"Wow, I could hear the crowd from in here" you said, sitting on the coach. You had spent all the day in the bus, and now the guys had come back from their show.
"That crowd was awesome! I mean EVERYBODY was singing along and bouncing" Mike said
"This is the first time I've seen so many girls in the front, they probably all noticed that me and Mike had the same clothes on" Phoenix said, walking over the seats, almost falling down on the seat
"Seriously Dave, you should pack some more clothes" Mike said and sat down beside you, resting his elbows in his knees.
"Is it me ore have someone cleaned the bus?" Rob asked looking down to the end of the bus, or as much as you could see of the end.
"Yearh, decided to clean a bit, for having me staying here you know" you said, that was the least thing you could do for their hospitality.
"Well maybe we should let her stay here for a little longer then planned" Brad said, smiling.
"Wait what do you mean by planned?" you asked, had they planned when they were going to kick you out? Mike laughed
"It's just that our mini-vacation is in 4 days" Mike said
”What already?! Oh my god, I don’t even know how to get home.. I don’t even wanna go home” you said freaking out a bit
”You don’t wanna go home? Everyone want’s to go home once in a while” Mike said, you groaned
”Well I don’t” you mumbled
”And why is that?” Chester asked sitting down on the seat opposite Phoenix. Actually you didn’t liked to talk about your home, and you felt Mikes gaze on you. He had been the one to ask you most questions about your home life and your past. But it was just hard for you to talk about, and truth was that you didn’t have anything to do at home, and you would come to miss the guys and just to have something to do all the time. Besides that you hadn’t really talked to your dad in a long time now, and you didn’t even knew how to get home..
”I-I.. It’s.. It’s just, I don’t wont to” you said looking down at your hands, hoping that none of them would ask about it, but they seemed to get the message..
”Well I’m looking forward to get home though” Brad said and yawned
”Me to, I’m gonna se my girlfriend” Phoenix said
”Yearh” almost all of them murmured, spasing out for some seconds.. You skewed over at Mike who was right next to you, he didn’t seem to reply on that..
”Well, I’m going to enjoy the single life!” Mike said taking both of his hands behind his neck
”And for how long have you been enjoying your single life” Chester said, grinning
”Shut uup” Mike said throwing a small pillow at Chester, but Chester just laughed at Mike.
”Well, your in Linkin Park, so it shouldn’t be that hard for you to find some girl on the street” you murmured. Mike opened his mouth but your cut off by Brad
”Cath Mike doesn’t function that way, and that’s just a fact!” he assured you looking pretty convincing while Mike just nodded his head, smiling
”If it comes to me you sound a little jealous Cath?” Joe said, smiling
”... Hello, my life at home sucks okay! I’d rather be with you guys then staying at home.. I don’t even have a potential boyfriend at home!” you spat before thinking.
”Cause you see a potential boyfriend here?” Chester said grinning, you just knew he would be the one to comment that
”That was not what I meant” you said annoyed
”There is a lot of things you don’t mean Cath” Mike said smiling to you..
”Actually, Mike could be a potential boyfriend for her” Rob said looking back and forward at you and Mike. You felled your self beginning to blush, while Mike just laughed like usual, seemed like none of you had the guts to say the first words.
”Hey, why don’t you just go with us to LA then? I mean, we still like your company” Chester said, saving you and Mike on the edge..
”Not a bad idea” Mike said taking a finger to his chin.
”And that’s coming from you” Phoenix said in a chough.
”Seriously stop that bullshit, Dave just.. Get lost with you and your girlfriend” Mike joked..
”Blaming again.. That the good old Mike” Phoenix joked back, looking at you, Mike just laughed leaning backwards on the coach.. You looked over at Chester, trying to avoid Mike and Phoenix conversation.
”It would really be awesome if you guys would take me with you to LA, I’ve never been there!” you said exited.
