He kicked the door open to his messy bedroom, still holding me up off the floor in his arms. our lips not breaking apart.

He stumbled over to the bed and placed me down on it, getting on top of me as I felt him trail kisses down my neck.

He then stopped and brought his head in front of me, I looked at him confused why he stopped.

"Everything okay?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah, yeah everything fine. Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. His frame still on top of me.

I nodded slowly as he smiled to himself again, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and looking at me. I nodded giving him permission as he got up a bit and took the shirt off me. Then began to kiss my lips once again, roughly. As I threaded my fingers through his soft hair.

Suddenly Billies phone on his bedside table started ringing. We both broke apart and looked over at it.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"I don't know." He said frustratingly running a hand through his red hair and getting up a bit, to look over at his phone. "It's Tre,"

"Aren't you gonna answer it?"

"It'll he for something stupid, just ignore it." He said as he brought his lips back to my neck. I nodded slowly as I heard his phone stop ringing. He slowly carried on as his lips made their way down to my chest until.

Ring ring

Ring ring

Ring ring

Ring ri-

"What the fuck does he want!" Billie shouted annoyed as he snatched his phone from the bedside table and answered it, putting it on speaker not looking happy in the slightest.

"Finally!" Tre sighed in relief.

"Tre, this really isn't the time I'm in the middle of something so-"

"-I need you to come over," Tre said, sounding as serious as I've ever heard him, his voice came across a little shaky too.

"Bro I can't I'm in the middle of something," Billie repeated running his hand through his hair again, messing it up even more.

I laughed slightly watching him as he carried on his call, flattening down all the parts of his hair he had left stuck up by carelessly threading his fingers through it as he sat on top of me. His legs at both sides of my waist.

"Billie you've got to-"

"-Tre I said I-"

"-Mike's freaking me out, I can't tell what's going on but he's really scaring me. I can't tell what he's saying and I need your help. Please just come over?"

Tre's voice sounded as if it was really worried. He cared a lot for Mike. As much as they punched each other, wrestled, argued, bickered... they were like brothers. Obviously, Billie was too but since when I was around Billies attention was on me it stuck out how good of friends and pair of idiots they were.

"Oh, shit- yeah yeah," Billie said getting off of me and pacing around his room on the phone looking for his shoes, he sure did walk around a lot when he was worried. Which I've begun to notice a lot recently. "I'll drive up now- is it okay if Marsha comes she's with me right now?"

"That's fine just hurry." The call ended. And I put my head back through my top and put it back on, Billie finally finding his converse and putting them on as we walked quickly down the stairs. I put my vans on as he grabbed his keys and we left the house and got into the car, Billie didn't really say anything since the phone call. I could see he was worried.

He was flimsy starting the car, trying to be fast but making mistakes as he began to get frustrated grunting to himself. I didn't really say anything to him apart from look out the window the whole ride. Which wasn't long, Mike's house was only as far as my house was. So soon enough we got there as Billie and I quickly leapt out the car.

I had never been to Mike's house, I had been to Billie's a million and one times and one time to Tre's to help him out when he was trying to quit the band, so I was very much surprised to see how big of a house Mike actually owned. It was definitely bigger than mine, Billie's and Tre's. His family must be good off financially or something.

We ran up his garden and Billie was first to walk straight through the door and look around. He then quickly rushed upstairs as I followed. I didn't obviously get a good look at the downstairs of his house but from what I did see it was very nicely organised and decorated.

Billie burst into a room which I'm guessing was Mike's as I followed him. Once we were in the big room, covered in posters, clothes, a guitar or two, Mike sat in the middle of the room shaking as Tre was at his side worried. Billie quickly dived next to him on his knees looking over at him as worried as we all were. Asking him questions but Mike's words weren't even words. He was mumbling nonsense and none of us could understand him.

"What's he had?" Billie asked looking over at Tre.

"I don't know, I just came over and when I knocked on his bedroom door he didn't respond and I walked in and found him like this," Tre explained looking back at Billie. I stood confused as to what to do to help, I didn't wanna get in the way or anything.

"He's had something weird dude I'm telling you, we gotta call someone," Billie said looking around for a phone.

Tre looked around on his draws to see if he could find anything that would be the answer as to what on earth mike had taken. And I helped him, I looked around his bed. Which had tissues down the side of it and lotion. Biting back the urge to holler out laughing I moved away from the scene looking around other places in his room.

"Over here!" I shouted over to Tre as he rushed over to where I had found powder scattered around on his dresser, a spoon, a lighter and a syringe.

"What is it?" Billie asked.

"I don't know I don't take drugs!" I snapped. Tre came over and looked straight as if it clicked in his head.

"We've got to call nine-one-one," Tre said rushing over to grab his phone.

