BRAIN WORKING AT ALL?!"
"Yes, it IS! CALM DOWN!He was depressed about his dad dying, so I thought that it might bring up his spirits."
"Dying younger is gonna bring up his spirits?"
I was stuck on this one. What could I say? 'While he was alive'? No. That would make her even madder at me. I found it was smarter to just stay queit rather than to get into a huge fight about something as small as this.
"You only go around the track once," I said.
"Then go to Hell afterwards!" she yelled.
I could not stand this anymore. I got up and walked past Veronica, about to hit her by raising a fist, then deciding against it, and walking out the front door. I was just walking. To where? I had no clue. Maybe I would go and visit Jimmy....
~*~*Billie Joe's POV~*~*
"What do you think happened?" Tre asked me.
"How should I have a fucking clue? All I heard was yelling and then the door slaming."
"Who do you think left?" he asked me.
"Mike."
"To where?"
"Why the fuck are you asking me so many questions?"
"Answer it! PLEASE?"
"Uhh.... Fine! I don't know. Home?"
"Nope. Jimmy's."
"Why did you ask me if you knew the answer?"
"Because I.... Ummmm.... I have no clue."
Wow, Tre was being pretty retarded right now! "Should we go ask what happened?" I asked him, hoping he wouldn't answer it with a question somehow. He scratched his head, as if in deep thought (YEAH, RIGHT!), and then said," Uh, yeah. I think we should."
I was the first to leave the room. I went down the hallway, Tre tailing right behind me, and stopped suddenly when I heard Veronica crying. Tre hearing this ran past me and knocked me into the wall, hitting my head pretty hard.
"Tre! You retarded mother fucking asshole!"
"What did I do?" he asked, already sitting be Veronica.
"What do you think?" I asked him.
"Huh? OH! Sorry, Billie Joe...."
"Whatever...."
I came into the living room and sat on the other side of Veronica. Tre offered to hold her, but she shook her head and leaned against me.
"What's wrong with me?!" Tre half asked, half yelled.
"She's afraid of gay guys." I joked.
"Well you're bi!"
"So?"
"I am too! What's wrong with me?"
"You're not as comforting as me."
"Jerk..." he mumbled and sat back against the couch, his arms folded across his chest.
I now looked down at Veronica. She was whimpering and shaking because of sobbing so much. I told her to calm down. This made her cry worse and start shaking even more violently, earning me a smack in the back of the head from Tre. I glared at him, then turned down to Veronica, and asked her," What's wrong, Veronica? Is it Mike?" She looked up at me with her bloodshot eyes and, to my horror, nodded.
"What did he do?" Tre asked her.
"You and your fucking questions," I mumbled.
"H-he got, re-really mad and, and. And was about to hit me."
"How do you know?" I asked, shocked that my best friend would do such a thing.
"Please, Billie Joe. He raised his fist and there was this look of anger in his eyes. I know what it's like when someone hits me!" she cried.
Saying this, of course, she reminded herself of all the times she had been abused, and how painful it had been. She cried even harder and my shirt was drenched with her tears. I felt tears going down my own face, too.
"I'm scared, you guys," she said, buring her face into my shoulder.
"We'll help you," Tre said," We can talk to him if you want."
"We would have to go get him," I told Tre.
"We've been to Jimmy before, we can go to him again, Billie Joe."
"YOU'VE WHAT?!" Veronica yelled, looking from Tre's face to mine.
"Been to Jimmy?" Tre asked, terrified.
"TRE!" I yelled. "That means shut up when she yells like that!"
It wasn't my fault that Billie Joe had started smoking! In a way it's his dad's fault, even though I know that he didn't want to die. Sure, I gave it to Billie Joe. But that's only cuz he seemed so depressed. I thought I would brighten up his mood. But then he had to be caught by Veronica. He had to say," I'm over here!" and sound more stoned than he was in the process. It was only his 3rd time, so it was kinda strong for him. Then little Ms. Goody To Shoes had to come. Speaking of Veronica, I could hear her coming torwards me right now.
