That Thing You Do! (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 21 - In Depth

Katie's P.O.V

I rubbed my eyes, with a yawn, hearing someone flicking through pages of a magazine. I opened my eyes, seeing I was back home.
"Oh, I missed you..." I whispered, snuggling into my duvet.
"And I missed you." I heard Kirk, sat behind me, as I lay on my right.
I turned over and saw him sat next to me, reading through Rock Sound magazine, reading the Def Leppard issue, from a couple months ago.

"Morning, Krik." I teased him.
"Morning. Sleep OK?" He asked, wearing a black Curse Of Frankenstein tee, with only his pants. This was normal for us two. I was comfortable around him, and he was the same around me.
"Yeah... You?" I yawned, stretching out.
"Yeah. Stevie went for a smoke... Does he smoke weed?" Kirk asked me, putting the magazine down.
"Oh, yeah, but it's all under control." I looked at him.
My best friend nodded and yawned himself, showing signs he hasn't been awake all that long.

"Why do they call you 'Monroe'? I mean, I know it's your name, but you're Katie." Kirk asked.
"Dylan started it. He liked it, so he called me it, then I just introduce myself to Eddie, as Monroe, so yeah... I like it, though. Think I might use it, for the stage." I smiled.
Kirk smiled with me. "Just don't forget about me, OK?"
"Never. You're Kirk Moon. The Kirk Moon. The one and only!" I smiled, nudging his leg.
"Damn right!" Kirk laughed.

. . .

Dylan's P.O.V - Two Hours Earlier

I sat on the steps of the deck, in the garden, smoking on a cigarette. Monroe had a really nice place, I had to admit.
I stretched my legs out, taking in the morning breeze, having a moment to embrace everything and relax.

I heard the door slide open, behind me. I glanced over my shoulder.
"Morning." Eddie nodded to me, wearing blue jeans, with a white Skid Row shirt on, his hair a long lazy mess.
"Morning... You smoke?" I offered him a smoke, holding my carton out to him, turning back to the garden.
"My girlfriend thinks I've quit, but I'll take one." He took a seat next to me, taking a stick.
I smiled at his words, holding my lighter out for him.

"Nice tattoo." I nodded to his right forearm. 'Youth Gone Wild' written in black, with some flames above it.
"Thanks, man." He smiled, looking at his arm. "You got any?" He asked me.
I hung my cigarette between my lips and took off my leather jacket. My upper right arm - A golden shield, with a red banner over it, reading 'Poison'.
"Tell me about it?" Eddie asked.
"My defence is always up, and you're only getting poison from me." I stated plainly. "It's three years old. I was pissed off, when I got it."
Eddie chuckled, nodding. "What about Monroe and Stevie?"

Right on cue, the door opened again, and Stevie walked out.
"You talkin' shit abouh me?" He asked, rubbing his eyes, holding his tin box of marijuana.
"Do you want us to?" I asked him, turning back to the garden, getting a light whack on the back of the head.
I shoved his leg, as he stepped between Eddie and I, stepping onto the backyard.
He almost tripped, but Eddie caught him.

Stevie grabbed a white plastic chair, from my left, and moved it opposite us, so we could all talk.
"Wha' yous talkin' abou'?" He asked us, fixing up his doobie.
"Tattoos. You got any?" Eddie asked him.
Eddie seems to have more patients with Stevie, than I do, which works out well for me. I can hang with Monroe more.
"I don' righ' now, but I wan' some! I wan' T Rex on mah arm!" Stevie told us, not saying where or which arm in particular.
"Nice, man! What about Monroe?" Eddie asked, his eyes squinting as the sun was coming up, from behind some trees.
"Nah, she's scared o' needles, so she probs won't, yah know?" Stevie slurred, rolling up his stick and putting it between his lips.
He looked so tired!

"How scared is she?" I asked him.
"Terrified, man! She starts crying and shit. I don' really know, as she's only told meh, bu' she don' like." Stevie searched his pockets for his lighter.
Eddie nudged me, silently nodding for me to offer Stevie mine.
I shook my head at him, but it didn't really matter, as Stevie jumped up and hurried back into the house.

"You could of lit it for him!" Eddie looked at me, chuckling some, as I pressed my smoke out on the ashtray by my feet.
"No way! He smokes weed! My lighter isn't going near that shit!" I huffed.
Eddie snickered and rolled his eyes. "Gotta suck, though."
"Not for me!" I muttered.
"Not that! Being scared of needles!" Eddie explained.
"Oh, that... Yeah. I guess so." I subconsciously rubbed my left forearm, with my right hand.
"You OK?" Eddie noticed, sounding concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." I told him.
"Dylan, you said no hard drugs!" Eddie panicked, turning his body to me.
"It's not bad!" I moved to get my jacket back on, but Eddie grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"Needle marks... Dylan, what the fuck?!" Eddie frowned, disappointed.
"It's not what it looks like, Eddie. Just quit it, alright?!" I warned him.
"You have to tell Monroe!" My friend pushed at me.
"No! She can't know. It'll freak her out. You heard what Stevie said. Listen to me, Eddie. It's not what you think it is..." I held his arm, that was holding my left arm.
"What is it then, Dylan?" He asked me.
"I'm diabetic, OK? You can't tell Monroe. It'll scare her, and she'll constantly be worried about me. I don't want her being that way." I confessed.
"Why didn't you say anything, man? That's pretty serious." Eddie softened up.
"I've waited for this moment for so long... I'm not going to let it take my dreams from me. I was six, when I was diagnosed. I take a shot in the morning, and one at night. I take another two throughout the day. I keep this on me at all times." I pulled out a small, thin red case, from my jacket pocket, containing my shot. "I have it under control."
"OK, Dylan... If you don't want her to know, then I understand, but now that I know, I'm here for you." Eddie promised. "Type one or two?"
"One." I smiled sadly at him, hiding the case again.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, man." Eddie frowned, looking at my arm.
"Not your fault..." I tried to cheer him up, as Stevie came back out.
"Goh it!" He held up his lighter.
"Y'know, I was about to offer you mine." I teased him, as he stepped passed us again.
"You were not!" Eddie laughed.