"What's going on!?" I asked, I looked over at Mike who looked as if he was about to pass out. His eyes kept slowly going to the back of his head then coming back and darting around, he still wasn't able to speak proper English yet. His speech was slurred and slow.

"He's overdosed on heroin- if he passes out or something he could die," Tre said quickly ringing nine-one-one as he paced around Mike's room. I stood silently watching him as Billie facepalmed.

"Why the fuck would you do this man," Billie sighed looking over at Mike, although he knew he couldn't understand him.

Billie looked pissed off, but he also looked upset, worried and disappointed. Which was weird to see the disappointment in his eyes to say that Billie Joe is definitely not the cleanest when it comes to any drugs. The only drug I've ever done is weed. So I didn't exactly piece together the spoon, lighter and syringe, as well as Tre did.

Tre spoke on call as he talked fast, often having to repeat himself slowly so they could understand. Then he let us know an ambulance was on its way. Until then we had to make sure Mike didn't pass out and watch his breathing.

"This is so fucking stupid!" Tre growled to himself sitting back down next to a still shaking Mike Dirnt. "Why would he do this?"

"Do you think he meant to?" Billie asked Tre, not in any tone. But seriously asking him what he thought.

"I don't fucking know. He seemed fine the other day at the beach I don't understand why he would mean to do this. everything's going fine in his life from what I know."

Soon enough, the ambulance came. They quickly rushed to Mike's side sort of shoving Billie and Tre our the way as they did. They spoke to him, asked questions and then quickly took him away. And since we weren't allowed to go in the ambulance with him, we got into Billies car and headed over to the hospital in which Mike was on his way to.

Obviously, we couldn't follow the ambulance. As it's sirens were on and it was able to pass others. Whereas we were stuck at a red light for a while. Billie was driving as I sat in shotgun and Tre at the back. One hand on my seat and one hand on Billies as he pulled himself forward rambling on about what happened when he first got there.

"I'm sorry dude I didn't know it was this serious," Billie said concentrating on the road ahead. "I thought you were gonna call me up about something stupid like you always do."

Once we finally reached the hospital, we asked to see 'Micheal', and we were told they were currently examining him and 'helping him' or whatever. So we were told to wait in the waiting room until we were able see him.

It began getting late, I looked over at the clock on the wall, It was now eleven. We had been in the waiting room for forty-five minutes.

I knew Billie wasn't tired. He was always showing up at mine at random times at night and chatting to me at one o'clock in the morning when we would stop over at mine or his.

But Tre, however, looked exhausted. Maybe it was worry, or maybe it was he wasn't use to the time. But he looked worn out. And it's weird to look over at a friend whose always been bouncing off the walls, saying the most stupidest and random things, can barely sit still in a chair for under a minute, constantly chatting away even when no ones listening, a teenager who struggled with ADHD greatly: just sat. And that was all. He sat silently forward in the chair, not saying a word and looking in front of him. Sometimes bouncing his leg and sometimes picking at the rips in his jeans. But it was the most still I had ever seen Tre. And it didn't sit right with me. He was like a hyperactive puppy, but now he was just sad. And you saw it in his blue eyes when he looked over at us and asked how much longer do you think until we can see him.

Whereas Billie was the opposite. Billie wouldn't stop moving, occasionally he would get up and walk around the room, with his hands jittering constantly, his eyes darting around. When he wasn't walking around the room he sat with his head in his hands. Shaking his legs. I could see how worried he was. I tried to hold his hand to just let him know I'm here, and he held it tight for a while before getting back up and pacing around the room.

I hated this hospital, I hated this waiting room. I hated the way they never fixed that light at the back. The one that would flicker.

And I hated the most that as much as I was worried for Mike, I couldn't stop thinking about how similar this was before my dad had passed.

With someone walking around constantly, Billie. Which was my mom at the time. And the only people in the room was us three, but at the time it was just two. And how every time the light flickered. I felt a bubble rise in my chest, and my hands shake as my breath would hitch in my throat. Almost the start of a panic attack. But it was torture. Because the panic attack never came, I was just left terrified for when it would.

"Are you okay?" Billie asked as he came in front of me from walking around and kneeled in front so his face was in front of mine. He took my hands and held them in front of his eyes, to see they were shaking. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just nervous for Mike."

"No, no there's something else."

I shook my head no, but he saw straight through it.

"Is this the same waiting room?" He asked me. I nodded slowly as I felt tears escape my eyes. He quickly pulled me into a hug as I sobbed pathetically into his shoulder.

"Marsha what's up!" Tre asked as I heard him running over to us since he had sat on the other side of the waiting room. Once I pulled myself away from Billies hug I began to stutter.

"It's- the lights flickering- or maybe it's the fact that it's just us in here-"

"-What's wrong with her?" Tre asked concerned.

"Her dad died in this hospital, and she waited in this waiting room." He whispered to him as he looked back at me, both of them did.

