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Chapter 6: Questions

Angie wandered silently into Michelle's room and stopped, realizing she still hadn't returned from the night before. That was weird. Her friend had never stayed out all night since they became roommates. Where the hell was she? Worried, she hurried to her cell phone and dialed her number hastily. It went directly to voice mail.

She sighed and closed her cell, wishing she had Mike's number so she could ask him what was up. She stopped mid-thought, 'Hmm.. maybe I'm jumping to conclusions again like I always do.. I'll bet she's fine and she just spent the night with him probably..'

She plopped down on the couch in the living room and glanced at the clock near the television, 'Yeah... it's only ten.. she's probably still asleep is all.'

Pushing her thoughts aside, she turned the T.V. on and made her way to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast.

"Hey dude where were you last night? Me and Damien got worried," Mike asked Sean when he spotted him at the firehouse. The three had been roommates for a few weeks now, and Sean not coming home was something that hardly ever happened since the cancer situation.

"Uh.. duh Mike. Ok. I told I was going to the bar last night to do inventory and some other stuff. Don't you remember?" Sean asked him, his arms crossed.

"Um yeah dude, but I didn't think you were gonna be gone all night, you know? I thought maybe you went home with some chick or something," Mike replied, opening his locker and going through the bottles on the top shelf.

"Actually I kinda like, fell asleep. While going through the, you know, books. Didn't mean to. But it happened, so.." Sean started, suddenly remembering the call he received from Angie, "I'm actually pretty surprised you even noticed I was gone. Weren't on you a date with Michelle?"

Mike stopped what he was doing in his locker and turned to face Sean, a look of confusion in his eyes, "What are you talking about? I haven't seen her since the other night at the bar.."

Sean tilted his head awkwardly and looked up to the ceiling for a moment, "Huh.. That's weird, because her friend called and-"

"Angie?"

"Yes. Angie called me at the bar wondering if she was there. And then, you know, said something about her being out with you. So I just thought-"

"Wait a minute. What? What did she say exactly, Sean?"

Sean sighed and looked up again, trying to remember exactly what was said and cursing silently to himself for getting involved in drama once again, "Uh... let's see. I pretty much just told you, Mike. Angie called. Ok?" he began, pausing to make sure Mike didn't have any questions yet, "and then she asked me if Michelle was there. At the bar. Because I guess she thought she was with you. Or something. I don't really know."

Mike just continued staring on in shock, his face blank and his chest tight, "Well... maybe Angie just heard or wrong or something.. I'll just ask Michelle about it later. I'm sure it's just like.. a misunderstanding. Or maybe I could talk to Angie or something..."

"No way dude. Don't do it. Chicks hate when you go behind their backs and ask their friends something instead or just going to them and asking directly. Come on, man. Everyone knows that. Hey. Speaking of Angie. Is she like, single, by any chance?" Sean asked.

Mike's expression suddenly changed into one of stifled laughter, "Yeah she's single. Why?"

"What's so funny about me asking that, jerk-off?"

"It's just that when I was talking to her a few nights ago, you know, at the bar? She referred to you as 'monkey man', dude!"

Sean stared at Mike, not finding the humor in it at all, and just looked completely offended, "Uh, for your information, she apologized for that to me last night. Ok? So don't be such an asshole, Mike."

"Ok dude, whatever. You could ask her out but... she's not exactly interested in like, dating or anything from what I've heard from Michelle and her," he explained, closing his locker door and turning to Sean again.

"Hey assholes. Where's Damien?" Mike and Sean turned their attention to Tommy, who had just arrived.

"He's here somewhere. Hey, it's already twelve, Tommy. Why so late?" Mike asked him, still completely and obviously unaware of what was going on.

Tommy adjusted his sunglasses and thought of a quick cover, "I was just.. late, ok? My alarm was acting up. Jesus, what is this? The god damn Spanish Inquisition now?" he asked, opening his locker and gathering his work clothes into his arms.