”Don’t think that, that would be a problem, you can just stay with us” Chester said
”So who can she stay with?” Chester asked a little louder so everyone could hear it.
”Sorry Cath, but you know I have a girlfriend” Phoenix said
”Kinda have i date” Brad said
”It would be nice if you could stay, but kinda have a date too” Rob said
”Same here” Joe said .
”Well.. Guess you can stay with me” Mike said looking a little bored
”Don’t think my wife would mind either” Chester said..
”Oh thanks, but.. Mike are you sure it’s okay for ME to stay with you?” you said. You couldn’t exactly figure what he was thinking about this
”Well” he said taking a finger to his chin, you heart immediately dropped
”No way just kidding, of cause it’s okay” he said and elbowed you a little in the ribs while smiling at the same time.
"Thanks, you are dope, Mike" you answered back
”You know what ya’ll?” Mike suddenly said, sounding afro-American while getting to his feeds
”I’m gon’ take a bath” he said pulling his shirt out so and bowing his spine so he looked hip-hop like
”Do your thing bro” Joe said in the same way..
”Yearh, I’m gon’ take a bath” Mike said to himself walking really humpy.. You grinned of both of them .
”That’s what happens when you spent to much time with cypress hill” Chester said looking after Mike. He walked back to Chester again, seemed like he was in a pretty good mood today though.
”I actually went to primary school with a lot of different types, you know” he said smiling but looked convincing at the same time
”Tell me about it? You are half Japanese aren’t you. How was that” you asked to hear some more about himself.. For some reason, like in the plain, you loved hearing about Mikes life, and just the way he thought, cause it was also a thing that made attached you to people. Knowing their past and how they got were they are now and so on..
”Me? Well the question of, like, an identity or especially racial identity is something that always you’ll find with young people in LA, especially. It comes up all the time because LA is so diverse. I went to school in the Valley where a lot of kids got bussed in from the city and it was very…it’s a really mixed place to be.” he said leaning against the Phoenix seat, looking at the ceiling like he was thinking.
” I think that…all my friends growing up – especially when I was at school in like the Woodland Hills area – they had…all my friends were different backgrounds, different races, different religion and what not. And I think that really does become a question when you’re a younger person. “So where do I fit in? Where do I belong?” Because there’s a certain point where nobody really cares. Everybody’s just friends because that’s who you fall into place with and who you get along with. But then there’s s certain point of starting to really identify with other people and obviously, as a mixed…a person of mixed background…my dad being Japanese and my mom is like a mixed Caucasian – pretty much American, like her side of the family, a lot of the different parts of the family tree date back to the earliest colonies in the States and whatever. I mean that’s…it’s funny because that side of it is just so Caucasian, so White, so whatever. And then the other side, it’s like there’s a difference between being Japanese and being Japanese American and you start to really realize that as you get older” he said.. Confirming how it was, since you were pretty much just white.
”Waow, I see. I grew up in a pretty mixed area too, but I’ve never really thought about how it must bee to be half something, you know.. Though it really has accured to me a lot of times that some of them had a hard time finding somewhere they belonged, I mean.. you know, my mom being dead and all, .. When you say so, it .. yearh actually becomes a question of where you belong, and I’ve always tried to make people feel comfortable in my company” you said getting really in to this conversation.
Mike POV.
After he had became good friends with Cath again, his day had been really great! The crowd was just amazing and they had really rocked on, one of the things he enjoyed every time he was on stage. And when Chester had said that to him he felt like defending himself a little, and also to see how Cath would react. And actually, after she was finished talking he was pretty amazed by her large view on racial things. He had never really had the big ”world-wide” discussions with her, but it really hid him that she actually was quite intelligent, she wasn’t the main-stream she had her own thoughts, and he found that very thing pretty attracting about her. He had actually thought about how intelligent she were beside her temper, and this confirmed it. Someone who was actually on his level in the way of thinking. Before he could continue their conversation, but Chester interrupted.
