Is This The End?

“C’mon, let’s go in…” Mike Dirnt murmured into my ear as he came from behind and wrapped his arms around me.

***
After my rage attack earlier on the day, I´d explained everything to the guys; they seemed to understand well enough and Mike Dirnt seemed to stop glaring at Chuck; there was a long silence after the explanation, though.

“Let’s drink our pain out, shall we?” Tre had said.

I’d giggled, blinking the tears away and gave one-armed hug to Tre, he just giggled and winked. Chuck and I rolled our eyes at him and laughed. After that, we took Tre´s advice and went for a drink. Chuck and I couldn’t enter a bar so we just went for the typical city ´24 hour open´ store, for Mike, Billie and Tre to go buy a couple of Corona packs and go to a random parking lot with no security. I drank a some, and so did Chuck, but what we drank was nothing compared to our new friends, they were so drunk, they almost fucked each other; that going on, gave Chuck the responsibility to drive us to a hotel, and get us rooms before the people in the hotel noticed the fucked Billie, Mike, Mike Dirnt and Tre were. And, let me tell, that wasn’t easy.

***

“Mike, I don’t think we will go in there.” I said somehow annoyed.

“Oh, come on, please?”

“No. Mike, just move a little, ok? You’re too close for comfort, seriously.” Ugh, I knew it wasn’t a good idea to let them buy more booze. He giggled quietly.

“You know you like it, come on.” Son of a…!

“Mike. Knock it off. It’s enough, just stay away, ok. A meter away, please.” Chuck, where are you when I need you?

“I know you want me. I want you too, what’s so hard about it?” I wouldn’t retain my slap for much longer. Billie, Tré, Mike and Chuck should come up to the rooms now.

I don’t know why I offered to get Mike to bed, now that his all flirty and drunk I don’t think on going in there.

“Come on,” he hiccupped, “I know you wanna make love to me, let´s go in. This boner is killing me…” God, I certainly am not going in with a drunk rock star... Ok, that doesn’t sound as bad as it is when it’s really happening.

“Fuck off Mike!” I pushed him away as he started to get very annoying. “Do you think just because you’re a god damn rock star you can get me in your bed, well you’re damn wrong, you egocentric bastard!” I slapped him in the end…

“Ouch!” He howled.

“There you go…” I mumbled.

“That hurt!” He pouted childishly.

“It was meant to…” I replied.

“That’s mean…” He hugged me, letting his body loose on me.

“Yes, I know.” I grunted, managing to keep us both up.

“I love you.”

“No, you don’t,” I pushed him away; he almost fell but I got him again, “you’re just way too drunk.”

“Kissie?” Why didn’t I let him fall?

***

“He what?” Chuck asked as he changed his clothes behind the bathroom door.

“He fucking tried to kiss me, ok?!” I looked up at the ceiling, laying on the bed of our room. “Where the hell were you, Chuck?! I almost hit him real hard, and I didn’t really want to hit Mike Dirnt…” I lifted both my brows in a confusion grimace. Chuck laughed from the bathroom. “Not funny, Chuck. I slapped him!”

“Holy shit! You did what?!” Chuck exclaimed, coming out of the bathroom half naked. Fortunately for me, the naked part was the upper one. He had a huge smile of satisfaction. I stared at his naked upper body in awe until I came back around, closed my mouth and acted like nothing was happening inside of my twisted little brain.

“Cover yourself up, will you?” He chuckled.

“Like you want me to.” He smirked. I sat up.

“You little…”

“Ok, ok.” Man, I know it’s normal for guys to go around without a shirt, but I thought Chuck would be a little more careful with doing that around a girl. I blushed, fortunately no one saw me, thank God.

“So… you slapped him!” He laughed.

“Yeah… He was getting way too heavy for me to handle… but, the slap didn’t work at all, he kept it as annoying… hell, I’m saying Mike Dirnt is annoying, do you know how traumatic that is for me?”

“Sure…” He answered as he came out with a familiar, black shirt… he turned around. The Rancid shirt, are you kidding me?

“What the… does that still fits you?”

“What? Oh… haha no, I bought this recently, it’s very much alike, right?” He smiled.
“It’s the same thing!”
“Nu-uh… this one says Rancid on the back.” He turned back around. “See?”

“Oh, yeah…” He chuckled.

“So, the Dirnt guy is dead story?” He sat on the couch in front of the pair of beds.

“What? No… I mean, he was drunk, and… you know…”

“You really are die hard here, huh?”

“ I guess.” I giggled, got up and went to sit by him. I took a seat next to him on the couch and stared at the TV. Someone knocked the door, I stood up and went to get it.

“Who is it?” I asked as I turned the knob; I opened the door and looked up.

“Hi…” Mike smiled shyly, with a strong blush.

“Hey there, Mr. Rockstar.” Chuck came from behind and walked in front of me, supporting his hand on the door frame. Mike´s eyes grew and went back to normal.

“Hi…” He looked away embarrassed. I gave Chuck a be-soft look, he ignored me.

“So… what do you want?” Chuck asked as Mike looked back at us.

“I… just wanted to… can I speak to you in private?” He asked me.

“I doubt it, cowboy.” Chuck kept blocking the way between him and I.

“Chuck, it’s ok.” I touched his arm.

“No it is not.” He glared at Mike.

“Chuck!” I kicked him, not too hard.

“Ouch! Ok, I get it.” He went into the room, I got out and closed the door behind me.

“I’m right behind this door, Mr. Dirnt! Don’t forget that!” Chuck screamed from behind the door. I snorted playfully.

“So…?” I smiled up at Mike.

“I…” He scratched the back of his head. “I just wanted to… apologize, because… I was very drunk yesterday, and…,” he chuckled, “I was not nice to you, and I regret that a lot.” He grinned uncomfortably.

“Well, I guess I could accept that… if… you could show me somehow you aren’t normally like that.” I grinned.

“I think I can prove that.”

“Yeah? How?” I smiled vaguely.

“If you could give me a date today, maybe that way, you´d see the real me.” I lifted a brow.

“So… I haven’t met the real Mike Dirnt, huh?”

“Well, you did, but something knocked him out, so, let´s reconcile with him, what do you say?” He smiled widely, with a Casanova pose I never expected to see from him.

“Well, I think you’d have to go through Chuck for that…” I giggled.

“I can deal with him.”

“Good, go ahead then.” I giggled.

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Hey there, people.
Way long time I didnt update, sorry about that... If any of you read Love Can Be Such Beautiful Torture, I´ll try to update somewhen this week for ya, alright?

Well, hope you like this chapter, I kinda liked it myself xD

By the way... I saw them, Green Day LIVE :O THEY WERE FUCKING AMAZING. I was sooo lucky to have them for a first concert, huh? =)

Well, have a nice day!

(((Sorry, I had put last chapter along with the new one)))