Twelve Months Of Romance
Title: Twelve Months Of Romance, Part Two.
Author: Seven... well, Me.
Rating: PG-13. Possibly R...
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike, Implied!Billie Joe/Adie
Disclaimer: Not real, don't sue. Fan Fiction.
Summary: Uh-oh... a certain date proves to be trouble.
Notes: This one is gimassive! Sorry, it took so long, I was sick for a few days. I'm going to write a fic in between this and Part 3, just so you all know...
January.
February
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Wishing and wanting to see you,
I step on thin ice.
~Madoka Mayuzumi
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Billie Joe and Mike had managed to keep their relationship private and hidden from prying eyes for over a month. Valentine’s Day was the next day and Billie Joe was at a complex as to what he should do. He finished off his cup of coffee before rinsing out the mug and leaving for a day at the studio with Mike and Tré. He quietly slipped out the door before Adrienne woke up and came downstairs, which would most likely hold him up.
Upon arriving at the studio, Billie Joe saw a very frustrated Mike standing outside the door, kicking at it every so often. He quickly turned off the vehicle and pulled himself out of the driver’s seat. Without shutting the door, he walked briskly towards his lover, hands shoved in his pockets. Upon nearing the angry bassist, he could hear the forced curses that were being uttered. He silently slipped his arms around the lanky form, jolting Mike from his haze.
“Hey you. Why ya’ swearin’ at our studio door?”
Mike sighed and leaned back against his best friend, “Can’t get in today. And Tré wants to be with Frankito so it’s just the two of us. We aren’t gonna’ get anything done at this rate.”
“Oh? Just the two of us? I think we can accomplish something.” Billie Joe murmured suggestively.
Mike pulled out of Billie Joe’s grasp, “Not today.”
Billie Joe reached forward, “What’s got yer goat, Mikey?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit. Okay? I’m just pissed and I needed to play my fucking bass to get over it.”
“Why the hell are you pissed?”
“It’s not your problem.” Mike spat, taking long strides to his vehicle and leaving. Billie Joe ran and jumped back in, turning the key and taking off after Mike. They ran through a few red lights and sped down the city streets at a dangerous rate. Finally, Mike pulled into his driveway and got out. He made his way through the front door and locked it just before Billie Joe could reach him.
And there they stood, one on the inside of the window and one on the outside. They both had solid frowns etched onto their faces, but for different reasons. Billie Joe slowly placed his palm on the glass separating them and looked upwards, the sky starting to release a small drizzle on him. Mike placed his hand against the glass across from his best friend’s. He didn’t open the door but they could still feel each other’s skin on their hands. It was a silent apology and understanding that Mike wasn’t ready to admit his emotions and submit to the front man.
Billie Joe slowly backed away from the door and turned to go home or at least to a bar. Mike watched him, palm still flat against the window, leave. He turned back into his house and went to the phone. He dialed a number he knew all too well, Tré’s.
“Your Dominated Love Slave speaking.”
“Hello Tré.” Mike replied solemnly.
“What’s up man? You sound down.”
“Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and B- my girlfriend wants to spend it with somebody else.”
“Another guy?”
“No, a girl. Someone very close to hi-her.”
“So you’ll be alone?”
“Yeah, and I’m pissed. H- She asked me what was botherin’ me and I told hi-her it was nothin’. But it’s somethin’.”
“I’d say let it go, man. You could lose her because of this little thing… ya’ know?”
“I suppose but-“
“Just have a beer or two and some pizza. Pretend it’s still the 13th, man.”
“Thanks, Tré.”
“Yeah, anytime, Mikey.”
“Uhm… bye.”
“Toodles!”
Mike hung up the phone and sighed. A few beers and a pizza wouldn’t fix anything relationship related. He sat on the couch and watched TV until he fell asleep late that night.
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“What the fuck, Billie Joe?”
“I’m… I’m sorry, Adie.”
“Billie Joe! It’s Valentine’s Day! You can’t do this!”
“I have to. You have gotta’ understand!”
“This is unforgivable, Billie Joe Armstrong.”
“I’m sorry, Adrienne.” Billie Joe whispered before slipping out the door and getting in his car. He turned the ignition and pulled out onto the street, driving just a few blocks down.