”Weren’t you going to take a shower?” he asked .. He had forgot all about that.
Your POV.
”oh yearh” Mike said skewing over at you like i wanted to continue the conversation.
When Mike had gone to the shower the guys were having small conversations here and there..
”Hey Cath, can a talk to you for a second?” Brad suddenly asked you as you were following a pretty funny conversation between Rob and Phoenix about the rythmes of the drum and the bas in a song that probably were in progress.
”Ehm.. Sure” you said and followed him to the middle of the bus, sitting by another table with some trash on.
”So what’s up Brad?” you asked folding your hands
”I was just wondering, what was up with you and Mike” he asked innocently..
”Eh what do you mean?” you asked
”I mean.. Like, you know.. ” he said smiling
”What? N-no! .. I don’t like him in that way” you quickly said feeling yourself blushing
”.. Come oon” he said like you didn’t say the truth
”Seriously, I-i.. Mike dosen’t want a bad-tempered girl like me” you said
”There’s a lot of things you don’t know about him” Brad said, looking like he was thinking.
”Like what?” you said cocking a eyebrow
”Like.. He.. His talent is beyond average and a part of that is also because, he grew up in LA, like he just told you.. And I’ve known him from high school, and he grew up in a normal wealthy family and just, you know the average, and being half-Japanese and all, he had always thought a lot about things about the world like global warming, hunger and you know. And beside that he focused on music and drawing. His really not that kind of celebrity like you may think,” Brad said. You nodded and assumed that he was referring to the comment about he could get every girl he wanted.
”He has never been THAT good around girls, and those he have had were all rather intelligent, and this celebrity thing has not changed him in any way. You know I just want you to respect that he really has worked hard, and made some sacrifices to have come this far” Brad said looking serious now.. Somewere in the back of your mind you’ve always known this about Mike, and you truly did respect him when you came to think about. .
”Why are you telling me this?” you suddenly asked without thinking.
”Just.. Wanted you to know it” Brad said smiling a mysterious smile..
”I do respect him Brad, though i may not show it” you said to him..
”Good, good.. It’s just.. He deserves it” he said and got to his feeds again.. Both of you walked back to others again, and talked.. Though it was late night it seemed that the mood in the bus had raised since you were sick.. Mike had come quickly out of the shower, and you just basically had fun and talked.. Until everyone slowly began to go to sleep.
You sat down on Mikes coach resting your arms and head on the backrest, just looking at the highway, it was about 01:00 am or something silence had filled the bus except for Mike and Chester who were talking to each other in low voices, ther were both laying on their coaches, so you were sitting in the end of Mikes coach..
You were kind of lost in thoughts.. Everything about Mike seemed so confusing, did you really like him? It seemed that Brad had some thoughts about that. But.. Could you ever be with a guy like Mike? He was a very rare celebrity, one who had worked his way to were he was, and still, he acted like a regular bloke. You figured it would take a strong person with some good friends to not end up like ”all the other celebritys”, though their carrier almost just was started.. You came out of your trance as the bus stopped a little harsh, but drove on. But know one noticed, you looked at Mike, he had fallen asleep. He had taken a cap over his face and had a blanket over his body, laying on his back. You heard the drivers radio play a silent but a little sad song, and begun to feel sleepy too... You spaced out for a few seconds again, listening to the song. You looked at the floor were a pillow and a blanket was placed, since Chester had taken his coach back. You slowly crawled down on the floor, trying not to wake Mike up. The cover were soft and you put a sleeping T-shirt on under it and then just laid down on your back, looking at the ceiling. You felt in someway safe and warm, and you didn’t have a need to be somewhere else.. You felt accepted and welcome..
Though you weren’t sick anymore the nightmare kept coming, over and over again, it was almost unbearable. What was worse, Chester had woken you up cause he fell down from his coach.
”AUch” Chester said the same time you gasped in chock for the weight on your body.
