My Brothers Best Friend (Mike Dirnt)

Part Three

"Hey.. you're being real quiet. Are you alright?" Mike asked me as I started out the window, I didn't reply, I instead sighed. Trying to keep my eyes off him.

"Makayla, I asked you something." Mike said sternly, suddenly I felt the car driving out of the lane, parking on the side of the road. "Makayla. Tell me right now. What's wrong?" He asked once again. "I don't wanna talk about it Mike." I hissed, suddenly I felt Mike's hand around my wrist. This made my heart skip a beat. "Look at me..." He frowned. I had no other choice. I turned to him, he looked at my face, seeing the traces of the few tears I had shed earlier. "What... why are you crying..?" He asked, taking his hand and gently wiping a tear from my face. "Just not feeling too good." I sighed. "Makayla... you were perfectly fine before you came to the car... did I do something wrong?" Mike asked me, this made me frown. "No." I said sternly. "Please tell me." He frowned. His beautiful blue eyes piercing through me, breaking down my walls. Making me want to tell him everything... and I mean... EVERYTHING. What I feel for him, how much it hurt to see that girl ask him for his number, all of it. "I don't like that the girl in the store asked for your number..." I frowned, looking at the ground as Mike took his hand from my wrist... "Why would you care.?" He asked me, that's the thing... can I really tell him why.?

"Cause Mike... I really fucking like you okay...? Like.. way more than I want to." I frowned. I can see Mike understood what I meant, his brows raising. He didn't say anything, he instead turned on the car, pulling back onto the road. What the fuck.? I know it was a mistake. I knew not to say it. He's never gonna speak to me again.

Mike's P.O.V:
"Hey.. you're being real quiet. Are you alright?" I asked Makayla as I looked her up and down... she was being quiet... way too quiet. She didn't respond, instead looking out the window. "Makayla, I asked you something." I said sternly, still no response. I need to know what's bothering her. I turn on my signal, pulling off onto the side of the road before looking back over to her. "Makayla. Tell me right now. What's wrong?" I asked once again... "I don't wanna talk about it Mike." She hissed at me. It wasn't the angry kind though.... it was the sound she made when she was hurt.. when she was crying. I learned that a long time ago too. I wrapped my hand around her wrist, making her stop. "Look at me..." I frowned at her. I looked at her face, taking in her beautiful featured before noticing a small tear on her cheek... she had been crying... why? "What... why are you crying..?" I asked her, taking my hand and wiping the tear away gently. Almost scared to touch her. "Just not feeling too good." She sighed at me. I knew that was a lie. Her eyes always dilated when she lied. "Makayla... you were perfectly fine before you came to the car... did I do something wrong?" I asked her, this made her frown... I've definitely done something this time. "No." She said sternly, I knew she was telling the truth this time, as her pupils failed to dilate. "Please tell me." I frowned at her, her beautiful eyes gazing at me, Blue... just like mine... but there was something different about hers. They had this brownish Colour around her pupil... sometimes changing Colour... her eyes were beautiful but... odd... just like her. "I don't like that the girl in the store asked for your number..." she frowned, quickly looking down at the floor as I took my hand from her wrist in shock... what? Why in the hell would she care...? Is she saying what I think she's saying.? "Why would you care.?" I asked her... making her go silent for a moment. "Cause Mike... I really fucking like you okay...? Like.. way more than I want to." She frowned. This made my heart stop... she feels the same. What do I say? Do I say anything? My brows raised at her before I just started the car again, pulling back onto the road.. god.. she feels the same.

Back To Makayla's P.O.V:
We pulled into the parking lot. My brows knitting together as I threw Mike's jacket in the seat. Very fucking angry that he had just ignored my confession. I slammed Trè's car door, crossing my arms and walking to the door. "Makayla? Aren't you gonna help me with this shit?!" I heard Mike yell from the car. "And what did you do with my jacket?"

"Get it your fucking self Michael, and your jackets in the front seat." I hissed at him, opening the front door and slamming it behind me. "Hey Makayla! Where's Mike?" Trè asked me. "He's outside." I hissed in anger. "Woah, what the fucks wrong?" Billie chimed in. "I'm fucking fine. If you want your goddamn alcohol you better go help him." I frowned, stomping upstairs. Going into my room and slamming the door behind me, locking it. I laid down in my bed, a tear slipping down my cheek. Wow... he didn't even have anything to say. It seemed like hours but it may have only been minutes until I heard a knock on my door, trying my best to sound as if I hadn't been crying, I yelled through the door. "Who is it?" I asked, "It's Billie! Can I come in.?" He asked me gently, I frowned to myself. Fuck it, what do I have to lose.? I got up and opened the door, letting Billie inside as he looked at me. "Why were you crying? What did Mike do to you.?" Billie asked me softly. "Can you swear not to tell Trè?" I said quietly, making Billie nod. "Of course. Anything we talk about stays between us." Billie smiled. "I confessed to Mike that I had feelings for him in the car, and he wouldn't say anything, he wouldn't even speak to me..." I frowned. "That's kind of a dick move, even for Mike.." Billie frowned at me. "I'm not sure why he'd do that Makayla... he's literally In love with you." "What? Clearly not." I frowned. "I think so... I can tell by the way he looks at you, it's the way I look at Adrienne." Billie smirked. (Billie is dating Adrienne at 22 in this story) "Whatever you say." I frowned. "Come on downstairs, what do ya say? People are already showing up. Make yourself look cute and show Mike what he's missing." Billie encouraged me, making me chuckle. "You're on, Armstrong." I smirked. "Go on. We'll be waiting. If he bothers you, let me know." Billie smiled at me, this made me hug him. "Thank you." i Said into his chest. "Don't mention it." He smiled, stepping out of my room as I locked the door behind him...

Alright, Pritchard... I'll show you what the fuck you're missing....

Note: FUCKING EEK... this is kinda bad... but trust me.. it's gonna heat up next chapter. 😉