Stops besides the lake, walks out onto the snow
Title: Suicide Makeover (23/?)
Author: Logan
Pairing: young!Billie/Mike
Rating: PG-13
Previous: 12345678910111213141516171819202122
Summary: “I--you--I’m not sleeping with you tonight!”
“I’m not sorry.”
Billie Joe throws himself onto my bed and kicks his shoes off. I just stand and stare at him because he knows damn well that that is not his bed and that I am not in the mood to fucking talk to him, let alone sleep beside him.
“Get the fuck off of my bed,” I can hear my voice, thick and hard with anger, as I clench my fists together and try to count backwards from ten, “Get the fuck off or else I will drag your skinny little ass off of it.”
“Really? You’d do that…” Billie Joe cocks an eyebrow and shimmies underneath my covers, “You didn’t say anything to my first statement.”
I inhale and try to remember what I’ve always been told about hitting people. To not hit them because it is bad, wrong, what the fuck ever. It’s hard to remember that right now because I would really love to punch the shit out of this kid. Really fucking bad.
“You’re not sorry? You’re not sorry about what? Because you fucking said more than one thing out there an--”
“About everything I said. I’m not sorry about any of it,” Billie Joe stares into my eyes and I swear he can see directly into my soul, “Now, are you going to come and sleep or what?”
“I--you--I’m not sleeping with you tonight!”
I throw my hands in the air and step forward. I’m grabbing onto his arm before I even realize what I’m doing. Grabbing onto his skinny fucking wrist and pulling.
I don’t stop until he falls to the ground. He tries to stand up by using his free hand to grab onto mine which only sends us both crashing to the ground. I’m half on top of him and he’s trying to kick the fuck out of me.
“Get the hell off of me! I’ll fucking charge you! You fucking dumb piece of shit! My boyfriend will beat the fuck outta you when we get outta here!” He’s screaming this things at me. They aren’t even making sense but he keeps yelling at me. Over and over again. Shit about his boyfriend and how much he fucking hates my fucking guts.
He finishes his ranting when his voice breaks and someone bursts into our room. Two nurses and the stupid fucking shrink. Staring at us with these indescribable looks on their faces. Billie Joe’s still somewhat underneath me and he’s still kicking his short fucking legs.
The two nurses, both male because of course the fucking sexist hospital sends men to deal with the problems, lift us off of the ground and away from each other. And holy shit, Billie Joe’s eyes.
He could probably murder a small animal, maybe even a small child, with the look he’s giving me. And I don’t even know what the fuck I did.
“He pulled me off of the fucking bed! Off of the bed and onto the ground!” Billie Joe is whining to the shrink, who thankfully doesn’t seem to be buying it.
She nods and goes, “Why were you in Michael’s bed?”
“Pansy’s bed?”
Shit. He hasn’t called me pansy in a few days. And never with that much anger.
“Billie Joe, what were you doing in his bed?”
I suddenly have this whole new attitude towards her. She actually won’t take any shit from Billie Joe, and I like that.
Billie Joe doesn’t say anything in response, he just glares at her and then glares at me. He throws himself down onto his own bed and gives a dramatic sigh.
She gives him a look and then turns towards me. I’m ready to defend myself if necessary, but all she says is, “I want you both to come meet with me tomorrow. I feel like we have some issues going on in this room that will be best worked out together. If you don’t want to do that then you will each see me separately and we might have to re-evaluate whether or not you two are ready to leave.”
I just nod because it makes sense to me. Besides, I’d like to figure out what the hell is going on inside my mind when I’m around Billie Joe. I want to know why I feel this way and why I don’t want to let him go.
Billie Joe obviously doesn’t feel the same because he’s up and off of his bed and right up in her face in seconds. He doesn’t yell but the voice he speaks in could possibly be classified as something way worse than a scream.
“I’m not meeting with you two stupid fucks tomorrow. Lock me up for longer. I don’t give a fuck,” He stares into her eyes and I can see her trying her hardest not to look away. I sympathize because Jesus Christ those eyes are scary sometimes, “There is nothing going on here. I was just trying to be friendly with that jackass over there and he decided to turn it into a big fucking issue.”
I can feel myself shaking my head but I don’t say anything. He’s acting like the jackass right now and I’m not going to give in and make him feel any better about himself by throwing in my opinion on the matter. Even though I know that he wants me too. I know that he wants me to yell and say that it’s all his fault. But I’m not going to.
“While that could be the case, Billie Joe, I’m pretty sure it’s not,” Dr. Moore finishes speaking and turns to walk out the door, “I expect both of you to be in my office at one o’clock tomorrow. I look forward to speaking with the two of you.”
Once she leaves, Billie Joe sits down on the edge of my bed. I roll my eyes and think about pushing him off but then they’d come running back in here.
“You’re a fucking dumb piece of shit, fucking pansy.”
I can’t help but snort and shake my head, a smile playing across my face as I respond, “I’m the piece of shit? Because I’m pretty sure that you’re the one who just got us a joint meeting with the fucking shrink.”
“We could’ve worked this shit out on our own. It’s not like I’m even going to ever see you again after these next few days are over.”
He’s biting his fingernails and tapping his foot angrily on the ground. It’s almost as though he’s holding back on something. Not telling me something that’s going on in that pretty head of his.
“Fuck you, Billie Joe,” I shove him off the bed and watch as he stumbles to regain his footing, “And stay the fuck off of my bed.”
