Me, Mike, and Amnesia, chapter 3
I wiped my eyes and lay back in bed. It was still hard for me to grasp the fact that Mike really didn't know who I was, or Billie Joe or Tre, for that matter. The people that meant the most to him, who knew him the best. I really just needed to talk to somebody. I slipped softly out of bed and crept down the hall into the living room.
"Tre?" I whispered quietly to the dark mound on the couch. "Tre?"
"Ergggh.....mmmm...." Tre murmured.
"Tre? Can I talk to you?" I asked anxiously.
"Violet? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"Everything." I pouted, as I sat next to him on the couch. "This whole thing with Mike....he doesn't know us, Tre. And who knows if he ever will?" Tears began to stream down my face again. Tre's arms gently circled my shoulders as he held me.
"Shhhh..ssshhhhh..." he whispered into my hair as I sobbed softly. "Look," he said as I sat up and he wiped a tear off my cheek. "We'll make him remember us. And, if all else fails...I don't know, we'll just be friends the same, just...different."
I smiled at Tre's halfass attempt to cheer me up. "Thanks, Tre," I said, hugging him again. "I love you."
"I...I love you too." Tre said.
Okay, in case you are wondering, this is a FRIEND love that I was confessing to Tre, not anything like that. I knew Tre, Mike, and Billie Joe too well to ever actually want to date them. Anyway, Billie Joe had been with his girlfriend, Adrienne, for as long as I could remember. Everyone I knew thought that I should go out with Mike or Tre though, and I was aware that they were all very hot, but I had never been remotely attracted to any of them. Okay, there had been that time Tre and I had kissed, about a year ago, but it had been an extremely awkward moment and neither of us had ever mentioned it since. I tried not to think about that day as I looked at Tre, then walked back to my room to execute a futile attempt at sleep.
The next morning broke cloudy and cold, reflecting my mood as I dragged myself into the kitchen. Billie Joe was making coffee, and Tre sat at the table munching a piece of toast.
"Morning, sunshine," Billie Joe called out as I walked in.
I made a face at him. "Go stick something sharp in your eye."
Billie Joe laughed. "Where's Mike?" I asked.
This turned Billie Joe's face into a frown. "Still sleeping. I haven't called the doctor yet. Should I?"
I nodded. "The sooner, the better."
Billie Joe crossed the kitchen to the phone, picked it up, then joined Tre at the table. He punched in some numbers as I poured myself a cup of coffee, then sat with them to listen to the conversation.
"Good morning, Berkeley Regional Hospital," a cheerful female voice answered.
"Yeah, I want to make an appointment for my friend," Billie Joe replied.
"Okay. And how old is your friend?"
"Nineteen."
"Okay, and what is his or her name?"
"Michael...uh...Pritchard," Billie Joe remembered to use Mike's real name.
"Sure. And what illness does he have?"
"Well..." He wasn't really sure what to say. "Amnesia." He decided to be blunt.
The voice didn't respond.
"Hello?" Billie Joe asked.
"I'm sorry, young man, but we can't really do anything for him here. Goodbye." The line went dead. Billie Joe hung up.
Tre and I looked at him expectantly. "Well?"
"They said they couldn't help." Billie Joe said, slightly shocked.
Neither Tre nor I said anything. Mike chose that moment to wander in.
"Hey," he said sleepily. "You guys got coffee?"
Billie Joe, Tre, and I looked at each other, then laughed. I lept up and wrapped my arms tightly around Mike, smiling.
"What? What'd I say?" he asked confusedly.
It seems like the most ridiculous thing, but just knowing that the first thing Mike wanted in the morning was still coffee was enough for me to think that maybe we hadn't completely lost him after all.
"Tre?" I whispered quietly to the dark mound on the couch. "Tre?"
"Ergggh.....mmmm...." Tre murmured.
"Tre? Can I talk to you?" I asked anxiously.
"Violet? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"Everything." I pouted, as I sat next to him on the couch. "This whole thing with Mike....he doesn't know us, Tre. And who knows if he ever will?" Tears began to stream down my face again. Tre's arms gently circled my shoulders as he held me.
"Shhhh..ssshhhhh..." he whispered into my hair as I sobbed softly. "Look," he said as I sat up and he wiped a tear off my cheek. "We'll make him remember us. And, if all else fails...I don't know, we'll just be friends the same, just...different."
I smiled at Tre's halfass attempt to cheer me up. "Thanks, Tre," I said, hugging him again. "I love you."
"I...I love you too." Tre said.
Okay, in case you are wondering, this is a FRIEND love that I was confessing to Tre, not anything like that. I knew Tre, Mike, and Billie Joe too well to ever actually want to date them. Anyway, Billie Joe had been with his girlfriend, Adrienne, for as long as I could remember. Everyone I knew thought that I should go out with Mike or Tre though, and I was aware that they were all very hot, but I had never been remotely attracted to any of them. Okay, there had been that time Tre and I had kissed, about a year ago, but it had been an extremely awkward moment and neither of us had ever mentioned it since. I tried not to think about that day as I looked at Tre, then walked back to my room to execute a futile attempt at sleep.
The next morning broke cloudy and cold, reflecting my mood as I dragged myself into the kitchen. Billie Joe was making coffee, and Tre sat at the table munching a piece of toast.
"Morning, sunshine," Billie Joe called out as I walked in.
I made a face at him. "Go stick something sharp in your eye."
Billie Joe laughed. "Where's Mike?" I asked.
This turned Billie Joe's face into a frown. "Still sleeping. I haven't called the doctor yet. Should I?"
I nodded. "The sooner, the better."
Billie Joe crossed the kitchen to the phone, picked it up, then joined Tre at the table. He punched in some numbers as I poured myself a cup of coffee, then sat with them to listen to the conversation.
"Good morning, Berkeley Regional Hospital," a cheerful female voice answered.
"Yeah, I want to make an appointment for my friend," Billie Joe replied.
"Okay. And how old is your friend?"
"Nineteen."
"Okay, and what is his or her name?"
"Michael...uh...Pritchard," Billie Joe remembered to use Mike's real name.
"Sure. And what illness does he have?"
"Well..." He wasn't really sure what to say. "Amnesia." He decided to be blunt.
The voice didn't respond.
"Hello?" Billie Joe asked.
"I'm sorry, young man, but we can't really do anything for him here. Goodbye." The line went dead. Billie Joe hung up.
Tre and I looked at him expectantly. "Well?"
"They said they couldn't help." Billie Joe said, slightly shocked.
Neither Tre nor I said anything. Mike chose that moment to wander in.
"Hey," he said sleepily. "You guys got coffee?"
Billie Joe, Tre, and I looked at each other, then laughed. I lept up and wrapped my arms tightly around Mike, smiling.
"What? What'd I say?" he asked confusedly.
It seems like the most ridiculous thing, but just knowing that the first thing Mike wanted in the morning was still coffee was enough for me to think that maybe we hadn't completely lost him after all.