”Fuck maan” Chester said and rubbed his forehead cause he had hit yours.
”What the fuck are you doing” you whispered and rubbed your eyebrow since he had hit you right there..
”Fell, sorry” he said and got up to lay on his coach again, Mike turned in his coach and groaned..
”It’s okay, i was having a nightmare anyway” you whispered, but he just responded with a groan while he nuzzled into his covers.. After that you couldn’t fall asleep again, afraid of dreaming the same dream, still you were afraid to wake the others up and led them now that you have that nightmare again.. Then you heard Mike mumbled in his sleep
”(from carousel)She can't hide no matter how hard she tries
Her secret disguised behind the lies
And at night she cries away her pride
With eyes shut tight staring at her inside
All her friends know why she can't sleep at night
All her family asking if she's alright
All she wants to do is get rid of this hell
Well all she's got to do is stop kidding herself”
that was FREAKY!! You were about freak out so much.
”MIKE?! MIKE?! wake up!” you whispered shaking him. He didn’t wake up.. But slowly a smile appeared on his face, who became a giggle, and by that you knew he was joking with you
”Mike you idiot! You really freaked me out!” you whispered, sitting down again in relief. He laughed harder, but without waking Chester up.
”Gosh, I’m so tired” you said ignoring his laughter
”Then why don’t you sleep?” he asked still giggling a little, you had to come up with a excuse, fast!
”Just can’t sleep” you said
”Yearh, I’m not buying that, you have nightmares, else you wouldn’t have reacted that way to me” he said in a smirk, looking at you. Damn, he got you there! You just responded by groaning and cuddling in to your pillow.
”Why wont you talk about it?” he asked innocently
”It doesn’t matter” you said and turned around
”Whatever you say” he said like he surrendered for your stubbornness.
”Just give her some time” you heard Chester whisper to Mike as you had closed your eyes.. Mike just mumbled something in response.. You tried to think of something else like when you were in england, 24.03. in London, Docklands Arena, were LP was Supporting Deftones Tour, it had been the only place in Europe so far, and now again you were in the US and soon you would bee in LA.. But you eventually fell asleep having the same nightmare again.
Everyone was asleep when you arrived at the stage, which were a indoor by the way. But you were all woken up by someone knocking on the bus door. The driver (which name was Blake) had gone to breakfast, so someone had to go open the door.. You heard groans everywhere in the bus, it seemed like no one would go get..
"For fuck sake!" Chester said and got up, throwing his covers aside pretty roughly. He walk with angry footsteps over to the door button-thing
"Hello Chester, I'm so sorry to wake you up but, I was wondering if Catherine was here?" a too familiar voice asked
*Oh fuck, it was Tom* you thought and cuddled into your pillow, you heard Tom walk with quick footsteps towards you. He stopped right in front of you, since you were laying on the floor he was looking down at you.
"What is this?!" he asked throwing a magazine at your chest, you gave a little gasp.
"Morning to you too" you said grumpy
* and hello dobbel-chin* you thought and took the magazine in front of your face so you didn't have to look at Tom, you scanned the front page
"What?" you asked..
"Look at page 10" he said sounding really pissed.. You leafed trough the pages until you came to page 10, a big picture of you and Mike walking in the rain was staring back at you. You read the title "Mike Shinoda from Linkin Park on a secret date?". quite a shock for you..
"What the fuck?!" you said and sat up quickly, Mike had turned around to see what Tom was doing here and looked at the page you were looking at.
"Oh my fucking god, is that us?!" he said as surprised as you were.. Before you could blab about it Tom spoke
"What is THAT?! I thought you were sick, and obviously you are just flirting around with mr. Shinoda, skipping your job! And then hiding here!" he spat..
