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28 June 2012 @ 11:37 am
Out of the ashes  
Out of the Ashes
Chapter 1
Mike Shinoda groaned in his sleep as he absentmindedly groped around on the spot next to him, expecting to feel Anna’s sleeping body there. Confused, he blinked open his eyes and sleepily lifted his head, to see that the spot was empty. That was when he remembered that she had left him over a year ago. Sighing, he sat up and ran his fingers furiously through his hair.
Every night he was restless, unable to sleep properly because he was haunted by memories of her. And every morning he half expected to wake up and see her lying beside him, her dark messy curls splayed out over the pillow. Mike lie back down and buried his head into her pillow, breathing in the long faded scent of her strawberry Herbal Essences shampoo.
I have got to get a grip, he scolded himself, raising up and throwing the pillow across the room. It’s been over a year, for fuck’s sake. But Mike knew he couldn’t seem to shake off the hurt he felt the day he came home to see her with her bags packed.
He jumped at the loud jingle his Iphone made on the nightstand, and grabbed for it. He looked at the screen and saw a text from Chester, his best friend and band mate.
Sup Shinoda! Wanna do something today?
Mike hesitated before responding. He didn’t really feel up to going anywhere at all today. But it beats hanging around alone in the place Anna once resided.
Sure. Pizza?
What he needed was some comfort food, and a cold beer. Five seconds later his phone jingled again.
Good deal. Meet u at Mellow Mushroom in fifteen.

Mike set his phone down and rubbed his neck. Alright, let’s just get through this day.

“Look man, divorce is hard. Trust me, I know,” Chester was telling Mike through a mouthful of cheese pizza. “It took me forever to get over Sam. But now I couldn’t be happier.”
Mike snorted, fiddling with his wristwatch. “I just can’t stop thinking about it, Ches. She was cheating on me. And I can’t believe I didn’t see it when it was right in front of me.” He took a violent bite out of his pizza.
Chester shook his head as he wiped his mouth. “I always knew she was no good. And I had been telling you from the start. And she’s a bitch.”

Mike flinched at the sound of Chester speaking so ill of her, but he was right. And he hated her for doing this to him. He remembered wanting to kill the guy she’d left him for, wanting to watch the life leave his eyes as he choked the shit out of him. Luckily, Chester and Rob had been there to keep him from doing anything stupid.

“Forget her,” Chester broke into his thoughts. “You’ll feel much better once you do. Come on, let’s get out of here. “
“Where to?” Mike asked, standing and opening his wallet to toss a twenty on the table.
“How bout we swing by that record store on Pratt?” Chester suggested, pulling his shades down over his brown eyes.

Mike grinned. Sometimes he was amazed by how well Chester knew him.

“Let’s go,” he agreed, following his band mate out of the parlor.

When they reached the old record store, Mike closed the door to his SUV and went inside, welcoming the breeze of the fan blowing into his face. It was one of the hottest days in L.A. He nodded in greeting toward the old shop owner, Benny, and began to browse the shelves, running his fingers over each record. Chester was in the next row, examining a Rolling Stones record.

“This brings me back to my teen years,” he said reminiscently, looking up at Mike, grinning.

“Ahh,” Mike sighed in agreement, putting his hands in his pockets. “The days of lip piercings and bad hair dye. How can I forget?”

Chester laughed and turned his back to him to continue to browse through the rows. Mike suddenly heard a loud clattering noise from the row in front, and startled, he knocked over a jumble of records and they littered the floor in a cluttered mess. Benny looked up from his magazine and eyed Mike irritably, who cast him an apologetic glance as he stooped to pick up the records, ignoring Chester’s snickering in the row behind him.

Once Mike had gathered up the fallen records he stood, only to smack his forehead against something. He faintly heard a very girlish squeal of pain as he dropped the records again.
“Ow!” he growled, his hand flying up to rub his aching head, too blinded by pain to see who was in front of him. “What the fuck?”
“I’m so sorry!” a female voice squeaked breathlessly. “I’m such a damn klutz!”
Still rubbing his forehead, he squinted into the golden brown eyes of the girl he’d collided with. “It’s...Uhh...Fine,” he muttered, perplexed.
The girl came around the corner and stooped to gather the scattered records. “I’m sorry,” she repeated frantically.
Mike bent down to help her. “It’s cool, don’t worry about it,” he assured her.
“I nearly trip coming into this place, I knock over a rack of cassettes, and now this,” she muttered with an embarrassed laugh.
Mike couldn’t help but laugh himself. So that had been the loud noise that had startled him into his own clumsy accident. “Happens to all of us,” he said. He glanced up and found himself looking into her startlingly pretty eyes again. His mind sort of shut down a bit, that he was caught off guard by what she said next.