He didn't know why he was even covering up what was going on in the first place. He wasn't doing anything wrong, right? Maybe deep down he just didn't want Mike to hate his guts. Maybe he didn't want yet another relationship in his life ruined beyond repair like it had been with so many others.

"Sorry Tommy, I was just wondering," he turned back to Sean, "Well anyway, I'm gonna go call Michelle and ask her what happened last night, dude. See ya later," he said, starting to make his way towards the locker-room exit.

Tommy overheard and panicked slightly, "Hey, wait a minute, Mike," Mike stopped and turned back to them, "what's uh... what's goin' on?" Tommy asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Oh.. well you know how Sean was doing the inventory stuff last night at the bar, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well Angie apparently called up there and asked Sean if she was there cause she was looking for her. She thought she was with me for some reason, so I just wanna call and see what was up, you know?"

"Tch, Mike, you calling her up every time some god damn little shit comes up is not gonna win her over, ok? Chicks hate when guys get all clingy and shit," Tommy said, shaking his head.

"You know, he's probably right, Mike."

"Yeah but... I wanna know, you guys. What if... I mean, if Angie was right and she really did tell her that.. odds are something's wrong, you know?"

Tommy sighed in defeat, knowing nothing he said was going to change Mike's mind on the matter, "A'right fine. Go on and be a pussy about it then. But don't come crying to me when shit just gets worse between the two of you, cause that's what's gonna happen."

"Oh come on Tommy, it's not like you'd have any problem with that happening in the first place, right?" Mike asked, his voice suddenly cold. Tommy made eye contact him before he left the room. Sean's expression changed to one of awkwardness as he turned to face Tommy.

"Whoa. What's with him, huh?" he asked, completely oblivious to what was going on.

Tommy just grunted and closed his locker, "Who knows," he replied, leaving the same way he came.

"Michi! You're back! I was worried. What happened last night?" Angie asked. Michelle walked through the door, happy as could be.

"Oh.. sorry. I should have called. I uh... stayed the night," she said quickly.

"Oh... it's cause I called you last night and it went to your voice mail, so I called the bar and looked for you there. But it's cool, Sean said you weren't there and stuff so I figured you were at Mike's place probably."

"What! What did you say!" Michelle asked, clearly panicked.

Angie raised an eyebrow at her friend's sudden change in expression, "Uhh... nothing. I only asked Sean if you and Mike were there. That's all."

Michelle's cell rang from inside her bag suddenly, 'Shit! That's Mike's ringtone! Why the hell is he calling me right now!'

"I'll be right back, Ang. That's Mike," she said innocently before running off to her room and closing her door. Shit! She knew things were gonna get complicated as soon as she uttered Mike's name last night. Shit, shit, shit! What was she gonna say?

"Hello?" she answered nervously, half whispering so Angie wouldn't hear her.

"Hey Michelle. It's Mike."

She swallowed the lump in her throat and leaned against the wall anxiously, "Hey Mike! Something up?"

"Um... yeah, actually. Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, everything is fine. Why?"

"Well.. it's just that I was talking to Sean and he said Angie called the bar last night saying something about you being out with me."

'Shit!' She got quiet, going through her thoughts rapidly, trying to think of something, anything, that could be used as a lie. Her mind clicked with an idea and she got silent for a while.

"I... I'm sorry, Mike. I did tell her that I was out with you.." she said in a small voice.

"Well... why'd you do that?"

"I just... if I tell you... you have to promise not to say anything... ok?" she asked, her voice cracking as she put on an act of emotion as she spoke.

"Ok, I promise. What's wrong?"

"It's just... I had to get out last night and be alone. I didn't want anyone to know about how depressed I've been feeling lately. I'm just... a little bit homesick... and so I told Angie that I was going out with you last night so that I could have some time to think to myself. I'm sorry..." she said.

"Hey look, you don't have to apologize, Michelle. I didn't know. I'm sorry. You wanna like... talk about it or something?" Mike asked her, completely convinced by the lie.