"What?.. I AM sick, and had to do my laundry, i was still sick" you tried to explain to him
"And then, i assume, that you took Shinoda with you , I guess that he has other things to do then do your favors! Besides that, if you are healthy enough to walk to the laundry then you should be able to work to" he said angry looking really pissed.. You opened your mouth to say something, though you didn't knew what to say, but Mike spoke instead
"Actually I went there myself, I followed her to make sure that nothing happened, since she was so sick, but she insisted in doing her laundry herself". Tom looked at Mike, he couldn't really say anything to that..
"I see... " he said looking superior, you all looked at him, waiting for him to leave
"Well then, sorry for waking you up, but i have to do my duty, bye" he said the last thing going out of the bus again..
"That mother fucker just ruined my day!" Chester stated and threw himself down on his coach, taking the covers roughly over himself and turning violently around to face the seatback. Mike was still looking at the page, which you were holding open.
".. This is so freaky" you said looking straight at the picture of you and Mike. You were smiling while looking at him and he was looking straight forward but skewing over at you.. Mike grinned at your comment
"Those magazines are bullshit, I mean look at the picture they make it look like something it isn't" he said
"I didn't even see the man who took the picuture" you said
"That's paparazzi, look what they wrote" Mike took the magazine and read;
"Sweet Mike Shinoda from Linkin Park was performing at the festival in a small town in texas, but it seems like it wasn't the only thing he was doing. What about the show Mike?" he read
"And then there is some facts about me" he said ..
"Oh my god.. I just don't hope that a lot of people are reading that magazine" you mumbled, you had never been in a magazine, and now people might recognize you as Mike's girlfriend.
"Don't worry it's nothing, I'm used the media stuff, just write on our website that it isn't true, then our fans, will now that it isn't true, and that's good enough for me" he said laying down again
"Sure" you said and looked a last time at the page.. It was kind of wird.
When the guys had left the bus to eat breakfast/lunch, you really didn't have much to do and just wasted your time by reading the stupid magazine that Tom had brought you, eating and watching television, though there weren't that many channels. It knocked on the door to the bus, you wondered who it was, and got up from your comfortable position.
*Hope it isn't Tom" you thought as you came to the door. Bob was standing there, yelling something like "how are you" to someone, you hoped that he wasn't here to yell at you as well. You opened the door, and he gave a little jump in surprise.
"Hey Catherine, how are you" he asked with his sweet old voice .. ,
"Getting better" you said and smiled to him. He walked up by the steps, following you to Chesters bed..
"So how is things?" he asked sitting down on Mikes coach.
"The guys are taking good care of me and none of them got the flu from me" you said, skewing over at the television, who was still playing..
"Good news.. Here, I brought you some of the breakfast, though it's midday" he said and handed you a little paper plate with some bacon and eggs.
"Oh thank you so much, I'm starving here" you said and took the paper plate and began to eat the food
"Well, I'll get going" he said and patted you on the shoulder..
"Thanks for looking by Bob, you are the best" you said.
"You too sweetie" he said disappearing out of the door.
The rest of the day was quite boring, the guys were probably out to see some tourist attraction, or having fun in their dressing room.. Rob and Brad stepped by, by the time of 6 pm to change into something else, but nothing else happened, you've had a look at the mini studio they had in the back of the bus, but you didn't have the password to the computer so that was no fun, though you borrowed a el guitar who was just standing in a corner, and found some nodes to some different songs.
By the time of 9 pm the guys came back to the bus. They entered, laughing and joking and talking about the show as usual. You slowly sat down Brads guitar and walked to them, you wanted to ask Joe if he could teach you some scratching..
"Hey guys" you said and flashed a smile..
"Joooe, could you teach me how to scratch?" you asked smiling big..
"We don't have any turntablist here, and .. I'm to tired" he said looking at you with his black eyes..
"Oh okay.. " you said scratching your neck.
"I can show you how the computer works, and how we rip the songs, if you will" Mike said, peeping at you from behind Joe.
"You would do that?.. That would be dope!" you said smiling again..