Upon arriving at his destination, his favorite spot, he got out and went up to the wooden door. He turned the knob to find it opened easily, unlocked. He cautiously entered, quietly closing the door behind him. He couldn’t hear a sound, implying that the building was empty and lone. He wandered up the stairs and down the second story hallway on tiptoes, just in case. He followed through to the room at the very end of the hallway, a room that all his favorite memories were stored in.
He opened the door easily, not creating a sound to echo through the emptiness. Looking in the room, his eyes landed on the lone queen size bed, sheets rumpled by a body that was all too familiar. He walked up to the sleeping figure and gently laid on the bed next to it, stroking the cheek of his beloved, Michael.
Mike emitted a soft groan from his throat and turned over towards Billie Joe, not awaking from his slumber. The front man leaned over and grazed his lips across the sleeping man’s lips.
“Mike.”
Mike stirred softly, “Huh? Billie Joe?”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Michael.”
A lazy grin spread across the bassist’s face, “Happy Valentine’s Day.” He mumbled through a sleepy haze.
“I love you.” Billie Joe whispered, kissing the younger man’s temple.
“Mmm. I love you, too.”
“You’re so beautiful when you’re sleeping.”
“Hmm. What about… Adrienne…?”
A frown crossed Billie Joe’s lips, “What about her?” He asked, his voice cold and edgy.
“How’d you get past her? She can’t be too happy.”
“She doesn’t matter today. Let’s not,” Billie Joe licked his lips, “Let’s not let her get in the way of our first Valentine’s Day.”
“Alright.” Mike murmured quietly, still quite tired.
“Wanna’… take a bath to wake up? I’ll run it for ya’… if you’re interested.”
“Sure.”
Billie Joe got up and went into the master bath. He checked the temperature and let the tub fill up, collecting the biggest fluffiest towel he could find and laying it out. Once the tub had filled completely, he undressed and climbed into it, the large whirlpool being big enough for a small army.
“Mike! You’re bath is ready!”
“Hmph.” Mike groaned from the adjoining room. He slowly got up and rubbed his tired eyes before undressing. His lazily sauntered into the bathroom where he grinned, finding a smirking Billie Joe sitting in his bathtub.
“You’re so strange.” Mike joked, sliding into the soothing water next to his favorite person.
“I’m not strange! I’m unique!” Billie Joe protested, jabbing his thumb at his chest.
“Whatever.” Mike sighed, sliding down farther into the water.
Billie Joe slid his hand onto his bassist’s leg and let his thumb make lazy circles on Mike’s thigh. Mike giggled slightly and leaned over to kiss his best friend’s shoulder. Billie Joe pulled his arm up around Mike’s shoulders and held him close to his chest. Mike could hear the singer’s heart thumping slowly. He slid his hand up Billie Joe’s thigh higher and higher; listening to the heart beat increase rapidly.
Mike pulled his hand away and relaxed into the smaller man’s body. They stayed there until the once warm water was cold. Billie Joe stirred and Mike sat up, raising his eyebrow.
“It’s too fucking cold.”
“Too fucking cold, indeed.” Mike answered, standing up and following Billie Joe out onto the cold, tile floor.
“Fuck tile floors.” Billie Joe murmured, wrapping his bassist in the large towel he had collected earlier. Mike gratefully allowed himself to be wrapped up and held close by the man he loved.
“Bill, aren’t ya’ cold? Get in ‘ere you.” Mike grunted, opening up the towel and closing it around his friend. Billie Joe sighed in content and nestled his nose into the crook of Mike’s neck.
From the floor, a silent buzzing sound filled the room. Billie Joe looked down and groaned, pulling away from Mike and reaching for his pants.
He pulled out his phone, putting it on speakerphone, “Hey?”
“I want to talk to Mike.” It was Adrienne.
“Why?”
“I think you’re with another girl. Not Mike.”
“I’m with Mike. Here, talk to him.”
Billie Joe handed the phone to Mike, who was standing there wide-eyed.
“Mike?”
“Y-yeah? Hi, Adie.”
“Oh Mike, I’m glad you’re there. I thought he was cheating on me.”
“He would never be with another girl. Trust me.” Mike replied, chewing on his bottom lip.
“I know. It’s just… It’s Valentine’s Day, Mike.”