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Author: Logan
Pairing: young!Billie/Mike
Rating: PG-13
Previous: 12345678910111213141516171819202122
Summary: “I--you--I’m not sleeping with you tonight!”
“I’m not sorry.”
Billie Joe throws himself onto my bed and kicks his shoes off. I just stand and stare at him because he knows damn well that that is not his bed and that I am not in the mood to fucking talk to him, let alone sleep beside him.
“Get the fuck off of my bed,” I can hear my voice, thick and hard with anger, as I clench my fists together and try to count backwards from ten, “Get the fuck off or else I will drag your skinny little ass off of it.”
“Really? You’d do that…” Billie Joe cocks an eyebrow and shimmies underneath my covers, “You didn’t say anything to my first statement.”
I inhale and try to remember what I’ve always been told about hitting people. To not hit them because it is bad, wrong, what the fuck ever. It’s hard to remember that right now because I would really love to punch the shit out of this kid. Really fucking bad.
“You’re not sorry? You’re not sorry about what? Because you fucking said more than one thing out there an--”
“About everything I said. I’m not sorry about any of it,” Billie Joe stares into my eyes and I swear he can see directly into my soul, “Now, are you going to come and sleep or what?”
“I--you--I’m not sleeping with you tonight!”
I throw my hands in the air and step forward. I’m grabbing onto his arm before I even realize what I’m doing. Grabbing onto his skinny fucking wrist and pulling.
I don’t stop until he falls to the ground. He tries to stand up by using his free hand to grab onto mine which only sends us both crashing to the ground. I’m half on top of him and he’s trying to kick the fuck out of me.
“Get the hell off of me! I’ll fucking charge you! You fucking dumb piece of shit! My boyfriend will beat the fuck outta you when we get outta here!” He’s screaming this things at me. They aren’t even making sense but he keeps yelling at me. Over and over again. Shit about his boyfriend and how much he fucking hates my fucking guts.
He finishes his ranting when his voice breaks and someone bursts into our room. Two nurses and the stupid fucking shrink. Staring at us with these indescribable looks on their faces. Billie Joe’s still somewhat underneath me and he’s still kicking his short fucking legs.
The two nurses, both male because of course the fucking sexist hospital sends men to deal with the problems, lift us off of the ground and away from each other. And holy shit, Billie Joe’s eyes.
He could probably murder a small animal, maybe even a small child, with the look he’s giving me. And I don’t even know what the fuck I did.
“He pulled me off of the fucking bed! Off of the bed and onto the ground!” Billie Joe is whining to the shrink, who thankfully doesn’t seem to be buying it.
She nods and goes, “Why were you in Michael’s bed?”
“Pansy’s bed?”
Shit. He hasn’t called me pansy in a few days. And never with that much anger.
“Billie Joe, what were you doing in his bed?”
I suddenly have this whole new attitude towards her. She actually won’t take any shit from Billie Joe, and I like that.
Billie Joe doesn’t say anything in response, he just glares at her and then glares at me. He throws himself down onto his own bed and gives a dramatic sigh.
She gives him a look and then turns towards me. I’m ready to defend myself if necessary, but all she says is, “I want you both to come meet with me tomorrow. I feel like we have some issues going on in this room that will be best worked out together. If you don’t want to do that then you will each see me separately and we might have to re-evaluate whether or not you two are ready to leave.”
I just nod because it makes sense to me. Besides, I’d like to figure out what the hell is going on inside my mind when I’m around Billie Joe. I want to know why I feel this way and why I don’t want to let him go.
Billie Joe obviously doesn’t feel the same because he’s up and off of his bed and right up in her face in seconds. He doesn’t yell but the voice he speaks in could possibly be classified as something way worse than a scream.
“I’m not meeting with you two stupid fucks tomorrow. Lock me up for longer. I don’t give a fuck,” He stares into her eyes and I can see her trying her hardest not to look away. I sympathize because Jesus Christ those eyes are scary sometimes, “There is nothing going on here. I was just trying to be friendly with that jackass over there and he decided to turn it into a big fucking issue.”
I can feel myself shaking my head but I don’t say anything. He’s acting like the jackass right now and I’m not going to give in and make him feel any better about himself by throwing in my opinion on the matter. Even though I know that he wants me too. I know that he wants me to yell and say that it’s all his fault. But I’m not going to.
“While that could be the case, Billie Joe, I’m pretty sure it’s not,” Dr. Moore finishes speaking and turns to walk out the door, “I expect both of you to be in my office at one o’clock tomorrow. I look forward to speaking with the two of you.”
Once she leaves, Billie Joe sits down on the edge of my bed. I roll my eyes and think about pushing him off but then they’d come running back in here.
“You’re a fucking dumb piece of shit, fucking pansy.”
I can’t help but snort and shake my head, a smile playing across my face as I respond, “I’m the piece of shit? Because I’m pretty sure that you’re the one who just got us a joint meeting with the fucking shrink.”
“We could’ve worked this shit out on our own. It’s not like I’m even going to ever see you again after these next few days are over.”
He’s biting his fingernails and tapping his foot angrily on the ground. It’s almost as though he’s holding back on something. Not telling me something that’s going on in that pretty head of his.
“Fuck you, Billie Joe,” I shove him off the bed and watch as he stumbles to regain his footing, “And stay the fuck off of my bed.”
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