"Okay then follow me" he said and walked past you and Joe, walking to the end of the bus.. Walls separated were you slept, with the mini studio, were the bathroom were too. Mike walked to the computer and turned it on, and entered the password..
"Actually I wanted to work on a special sound i invented by ripping it up" he said looking at the screen, there were only one chair so you just supported your hands on the table with the computer.. Mike worked with a funny sound (the one on the start of somewhere i belong) for some time were you just watched him work, he tested the sound all the time, it had to be set up very precisely.
"Wow, it sounds so awesome Mike" you said in a admiring way
"Thanks Cath, I appreciate that" he said smiling to you with his eyes.
"Wanna try?" he asked
"Yearh, wow, can't believe that anyone ever believed that you guys were manufactured, you know didn't make your music yourself" you said and sat down on the chair as Mike got up.. He looked in some way hurt now..
"I know.. It's some serious bullshit.. But that's how this is, There were people already tryin' to get me gone.. Tellin' me to quit rapping. " Mike said silently
"Really? I can't believe that you guys are soo good at what you do" you said
"Thanks.. You know the dude, he said that, like, when we
were making the first Linkin Park record
He was like, Yeah you know, I don't know about the rapping like, I don't know... maybe you should just be a rock band."
You know what I mean, like, trying to change us
like they signed us as an act like what we sound like and then he's like;
Oh I don't know maybe you should just play keyboard" Mike explained.. You nodded and waited for him to go on
"they told me that my band had a singer and they didn't need me
But the guys had my back, so we did the tracks and put out the album and then the talk went flat... you know.. It was funny at first but then the humour faded when some magazines printed that someone else made us, that we were to be good to be true
some were saying ghost writers were writing all that we do" he said.. You gave him a pitiful look... You were really beginning to understand what Brad had said about having respect for Mike.. He HAD, had a hard time to be where he were now.
"Then what?" you asked..
"So we had to disprove it, we spelled it out to the detail how we do it when we're making this music and after that I made it a rule
I only do e-mail responses to print interviews, because these people love to put a twist to your words, to infer that you said something fucking absurd" he said, and you took the magazine with the picture of you and Mike as a example, though he didn't say anything to them.
"All they're ever gonna be's another big fan of me" he said grinning, actually looking rather evil.. You really had to give him a hug, it was so sad to hear about, that someone could've been like that towards Mike and this band, they were so great..
"awww" you said and got up from the chair and hugged him around the neck. You felt that he was taken a little aback by the sudden hug, but he hugged you around your waist. You felt in that instant that Mike for sure was the one from the band you had become most attached to, and you wanted to stay in that hug forever.
"That would've been a waste of talent if you had just played the keyboard" you whispered in his ear.. He grinned a little.
"That was just something who happened in the past, it's no problem now" he said as you led go of each other.
"Yearh, it's just.. It really touched me" you said, feeling a bit shy.. Mike had opened up to you pretty much, but you wouldn't tell him anything about yourself, and you kind of fell guilty for that. You had already forgot the reason why you shouldn't tell him, the facade you once had towards him was almost gone.. Though you still denied your feelings. A lot of different feelings swelled up in you as you sat down on the chair again, and it almost made your eyes water..
"So how do I do?" you asked and looked at the wird program who was open on the screen. He stood behind you and placed his arms on both side of you, in a way hovering over you.. His cheek was very close to yours as he looked at the screen and began to explain how it worked.. You felt like there were static tension between his skin and yours. You felt every time his chest touched your back and the warmth from his body made it even more static.
"Okay now try to make a small beat yourself" he said backing away again... You had borrowed some different sounds that the guys had on their computer and sat something together...
"Listen, am I good at this or what?" you said pressing play.. Okay maybe it didn't sound that good.. He giggled at your beat
"Yearh.. (cough) not bad, not bad" he said in a joking way..
"Shut uup, I think it's good" you said and smiled to him..