“I know. I feel awful that he’s here with me. He wouldn’t hear any of it though.”
“Sometimes I hate him, Mike.” Adrienne admitted.
“D-Don’t say that. You don’t mean that.”
“But I do, Mike.”
“Billie Joe wants to talk to you again, should I hand you over?”
She sighed, “Yeah. Bye, Mike.”
“Bye.” Mike answered, a coppery taste painting his tongue.
Billie Joe took the phone, tears forming a film over his eyes, “Hey Baby.”
“Hey, I’m sorry… just stay with Mike tonight or whatever.”
“I’ll be home by two or three. I promise.”
“Sure. Goodbye.” Adrienne snapped, and hung up.
Billie Joe looked at Mike, “I-I’m sorry, Mikey. I-I’m not ready for divorce or separation or shit.”
“Yeah. I know. I’m okay with being second best.”
“You’re not second best, but I have to fake you are.”
“I get it.” Mike answered, drying off and handing his towel to Billie Joe. He wandered to his closet and pulled out jeans and a black t-shirt.
Billie Joe hopped out into his room, one foot in his pants, one foot out, and his shirt hanging over his shoulder. Mike walked out and grinned, watching Billie Joe topple over and hit the ground, uttering a small, “Oomph.”
Mike laughed and pulled on his socks, not once losing his balance. He leaned over to grab his shoes when Billie Joe grabbed his left ankle and pulled it out from under him.
“Ow! Bastard!” Mike chuckled, smacking Billie Joe’s reaching hand playfully.
Billie Joe grinned his signature crooked smile and got up, slowly trying to get his pants on again, and successfully clothed himself without falling over.
He looked down and the ground and licked his lips, “I’ve gotta’ go, sorry she interrupted-”
“It’s okay. I’m just glad I got to see you today.” Mike interrupted.
Billie Joe smiled, “I’m glad you’re okay… I had to walk on thin ice to get myself here.”
“I know. Thanks.”
“Anytime.” Billie Joe whispered, ghosting his lips over Mike’s and leaving.
Mike lightly placed his hand where Billie Joe’s lips had been a few moments ago. He turned around and looked at the door mumbling, “Stupid bastard didn’t even get me a present.” He chuckled, “Not that I got him one.”
He slowly walked down the hall and into his dining room, a tear sliding down his cheek when he saw a bouquet of three dozen red and white roses sitting in a crystal vase on his table. He walked over to them and let the fragrance overtake him.
Gently, he picked up the little card and read it.
Even when these die,
Our love never will.
Billie Joe xoxo
“I love that fucking bastard.” Mike whispered, setting the card down and going to grab a beer.
Rifinito.
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This was quite long, no? Look for Part Three... maybe next week? I got inspiration for two othe rfics and I want to write at least one of them before continuing this. Comments are the sex. <3
Author: Seven... well, Me.
Rating: PG-13. Possibly R...
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike, Implied!Billie Joe/Adie
Disclaimer: Not real, don't sue. Fan Fiction.
Summary: Uh-oh... a certain date proves to be trouble.
Notes: This one is gimassive! Sorry, it took so long, I was sick for a few days. I'm going to write a fic in between this and Part 3, just so you all know...
January.
February
----
Wishing and wanting to see you,
I step on thin ice.
~Madoka Mayuzumi
----
Billie Joe and Mike had managed to keep their relationship private and hidden from prying eyes for over a month. Valentine’s Day was the next day and Billie Joe was at a complex as to what he should do. He finished off his cup of coffee before rinsing out the mug and leaving for a day at the studio with Mike and Tré. He quietly slipped out the door before Adrienne woke up and came downstairs, which would most likely hold him up.
Upon arriving at the studio, Billie Joe saw a very frustrated Mike standing outside the door, kicking at it every so often. He quickly turned off the vehicle and pulled himself out of the driver’s seat. Without shutting the door, he walked briskly towards his lover, hands shoved in his pockets. Upon nearing the angry bassist, he could hear the forced curses that were being uttered. He silently slipped his arms around the lanky form, jolting Mike from his haze.
“Hey you. Why ya’ swearin’ at our studio door?”
Mike sighed and leaned back against his best friend, “Can’t get in today. And Tré wants to be with Frankito so it’s just the two of us. We aren’t gonna’ get anything done at this rate.”
