An Old Friend

Chapter 17 - The One I Want

*Three weeks later*

It's been nearly a month since my "incident". It was more Billie's incident than mine, he got hurt more; but I caused it.

He was instructed to wear a cast around his wrist for two weeks, so he's already done with that. And he was also required to use crutches for four weeks to support his left leg.

Now since Billie and Mike haven't been able to practice, they've been writing some new songs instead. I headed home from school one day and I came in my door to see my love and my best friend having a beer on my living room couch.

"How the hell did you guys get in here?" I said with my arms crossed.

"Well, little missy, we ditched 6th period and took a hike to your house. Climbed in the kitchen window, you might wanna lock it more often," Mike sure was a sarcastic little asshole.

"Well, you guys just better be grateful that my DAD wasn't home." I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen. I was starving and my dad was out of town for the week so I had all the food to myself.

I came back out to the living room with a bowl of strawberries with whipped cream. Unlike the boys who were on a steady diet of beer and donuts.

Billie saw me and got up off the couch and rushed over to me. I smiled awkwardly as he randomly patted my head.

Damn he is sure drunk.

"Your so pretty..." he said like a 6th grader confessing to his crush. Even though I knew he probably didn't mean it because he was so out of it, I couldn't help but blush.

"Lizzie?"

"Yeah, Beej?"

"We found a drummer by the way," he grabbed my hand and led me to the back of my house and into my bathroom. The bathroom was empty.

"He's in here if you wanna meet 'em," he said with a devious smirk on his face. His complexion reminded me of a little boy who just did something he shouldn't have.

I walk in the bathroom kind of scared of what I would find.

"AHHHHHH MY GOD!!" I screamed. I walked in to find a naked guy sleeping in the bathtub. (Well, was sleeping) He had green hair and a familiar face...

"TRE? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BATHTUB!?!"

"Wha-?" he took a good look at me, "hey, hey little Lizzie I almost didn't recognize you!"

Great, just another drunk I had to deal with.

"Yeah, well this is sort of my house so... Can you please put something on? God, you're blinding me for god sakes!" I was really bad at being serious. I just sounded like and eight year old girl trying to prove she was old enough to have a boyfriend.

"Well, you see I having a bit of uh...uh...trouble gettin' out of this here tub so can you get me something from your room?"

Ew.

"Um, well Tre," I started to laugh, "I'll see if I can find something of my dad's. I'll be right back," I pointed my finger at him,"Don't move."

I exited the bathroom and went down the hall to my dad's room. I rumaged through my dad's underwear drawer to find something for the naked man in my bathtub to wear.

I came up with a pair of my dad's weekend jeans that he wears when he does yardwork, a plain black tshirt, and a pair of my dad's boxers. Tre could go barefoot. I was being way too generous already.

On my way out I tripped on the edge of my father's bed because I was in such a rush. I sort of landed on it and felt something underneath me. I got my balance back and stood up to see a little sheet of lined paper with messy writing on it that I knew only to be Billie's.

This looked like a song he had been working on; trying to find the right words to say. I smiled to myself when I saw the song was titled, "The One I Want." It surely was a beautiful song. I read through the whole thing. (Or at least I thought I did) I few seconds later I realized there was a backside of the page with a different style of handwriting. It read:

Billie:
Here's some extra lyrics I think we should add. You're not the only one who knows her well...
-Mikey

My mouth was wide open as I read through the lyrics that Mike wrote. He thought that him and Billie were equal. That they both could write a song about the same girl.

No, no this is a mistake. I mean it has to be, right? I thought to myself.

There was a call from the bathroom.
"Any day now Lizzie!!!"

"Coming, Tre!" Even though I didn't want to, I gathered up the clothes for Tre and made my way down the hall.

With a crumbled up paper in my pocket...