"No... I think I'll be ok now... Just don't tell Angie about this.. I don't want her to worry or anything.."

"Don't worry, Michelle. I won't say anything to her," Mike said with a smile.

"Ok... well.. I have to go now, Mike. I'll talk to you later?"

"Yeah. I'll call you later when I get out."

"Alright. Thanks Mike.. See ya," she said. She closed her cell and sighed in relief, looking up at the ceiling. 'Oh man... what a disaster this is all turning into...'

She sat on her bed, thinking for several more minutes to herself before finally getting back up and going back into the living room.

"Welcome back. You ok? You look faint," her friend said from the couch, staring at her.

Michelle sat down on the other end of the couch and nodded, "No, I'm fine."

"Soooo? What did your boyfriend have to say?"

Michelle raised her eyebrow, "He's not my boyfriend, Ang, ok? We're just friends."

"But... didn't you guys go out last night? And you spent the night over there.."

"Yes.. but it was only a date, and we didn't do... that. I just fell asleep over there was all," Michelle reasoned, looking at Angie.

"Kay..." Angie noticed her friend had become more and more uncomfortable as the conversation went, "you know, I think I'm gonna have to go to the store or something later on or tomorrow. Wanna come with?"

"Er... no. I mean... I don't know. We'll see. I'm gonna go lay down though, ok? Kinda tired."

Angie nodded as her friend disappeared into the hallway.

"So how did it go, Tommy? Details," Lou demanded, taking a sip from the cup in front of him. Tommy looked around the kitchen to make sure no one was around.

He sat down and finally spoke, "It went... great. You know? We had dinner, we talked, blah blah blah and then-"

"You had sex?" Lou asked bluntly.

"Would you? Shhh! Yes, ok? Jesus, lower your voice," Tommy said, his eyes wide as he looked around again.

"And?"

"And what!"

"Well how was it?"

"It was amazing, what do you think? And get this, she was a virgin."

"What!"

"Yep."

"Shame. A perfectly good virgin wasted on Tommy Gavin."

"Tch, what? What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Tommy asked, sincerely offended.

"Oh come on, Tom. It's like throwing a perfectly good steak dinner into a mass of starving Ethiopian kids and watching Rosanne, or hell, myself, be the one to catch and devour it. Basically, wasted."

"So now you're calling me Rosanne? Great."

"Never mind, Tommy. It wasn't meant to be taken literally."

"Yeah, I think I caught that, asshole. How was it, tch, a waste? It's not like I dropped her off on the side of the god damn road afterwards and-"

"So, I'm curious. Any so-called 'life changes' come from this thing? Or did you go and see Janet and Sheila right after?"

Tommy shook his head, "Unbelievable. No. I did not go see them, ok? She... stayed over at my place. I just dropped her off, that's why I'm late."

"And, let me just go ahead and take a guess here and say you didn't tell this girl anything about Janet or Sheila? Am I in the ballpark? She's completely oblivious to everything?"

"Wrong again, asshole. Quite the opposite in fact."

"Meaniiiing? What?"

"I told her about Janet, Sheila, Connor, the.. 9/11 thing, Jimmy, my brother, the drinking thing. You know? All that."

"Jesus Christ, why? Are you that desperate to scare her off?"

"Ha! So funny. No," he cleared his throat and thought about it for a second, "I don't know, man. She was just.. easy to talk to. Ya know?"

Lou stared at his friend in disbelief, "Is that right? So when are you gonna break the news to Mike?"

"I'm not breaking the news to anybody, ok? That's why," Tommy looked around and lowered his voice, "that's why we're keeping a low profile on this, a'right?"

"Well, are you planning on seeing her again?"

Tommy nodded. Lou just stared for a few seconds, "Tommy, if that's the case then he's gonna find out eventually either way."

"Yeah well, we'll just get to that when it happens then, ok?"

Before Lou was able to respond to his friend, the firehouse alarm sounded, the two men stood from their chairs accordingly, and they made their way to the truck to leave.

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