when I woke up from my nap, Adrienne wasn't there. I got up, and went downstairs. "hello there, Bills!" Tre says. "oh yeah, Adrienne left about 15 minutes ago. by the way, nice room." he says, continuing to watch tv. "where's Mike?" "basement. he said he didn't want to talk about it." I sighed, and went down stairs, the room was filled with smoke. I found him on the couch, laying down and watching the ceiling. his eyes were big and red, and darted around as if he was following something. "Mike?" "no. I must watch." "what are watching?" "a murderer. his name is Theodore." he says, continuing to watch the ceiling. I sit down next to Mike's feet. "what is he doing?" "murder, duh." I smile. "did you hear that?!" he says, looking shocked. "no, I didn't. what did you hear?" "he said he is coming for Billie Joe next." he stares intently, and finally relaxes. "he disappeared. why are you here?" he says, closing his eyes. "because I wanted to see if you are ok." "can I have a panda for Christmas?" he asks. "yes. What are you smoking right now?" "smoking? I'm eating. im eating a burger." I look around as he continues a babble. I finally find it. marijuana, of course. "He just told me to kill you." I hear, and I look up. Mike still lay on the couch, twiddling his thumbs. "why me?" I ask. "because you hurt him. he says he was trying to help you not have sex anymore and you hit him." "tell him that im sorry." "he says sorry........ok I will tell him. Bill, he says that doesn't make anything better." I suddenly realize. he was talking about earlier. "Mikey, do you want to go to sleep?" "yea, kinda. but I need to protect you from the murderer." "Mikey, Tre will protect me." "that's what you always say! you leave me out of everything! I hate it! I'm going to go to sleep, and I hope he comes and murders you!!" he yells, and closes his eyes. I open a window, letting the smoke go out, and sit next to Mike. I soon fall asleep next to him.
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when I wake up, I see Mike moving on the couch. "Mike?" "My head hurts really bad, and I feel like shit. what did I do?" he mumbles. "marijuana. you did marijuana. Mike, I need to talk to you though." I say, and he nods. "go ahead." "I know you were stoned, but you were telling me that you wanted to kill me, and that I always left you out of things and abused you." I say softly, and he looks at me, his eyes still closed. "...Yea. that's how I feel." "you want to kill me?!" "hell no. I feel about everything else. you slapped me when I tried to help you. you slapped me really really have Billie. I had tears come to my eyes. I was trying to help. you a are always hanging out with Tre. always. I thought we were friends. best friends. it doesn't feel like that anymore." he says, and I see a tear run down his cheek. I hug him tightly. "you were there when my dad died. you are the only one who saw me cry. we were the ones who started this band. I don't mean to abuse you or leave you out. Mike, we went through everything. when I dropped out of highs school. when I started smoking. you were the the room next door when I lost my virginity. you were there with me all the time, and it will always be that way. Mike, your not a friend, your not a brother. you are part of me. you are my other half and I can't live without you. how about all day tomorrow, since today is over, we hangout. all day." his eyes widen. "all day?!" I nod, and he smiles. "did I ever tell that your the best?" Mike asks, andi smile. that's my Mike.
