Remember Me

Chapter IV

I woke up pressed against Mike's chest, arms wrapped around his waist. Estelle was standing over us.

"Hi!"

I blinked. "Hello."

She thought for a while. "Tré is here. Are you gonna get up, or?"

I racked my brains.

Tré. Tré?

"The drummer," Mike spoke up, rubbing his eyes as he adjusted to the light.

Ah, the drummer.

I sat up fully for the first time, cracking my back. Estelle pulled a face of disgust. "Ew."

I shrugged and moved to the edge of the bed, taking a breath.

Every movement felt slow, like I was underwater. My head was heavy and as usual, it hurt. It hurt bad. The room span and Mike put a hand on my back, and I heard him mumble 'take your time'.

Eventually I stood, gripping the wall for support and making my way into the bathroom, shutting the door.

When I came out I pulled a clean shirt on, hazily making my way downstairs. Mike was sat on the couch with a coffee, talking to a man with green hair. I stared at this new character, studying him.

He smiled as he listened to Mike, his grin was mischievous, however his eyes were innocent. Young. His hair flopped around, now faded to a pale green but was obviously previously bright neon green.

I held onto the banister for a while, steadying myself before I began to walk down the stairs. Tré and Mike looked up right away. "Heeeey, it lives!" Tré exclaimed.

I made my way to Mike with instinct and he let me sit on his lap so I could lie and talk to Tré. He introduced himself, shaking my hand. I liked him. I could tell we previously got on.

I rested my head against Mike's shoulder, my eyes suddenly getting heavy. Through the fluff in my head, I heard a snippet of Tré and Mike's conversation.

"Is he alright?"

"Yeah, he sleeps a lot recently. It's gotta be painful for his head, and his meds are meant to make him sleepy."

"Oh." There was a small pause. "God, I miss him."

After that, I let myself fall properly asleep.

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When I next awoke, someone was stroking my hair. I opened my eyes to see Tré, and he smiled at me. "Hey, sleepy head."

Ugh. Was that going to be a permanent nickname?

I rubbed my eyes and he patted my back. "Mike went out to get food, so I'm afraid the next available lap was mine. Are you comfy?"

I nodded, only picking up 'food' and 'comfy'.

He left the questions there and turned the TV down slightly, holding me as I watched. He was watching a documentary about us, Green Day.

"Is that me?" I asked, pointing at an obnoxious looking blue headed kid, running about with a guitar with the initials 'BJ' on it.

He nodded. "And that's Mike back there. And I'm obviously behind the drums."

I nodded, studying all of us for a moment, trying to get to know my band mates all over again.

I fell asleep to the sound of my own music, but I couldn't have sang along.