"It's just- I'm scared because around this time I was told my dad died. And I'm scared to death someone's gonna come announce Mike's death." I cried again. As Billie once again pulled him into a hug. And held me tight.

Tre rubbed my back as I cried into Billie who tried telling me he was gonna get through it, and that Mike was a tough fucker.

And once I pulled away again from Billies arms he looked at me with his big green eyes. And again in them, I saw understanding. Like when he looked at me with a caring look in his them when I told him my dad was dead. He looked at me that way cause he knew how I was feeling. Wait, was this the same waiting room Billie had to-

"Billie, was this the same waiting room for you?" I asked slowly. He nodded, biting his lip like he was biting back tears.

I feel selfish. I never even thought about the chances that Billie too was experiencing exactly how I was feeling at this moment.

I went to say something to comfort him, but a nurse came out of the room Mike was in as we all quickly looked over at her.

"You may come in now." She said softly. We nodded as Billie stood up straight and I got up out my chair as we all quickly rushed into his room.

We walked in, to see Mike was wired up with so many tubes going around him. Some went into his arms, some were leading to his mouth, and others just around him going somewhere.

(Quick side note. I've never actually been to the hospital to visit someone who's overdosed on heroin. So I don't actually know if they would be awake by now and how long it would take until someone was aloud in. So if you know and I'm wrong, in advance, I am very sorry. It probably is wrong. But I'm just going with ideas in my head and occasionally searching some things up.)

He was awake, and he looked exhausted.

"Mike." I smiled, seeing him breathing, his eyes open, the boyish smile form on his face.

"Bro you're okay!" Tre said quickly sitting next to Mike's hospital bed happily. I took a seat on the other side as Billie stood behind me.

Mike nodded. "I'm sorry guys." He said, his voice croaky like he had a sore throat.

"What the fuck was you doing? you could have killed yourself!" Billie said angrily.

There were different ways to go along with this. Tre and I were just focusing on the fact that he was alive, whereas Billie was focusing on the fact that he could have died.

I and Tre were just happy he wasn't dead. And we were both glad to see him breathing. But Billie was angry at him. He was angry because he nearly lost his life long best friend. And I understood that. But I was just happy I didn't have to say goodbye to another important male character in my life.

"I didn't mean to nearly kill my self," Mike stuttered obviously feeling guilty.

"Then why the fuck was you taking heroin again? I thought we were over that shit." Billie bluntly spoke. I turned around to him and looked at him.

'Again!?' I mouthed to him with an unexpected and sort of angry expression. He quickly looked away from me and back at Mike.

Mike tried to speak again "Yeah we were but-"

"-remember?" But Billie cut him off. "Good old weed and alcohol that's suppose to be it for us. To prevent things like this happening!" He said motioning with his hand Mike laid in the hospital bed. "Look at you Mike! You nearly killed yourself and now you're wired up to all these tubes, I bet you don't even know what they're helping you with!"

I sat up out my seat and turned to Billie. "Billie that's enough now," I said sternly.

"I can't believe you guys are just completely ignoring the fact that Mike nearly just fucking died!" He said talking to me and Tre.

"Dude we're not ignoring it, we're angry too but it's just-" Billie cut Tre off mid way through his sentence.

"-but it's just The fact that he's not dead? So what- I'm supposed to not get angry at the fact that I nearly lost someone else?"

Tre spoke up again. "No Billie that's not it it's just-"

"-it's just Mike's not dead and you're all happy. But the idiot nearly fucking killed himself and you're all just acting like that didn't happen apparently!"

"Billie joe!" I shouted to him. He quickly looked over at me. "I understand that you're upset that you nearly had to say goodbye to someone else cause so am I! But instead of being angry why can't you just thank the fucking lord that Tre rang nine one one in time and that Mike's still here!? Instead of over arguing about how he nearly died while he's laid- right there!-" I shouted pointing to him in the hospital bed. "-weak and helpless with tubes going every which way into him! Why don't you just be thankful he's not dead and wait until he's recovered to be angry at him then!? Because whatever reason it was that made Mike do it he clearly just needs this moment right now from us and not us arguing!" I shouted at him. Losing my shit. Billie stood there biting his bottom lip and staring back, like a child that has just been scolded from their mother.

He sighed, then sat down on a chair. "Fine. I'm sorry Mike- I'm glad you're-," he looked over at mike and paused. "-Alive or whatever." He said motioning over to Mike.

"See, there we go." I tried to smile sitting down too.

"Wow, you really do work miracles." Tre laughed, I was so grateful to see him laugh. I had missed him being annoying. And it worried me that If Mike died... would he ever be his annoying self again?

I looked over at Mike, who smiled softly at me. 'Thank you.' He lip-synced to me. Obviously thankful I had shut Billie joe up. I nodded to him and smiled as Tre started up some random and stupid conversation.