"Thinking of an exuse, Mike?" she asked me.
"No."
"Do you have a good reason?"
"Yes."
"Well?"
He sighed, then said," You're not going to think it's a good answer, but I gave it to him because I care about him."
"WHAT THE FUCK?! IS YOUR BRAIN WORKING AT ALL?!"
"Yes, it IS! CALM DOWN!He was depressed about his dad dying, so I thought that it might bring up his spirits."
"Dying younger is gonna bring up his spirits?"
I was stuck on this one. What could I say? 'While he was alive'? No. That would make her even madder at me. I found it was smarter to just stay queit rather than to get into a huge fight about something as small as this.
"You only go around the track once," I said.
"Then go to Hell afterwards!" she yelled.
I could not stand this anymore. I got up and walked past Veronica, about to hit her by raising a fist, then deciding against it, and walking out the front door. I was just walking. To where? I had no clue. Maybe I would go and visit Jimmy....
~*~*Billie Joe's POV~*~*
"What do you think happened?" Tre asked me.
"How should I have a fucking clue? All I heard was yelling and then the door slaming."
"Who do you think left?" he asked me.
"Mike."
"To where?"
"Why the fuck are you asking me so many questions?"
"Answer it! PLEASE?"
"Uhh.... Fine! I don't know. Home?"
"Nope. Jimmy's."
"Why did you ask me if you knew the answer?"
"Because I.... Ummmm.... I have no clue."
Wow, Tre was being pretty retarded right now! "Should we go ask what happened?" I asked him, hoping he wouldn't answer it with a question somehow. He scratched his head, as if in deep thought (YEAH, RIGHT!), and then said," Uh, yeah. I think we should."
I was the first to leave the room. I went down the hallway, Tre tailing right behind me, and stopped suddenly when I heard Veronica crying. Tre hearing this ran past me and knocked me into the wall, hitting my head pretty hard.
"Tre! You retarded mother fucking asshole!"
"What did I do?" he asked, already sitting be Veronica.
"What do you think?" I asked him.
"Huh? OH! Sorry, Billie Joe...."
"Whatever...."
I came into the living room and sat on the other side of Veronica. Tre offered to hold her, but she shook her head and leaned against me.
"What's wrong with me?!" Tre half asked, half yelled.
"She's afraid of gay guys." I joked.
"Well you're bi!"
"So?"
"I am too! What's wrong with me?"
"You're not as comforting as me."
"Jerk..." he mumbled and sat back against the couch, his arms folded across his chest.
I now looked down at Veronica. She was whimpering and shaking because of sobbing so much. I told her to calm down. This made her cry worse and start shaking even more violently, earning me a smack in the back of the head from Tre. I glared at him, then turned down to Veronica, and asked her," What's wrong, Veronica? Is it Mike?" She looked up at me with her bloodshot eyes and, to my horror, nodded.
"What did he do?" Tre asked her.
"You and your fucking questions," I mumbled.
"H-he got, re-really mad and, and. And was about to hit me."
"How do you know?" I asked, shocked that my best friend would do such a thing.
"Please, Billie Joe. He raised his fist and there was this look of anger in his eyes. I know what it's like when someone hits me!" she cried.
Saying this, of course, she reminded herself of all the times she had been abused, and how painful it had been. She cried even harder and my shirt was drenched with her tears. I felt tears going down my own face, too.
"I'm scared, you guys," she said, buring her face into my shoulder.
"We'll help you," Tre said," We can talk to him if you want."
"We would have to go get him," I told Tre.
"We've been to Jimmy before, we can go to him again, Billie Joe."
"YOU'VE WHAT?!" Veronica yelled, looking from Tre's face to mine.
"Been to Jimmy?" Tre asked, terrified.
"TRE!" I yelled. "That means shut up when she yells like that!"
