The Band Boy

The Filler Chapter

Raine's Pov.

I woke up this morning coughing and sniffing. Damn you, New Jersey weather. But I don't remember being out in the rain last night, at all. 

After showering, brushing, washing, dressing, and packing, I was finally ready for another day of hell. 

Did I say hell? Sorry, I meant school. 

I couldn't find my phone so I assumed that it was still in Mikey's basement, where I threw it and ran out.   I stared at my bandaged wrist while lazily munching on a pop-tart.

Why am I so stupid? I get dizzy really fast if I loose any blood. But then, I smiled knowing that Mikey was there for me. 

As if on cue, the front door opened and a rather pale Mikey was standing there.

"What happened to knocking?" I laughed.

"Meh." He shrugged before coughing into his elbow.

"You okay, Mikey? You don't look so hot..." I frowned.

"Thanks, that's what everyone wants to hear." He teased.

"Oh, you know what I meant."

"Well, thank you for your concern."

"Hey, are you wearing my skinny jeans?" I smiled noticing the familiar black pants.

"Oh, yeah. I still had them and thought, 'Why not?' "

"Keep them, they're extremely long for my legs. Oh, that reminds me, your clothes are still hanging in my bathroom." 

"Oh, I'll just get them later. But for now, we have to get to school." He tapped his wrist as if there was a watch on it and rushed me into leaving.

I tried to make a run for it by running up the stairs, and succeeded until halfway, when Mikey caught up to me. Curse his extremely long legs. He wrapped his hands around my ankles and dragged me down the stairs, my stomach -and my face- constantly slamming against the steps.

"That was unnecessary." I rubbed my burning cheek once he let go of me.

"Well it was also unnecessary for you to run away." Mikey huffed and walked to the door, opening it, and motioning me to go through.

I sighed and left the comfort of my house, to go to that torture of a building. As I walked past Mikey, he sneezed all  near me, giving me all of his sick germs.

"Sorry." He sniffed, the edge of his nose turning slightly pink, and his voice sounding the tiniest bit nasal-y. 

I rubbed at my wrist through my sleeve, turned on my iPod, and offered one earbud to Mikey, who took it and shoved it in his ear.

I laughed a bit at how the wire connecting the earbuds was quite slanted. It's not my fault Mikey grew too much and became almost a whole head over me. I swear my mom bottle fed me coffee when I was younger because there's no better explanation. Even if I don't like coffee, there's still no way to explain my height. Unless my mom was a midget. I haven't seen her since I was like three so I don't remember her at all.

All I do remember is that she left me to stay with my dad, and never came back. I haven't seen her, or heard from her, or even about her since she left. My dad doesn't have any photos of her. No family pictures framed up, or even lying around. Nothing. All I remember is that her name started with an M. Don't know what's after M. I just hope it's not 'om' because then I really don't know her.

We were almost to school when a tiny body jumped onto my back. The earbud flew out of my ear and I fell onto the ground, falling on my hands. That's going to scar.