“Oh my gosh…”she gasped. “You’re…you’re Mike Shinoda!”
“I-what?” Mike stuttered, blinking in confusion.
“From Linkin Park!” she exclaimed, her doe eyes wide.
“Oh…yeah. Um, that’s right,” he said
“I feel even more stupid right now,” she said, standing up with the records in her arms. “I just about gave THE Mike Shinoda a concussion. Are you okay?”
Mike stood up too, awkwardly facing her. “Yeah, I’m fine. Better take these though, “ he added, referring to the records, which were slipping out of her arms without her taking any notice.
She quickly looked down and blushed, handing the records over with a shy smile. “Yeah, don’t want them dropping for a third time,” she laughed nervously.
“Wouldn’t want that,” Mike agreed, staring at her.

She was pretty. Short, about 5”3” if he had to guess, but could tell she was athletic by her toned arms and solid stomach underneath her black halter top. The girl had a nice body, no doubt about it. His eyes took in everything from her bronze skin tone, to her long dark hair that fell in locks over her shoulders. Then quickly swept down to take in her legs, which were thick and well muscled. He brought his eyes back up to her face before he could start thinking of what he’d do with her legs, and let them rest back on her odd light brown eyes.

“Well, um, it was nice meeting you,” she said shyly after a long awkward silence. Mike felt hot embarrassment creep down his spine. How long had he been staring?
“Yeah, you too,” he croaked, clearing his throat. “Be careful walking out of here, okay?”
He felt stupid as soon as the words escaped his mouth, but she was laughing.
“Thanks. I’m Lacey by the way,” she added quickly.
“Lacey,” he repeated, nodding stupidly. “Nice name, I like it.”
“Thanks,” Lacey said again, smiling awkwardly and starting to back away. “I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah…see you,” Mike said, aware of his boyish voice and feeling himself blush. He hasn’t been this stupid about a girl since he was a teenager! What the hell was wrong with him?
“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”

Mike snapped to attention as Chester’s voice broke through his reverie. He’d forgotten he was even there. He blinked at his friend, who stared at him incredulously.
“What?” he asked, still dazed.
“What do you mean, ‘what’?” Chester gestured toward the closing door Lacey had just exited through. “Are you going to just let her go?”
“I…” Mike couldn’t get his thoughts together. He stood looking at Chester, dumbfounded.
“Get your ass out there and go after her!” Chester insisted.
“Why? I’m not interested,” Mike lied, leaning casually against the row.
“Yeah, bullshit,” Chester scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I haven’t seen you act like that since Britney Spears told you she liked your hair at that Christmas party ten years ago. Now get out there before she leaves!”

Mike felt himself blush as he secretly agreed with Chester. That girl definitely did do something to him. He grinned briefly at Chester and hurried out the door of the shop, looking around the parking lot for Lacey. He prayed to God he hadn’t missed her. Then he saw her across the lot, unlocking her white Honda. Before even stopping to think, he rushed over to her, yelling, “Hey, Lacey, wait up!”

She looked over at him, shocked, holding her car door open.
“Yeah?” she inquired, shielding her eyes from the blazing sun.
Mike skidded to a halt in front of her, slightly out of breath. Damn, he was out of shape.
“Can I, uh, call you sometime? Or something?” he panted.
Lacey looked at him for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Sure,” she said, holding her hand out. “Let me see your phone.”
Mike pulled his Iphone out of his pocket and handed it over, shuddering a little as his skin lightly brushed hers. She punched her number in and then gave it back to him, smiling.
“Call me anytime,” she said.
“Count on it,” he told her, smiling back.
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chazzychaz4life on June 28th, 2012 04:39 pm (UTC)
I'm a little new at this so be kind guys. Please read and review. It's good shit I swear
Jen Shinoda-Haner-Dun: Brad - Aquaxsassysynnerx on June 28th, 2012 07:23 pm (UTC)
Can you put this behind an lj cut please?

Since Cali isn't on lj much these days she trusts me to enforce the rules for her.
chazzychaz4life on July 2nd, 2012 01:10 am (UTC)
How do you do that? I didn't mean to post it this way, sorry