Disclaimer: Never have and never will own anything to do CATCF - anything CATCF that may come into my possession (like posters) are instantly sent to Sian for sanity purposes.
Sorry for the wait, and also for how rubbish this chapter is, but as this story is FOR Sian - I think that people shouldn't winge about the lack of Mike, it's up to you lot whether you read the story or lot. Anyway here's a Mike based chapter, but I've introduced another character - A sister, and guess what - SHE'S NOT CALLED MEGAN! (Mike writers gasp, faint and spasm)
"All the lies you've been hearing baby there all true!" Mike opened his eyes as the familiar off key singing reached his ears, he groaned and blinked as he became accustomed to the bright light.
"God Nicole your singing is enough to bring someone out of a coma!" Mike muttered quietly.
"Shut up freak!... MUM! DAD! HE'S AWAKE!" Nicole shrieked as she jumped up and ran out of the hospital room.
Mike grimaced at her shrieking and closed his eyes again. He thought about the pain he was feeling and decided he would be fine once his broken wrist had healed and the concussion had worn off.
"Welcome back Mr Teavee." His specialist, Dr Carter said in that smarmy way that was just his general nature. "You gave us quite a scare but we put a few stitches in your head where that nasty cut was and once your wrist is healed and the concussion has worn off, you'll be as right as rain except for your other little… Problem." Mike sighed and responded to the Dr's comments the way he did whenever the patronising bastard talked to him – He gave him a sarcastic glare and turned away.
"Yes, well I'll be in later to check on your condition, but I have other patients I need to see." Dr Carter said quickly before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
"What happened to you Michael?" His dowdy mother asked as she sat perfectly on one of the hard backed chairs, her handbag placed neatly in her lap.
"Yeah Stick – Jonesy said you and Sian Champion from my Drama class got into a major fight and got thrown off the bus!" Nicole said excitedly as she climbed onto the bed next to him and began flicking through the songs on her ipod.
"Is this true son?" His father asked seriously as he stood by Mike's bed and adjusted his glasses.
Mike shrugged and sat up. "Not that it's any of your business! I didn't tell her to get involved."
"Michael, I can't believe you got put in hospital because of a GIRL!" His mother shrieked in a high pitched whine.
"And there's me thinking I got put in hospital for been two dimensional!" Mike scoffed grumpily. – Why wouldn't his parents just sod off and leave him alone?
"Mike, try and be nice to your mother." His father sighed wearily.
Mike rolled his eyes and turned over again so he was facing Nicole. Get Rid Of Them!
His eyes pleaded which in turn caused her to roll her eyes as she pulled the headphones from her ears and looked over at her parents.
"I think he's gone back to sleep." She said chirpily, before poking Mike in the ribs. "Yep, very deep sleep! Why don't you go get something to eat or something? I'll stay here with him!" She grinned her most innocent smile and watched as her very dull parents left the room.
"They've gone Stick!" She said after a moment before putting her headphones back in and turning the volume up loud so Mike could easily hear Minus Celsius playing.
"Did you have to poke me so hard you retard?" He asked sulkily as he sat up and ran his hands through his hair before yawning groggily.
"Oh don't be such a wimp!" She laughed as she leant over and gave him a hug.
"Back off you little freak!" He growled before smiling at his big sister – She was ok – As big sister's go.
"So, what's the deal with you and Sian then?" Nicole asked as she leaned her head back on the pillow.
"Nothing, she just whacked one of the retards in my year with her school bag." Mike replied as sincerely as possible.
"Uh hu – She got you to the hospital too you know, besides I know her and she's like TOTALLY into you!" Nicole told him in her gossipy tone as her head rocked slightly to the beat of her music.
"She is?" Mike asked sceptically as he raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, it's like TOTALLY icky, I mean she's 17 like me for Christ's sake!" She added as she grew bored of Minus Celsius and flicked to Down, Down, Down.
"She is? She only looks about 13." Mike said idly as he yawned and made an unconscious decision to go back to sleep.
"Yeah I know, but she's the one who introduced me to Backyard Babies you know." Nicole added with a grin.
"Oh joy."
"Could be worse little brother – I could have got involved in her Sugarcult craze the other year." Both shuddered and then there was silence for a second till Mike yawned again and snuggled as far down the bed and under the covers as he could without his legs falling over the end.
"Nicole, shift – I want to go back to sleep." Mike told her grumpily as he nudged her
"How RUDE!" She exclaimed as she stood up quickly to keep her balance. "Oh yeah, I brought you a prezzie Stick!" She told him cheekily as she stretched out in one of the arm chairs and digged into her jacket pocket.
"What?" Mike asked warily before rolling his eyes and groaning as she brought out a bar of Wonka's chocolate.
