Unprecedented

Chapter 6: Mike

When the detention was over, I let Chloe and Alex out before leaving myself, Mike's phone call playing in my mind. If I hadn't spoken to him in 5 years or something then why did he want me to come over?

Checking my phone, I saw that he had text me his address so I got into my crappy car and started driving. I wondered if I would even recognise him. Would he still be the cute dork I knew and loved?

As I got out of the car, I looked up at Mike's house and then down at his car. Not bad, in fact his car was better than the one I owned back.. Well, before.

I looked up at the front door and finally knocked, being greeted by a tall, dark haired man. He was clean cut, wearing a suit and his handshake was very firm.

But underneath all this, I saw the lanky bassist with the bleach blonde hair that I remembered.

Can't fool me, Mike.

Brushing the strange change off, I shook his hand back.

"How are ya, man? It's been ages since I last saw you." I smiled at that familiar accent and nodded.

"I'm good I guess. Looks like you've been doing well for yourself." I said, nodding to his car.

He let out a laugh. "Yeah, I'm the manager of a car company."

I smiled sadly, having flashbacks but I blocked them out and focused on my question. "Why did you want me to come over?"

Mike looked around as if he was checking to see we were alone before he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his house.

I looked around in awe, none of this seemed like Mike's house. He couldn't live here, none of this shit was his style.

He sat me on the couch and sat down next to me, and just as he was about to speak we were interrupted.

"Michael, darling?" A female voice called.

Ah.

"In here." He replied, in a slight deadpan tone.

An older woman entered the room. She looked like she would be the type to be proud of her money..Or Mike's money.

She looked me up and down and her nose wrinkled in disgust. "Who's this?"

I raised both eyebrows.

"This is Billie. He's an old friend from high school."

Well that stung.

"He'll dirty up the couch," She tutted, pulling me up and dropping a towel onto the couch for me to sit on. Rude.

She finally left and I gave Mike an 'are you kidding me?' look. He looked down and I realised that we could obviously still communicate through looks.

"Why did you call me and say you had only seen me the night before?" Mike spoke up, after a moment of silence. I took a deep breath. If I had to tell anyone, it would be Mike.

"Because I did."

"No, you didn't. I seriously haven't seen you in years, Billie."

I scratched my head. "If I tell you something, you gotta promise to believe me. And not presume I'm on drugs, because I'm not. I swear this is real."

Mike sat forward now, interested.

"Remember in high school when we had that band?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Sweet Children," We both spoke at the same time, and I nodded and continued. "Well... Y'know my dad?"

Mike frowned now, confused. "Huh?"

"Forget it. Let me try explain this." I thought for a while. "When I was ten, my dad died of cancer."

"Billie, what are you on about? That's an awful thing to say." Mike interjected.

"Let me finish." I said, and he fell silent. "When I was ten, my dad died from cancer. My mom got a whole bunch of jobs to support us and so I was alone most of the time. This meant that Sweet Children could practice more. Also meant we could wander Rodeo and not have to worry about getting home on time."

Mike stayed silent, so I continued. "When John left, we found another drummer." This time Mike frowned, obviously remembering that he thought the band broke up when John left.

"His name was Tré Cool. We did a huge tour, we made records and we got famous. Like, real famous. The kind of famous we would talk about when we were 12. We were big, man."

Mike's face was just total confusion but I carried on. "When I went backstage after a show a few nights ago, there was this kid in my dressing room. She scared the shit out of me, and she asked me if I would give up my entire music career to get my dad back."

Mike's face fell as he realised what I was getting at.

I bit my lip. "I said yes."