"Now you just need to make some lyrics" he said looking at you like he was daring you..
"Lyrics?.. Well .. I can just make some freestyle" you said, not really knowing what to expect from him..
"Freestyle?.. Well.. Then do some" he said still looking daring at you..
"Okay.. What should it be about?" you asked showing no fear of performing in front of a pro. like him
".. Problems in the world" he said smiling, but cocked a eyebrow..
".. Okay.. Ehm.. " you turned the beat up and stood up a few feeds away from him, taking a pencil as a microphone.. ( the beat sound like "right now" from Fort minor)
You looked at the ceiling thinking about some lines, then you closed your eyes and began to sing.
"Someone right now is leaving their apartment
Looking down at the street, wondering where there car went
Someone in the car sitting at a signal
In front of a restaraunt, staring through the window
at someone right now with their finger in their teeth
Who could use a little floss right across the street
there's somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket
spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered
Now he gotta walk fourteen blocks
to work at a shop where he's about to get fired.
Someone right now is looking pretty tired
Staring at a laptop trying to get inspired
Somebody living right across the street
She wrote the best things she's written all week
but her best friends coughing up blood in the sink
Can't even think what happened, feeling so confused
And he knows it looks bad but there's nothing he can do
I wonder what it's like to be right there in his shoes
( you sang this)
But no I'm just taking it in
Out the window of a hotel bedroom again
Tommorrow I'll be gone I don't know when I'll be back
But in this world everything can change just like that,
Like that...
That's me" you sang and stated the last thing.. Some of the other guys had looked at you too and Mike just stood there with his mouth half open..
Mikes POV.
That rap.. It was absolutely stunning. Her vocabulary was amazing, the thing she said, who just came out of the blue.. He had never imagined that she would be capable of rapping like that, why had he never seen this side of her before?.. All the things he had learned about her today was totally attracting.. She was so much his taste in women, but he had never met one who were at her level. He didn't know what to think. She was the most amazing women he had ever met, and he just realized how attached to her he had become.. But still.. It was like he didn't knew what she was thinking.. What she thought about him. Was he "just" one of the guys?..
"Oh my fucking god.. You are fucking amazing" he said stunned..
Your POV.
You heartbeat raised when he said that..
"Thanks Mike, it really means a lot to me when it comes from you" you said honestly..
"I mean.. Oh my god! Did you hear her guys?" Mike said looking behind you holding his hands out from his body..
"She's better then you Mike" Joe said, looking as stunned as Mike..
"Yearh!.. I mean the beat sucked, but oh my god, screw the beat, you lines rocked so much" Mike said again..
"Waow, thanks again" you said scratching your neck..
"You have to right that down dude" Phoenix said, standing straight up looking petrified..
"Yearh, yearh! you have to do that Cath" Mike said getting out of his trance and began to look around for some paper and a pen..
"What? But I can't remember them now" you said.. This was really a good response to get from someone like Mike..
"Here here" he said, eager to make you write those lyrics down..
"Okay okay" you said and smiled to him and went to the front of the bus to sit in the seats so you had a table.. Mike eagerly sat down opposite you to looked at what you wrote down..
"I gotta tell you man, you are fucking talented" he said smiling a crooked smile
"Orh Mike, you make me blush" you said, and took your hand over your eyes.. He grinned..
"Hey you are left handed" he said and looked at your hand with the pencil..
"Yearh" you said simply and looked at your hand too.. Then you began to right the lines down, though it was late night now, but Mike stayed by the table until you finished.. When you were laying "in" you "beds" and silence had filled the bus you spoke to Mike..
"Mike? .. I'm actually really glad that you showed me how to make i beat" you said looking at the ceiling..
"No problem, i learned something about you" he said looking at the ceiling too..
"mhm.. I've learned a lot about you too" you said
"heh, yearh" he said and turned on around to your side.. You closed your eyes..
"Night" you mumbled..
"Night" he said back..
