The Babysitter- A Mike Dirnt Fan Fic

A New Addition To The Family

"There's so many people here..." Mike grasps onto my hand tighter as he leads me down the sidewalk and to the line outside of the club doors.

"Don't tell me you've never been clubbing before" I shoot a look up at him, sighing.

It's my twentieth birthday and I'm getting a whole new experience.

"Mike, in case you don't remember. I don't have friends and I'm not the kind of person who goes clubbing every Saturday night alone. Besides, I'm not twenty one. I'm twenty. Just in case you forgot how much younger I am than you" He leans into my shoulder and points up at the doors where a tall guy stands, arms-covered in tattoos-crossed over his chest.

"You see that guy? He was in the army and got half his face blown off" I cringe at the story.

"Can only see out of one good eye. If he checks the ID, or pretends to, he's really just making it look like he's doing his job. One look at you and he'll judge that you're old enough. You'd be surprised how many underage people get in here" I smirk, looking up at him.

"Well I guess I'm lucky for the night. But he doesn't exactly look to me like the kind of guy who's gonna sit down and tell you his life story, Mike. Where'd you hear it?" He shrugs and we step forward as the line moves.

"The guy's brother. I first came here when I was sixteen and have been sort of "okay" even after they found out I wasn't twenty one. So even if they suspect you're not the legal age, I got buddies who'll let you in. You're with me. You're cool" I give a slow sigh, thinking about all the times Mike's gotten into places because he "had friends".

"You have a lot of friends" He wraps an arm around my waist.

"Doubting me already?" I shrug, looking around.

There was a guy swapping spit with his girlfriend or whoever she was a few spots ahead of us, and a group of people in hoodies walking our way down the sidewalk.

There were five people. Three girls, two guys. The girls in matching hot pink-not to mention skin tight-pull over jackets were standing with their chests out. The only neutral color being their black platform heels. Their biggest worry for the night was probably breaking their ankles.

The two guys had their backs to me and the one almost looked familiar. It was something about the way he stood, his posture. His hood was over his head, and boots were on his feet, peeking out from under his jeans.

His hand dropped by his side to flick ashes of his cigarette, and smoke created a cloud to the left of him.

The other guy had on a knit hat and looked seventeen at the oldest. Blonde curls laid against his forehead and the other guy-the familiar one-handed him the cigarette as the two brunettes let out high pitched, fake giggles.

"C'mon, the line's moving" Mike pulls me along with him and up to the doors, finally up to the man with the "one good eye".

"ID's please" I hand mine over as the guy gives a curt nod to Mike.

The guy looks back and forth between me and my ID and I feel sick to my stomach.

"This your girl, dude?" The guy's deep voice cuts through me like a knife and when Mike grabs my hand I blush at the guy.

"This is Iris. The birthday girl" The guy hands me back my ID and I take it with a "Thanks" as he also wishes me happy birthday.

Thank god he didn't ask how old I was, as if he couldn't see it on my ID. I'm a terrible liar.

"Ready to have the time of your life?" I give a slow nod and grasp his hand tighter.

We ease our way into the club, me trying to avoid people dancing around us.