Open Your Eyes

Tré

*Billie POV*

I followed Tré around all day. It was hard not to talk to Mike, but I'm sure I'll get a chance to talk to him later. Mike's being weird. He's really clingy and doesn't want Tré to leave him alone for one second. I kind of felt bad. But he needed to know I was here.

I just hoped he didn't think he was going crazy.

After following Tré round all day, I decided to test things out. Mike lay on the other couch, eyes closed. I sat next to Tré as he watched the tv, focusing intently on him.

He must of had the feeling of being watched, because he kept turning round.

I reached over and put my hand on his shoulder, and he shivered straight away. He mumbled something about turning the heat on, and left the room. I watched as Mike slept. Obviously he hasn't been getting much sleep. He woke up suddenly, and saw that the room was empty.

Well, not really. I was there, but I don't think he knew that.

He sat bolt upright.

"Tré?" He called out. There was no reply. I felt bad for the guy. He was a mess. I made my way over there and put my hand on his shoulder. He shivered and called out for Tré, but more urgently this time. "Tré!" Tré came back.

"It's okay. I'm here." He sat down, and they stayed like that for about 3 hours, just watching tv, until they went to bed. Tré sat in Mike's room until Mike fell asleep, and then went to bed himself. I followed him. He shut the door behind him before I could enter the room though.

How rude.

I made it into the bedroom and sat. He was still awake. I did the same thing I did with Mike, tried to focus all of my energy on appearing for Tré. I cleared my throat and he looked up, seeing me.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed. "Am I dreaming?" He mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes.

"No, you're not." I said.

"How..." He started.

"How do you think?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Am I going crazy?" Tré asked himself. Sigh.

"Tré for fucks sake, look at me!" I shouted. He did. "Thank you. Now, Mike. The reason he freaked out the other night was... Well, it was my fault." I said. His eyes widened.

"He saw you?" He asked. I nodded.

"I didn't mean to freak him out," I said.

"Why wouldn't he tell me that?" Tré wondered.

"Probably incase you thought he was crazy. But now you can't think he's crazy, otherwise you would be crazy." I explained.

"Yeah. So... How've you been?" He asked awkwardly.

"Hmm, not so great." I chuckled.

"This is so weird," Tré said. I heard footsteps along the hallway so I made myself disappear. Mike poked his head in the doorway.

"Tré?" He asked. Tré looked up.

"Yeah?"

"Who are you talking to?" Mike asked, rubbing his eyes. He obviously couldn't stay asleep for long.

"No one," Tré said, looking down. Mike looked confused.

"Okay..." He said, and he sat on the end of Tré's bed as Tré sat, still in bed. I could tell Mike was tired. He looked like he had hardly any sleep. Tré must have noticed this too.

"Go lie down Mike, you look wrecked." Tré said.

"I can't. Every time I fall asleep I wake up for no reason." He admitted. Tré sat up, next to Mike. He put his arm around him and Mike leant on Tré. Tré then covered them with his duvet and I saw Mike's eyes drooping. He was really tired. Tré sat obediently, not moving so Mike could fall asleep. When Mike did fall asleep, Tré did too.

I simply sat in the corner, wishing this was all a dream.