“Oh? Just the two of us? I think we can accomplish something.” Billie Joe murmured suggestively.
Mike pulled out of Billie Joe’s grasp, “Not today.”
Billie Joe reached forward, “What’s got yer goat, Mikey?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit. Okay? I’m just pissed and I needed to play my fucking bass to get over it.”
“Why the hell are you pissed?”
“It’s not your problem.” Mike spat, taking long strides to his vehicle and leaving. Billie Joe ran and jumped back in, turning the key and taking off after Mike. They ran through a few red lights and sped down the city streets at a dangerous rate. Finally, Mike pulled into his driveway and got out. He made his way through the front door and locked it just before Billie Joe could reach him.
And there they stood, one on the inside of the window and one on the outside. They both had solid frowns etched onto their faces, but for different reasons. Billie Joe slowly placed his palm on the glass separating them and looked upwards, the sky starting to release a small drizzle on him. Mike placed his hand against the glass across from his best friend’s. He didn’t open the door but they could still feel each other’s skin on their hands. It was a silent apology and understanding that Mike wasn’t ready to admit his emotions and submit to the front man.
Billie Joe slowly backed away from the door and turned to go home or at least to a bar. Mike watched him, palm still flat against the window, leave. He turned back into his house and went to the phone. He dialed a number he knew all too well, Tré’s.
“Your Dominated Love Slave speaking.”
“Hello Tré.” Mike replied solemnly.
“What’s up man? You sound down.”
“Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and B- my girlfriend wants to spend it with somebody else.”
“Another guy?”
“No, a girl. Someone very close to hi-her.”
“So you’ll be alone?”
“Yeah, and I’m pissed. H- She asked me what was botherin’ me and I told hi-her it was nothin’. But it’s somethin’.”
“I’d say let it go, man. You could lose her because of this little thing… ya’ know?”
“I suppose but-“
“Just have a beer or two and some pizza. Pretend it’s still the 13th, man.”
“Thanks, Tré.”
“Yeah, anytime, Mikey.”
“Uhm… bye.”
“Toodles!”
Mike hung up the phone and sighed. A few beers and a pizza wouldn’t fix anything relationship related. He sat on the couch and watched TV until he fell asleep late that night.
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“What the fuck, Billie Joe?”
“I’m… I’m sorry, Adie.”
“Billie Joe! It’s Valentine’s Day! You can’t do this!”
“I have to. You have gotta’ understand!”
“This is unforgivable, Billie Joe Armstrong.”
“I’m sorry, Adrienne.” Billie Joe whispered before slipping out the door and getting in his car. He turned the ignition and pulled out onto the street, driving just a few blocks down.
Upon arriving at his destination, his favorite spot, he got out and went up to the wooden door. He turned the knob to find it opened easily, unlocked. He cautiously entered, quietly closing the door behind him. He couldn’t hear a sound, implying that the building was empty and lone. He wandered up the stairs and down the second story hallway on tiptoes, just in case. He followed through to the room at the very end of the hallway, a room that all his favorite memories were stored in.
He opened the door easily, not creating a sound to echo through the emptiness. Looking in the room, his eyes landed on the lone queen size bed, sheets rumpled by a body that was all too familiar. He walked up to the sleeping figure and gently laid on the bed next to it, stroking the cheek of his beloved, Michael.
Mike emitted a soft groan from his throat and turned over towards Billie Joe, not awaking from his slumber. The front man leaned over and grazed his lips across the sleeping man’s lips.
“Mike.”
Mike stirred softly, “Huh? Billie Joe?”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Michael.”
A lazy grin spread across the bassist’s face, “Happy Valentine’s Day.” He mumbled through a sleepy haze.
“I love you.” Billie Joe whispered, kissing the younger man’s temple.
“Mmm. I love you, too.”
“You’re so beautiful when you’re sleeping.”
“Hmm. What about… Adrienne…?”
A frown crossed Billie Joe’s lips, “What about her?” He asked, his voice cold and edgy.
“How’d you get past her? She can’t be too happy.”
“She doesn’t matter today. Let’s not,” Billie Joe licked his lips, “Let’s not let her get in the way of our first Valentine’s Day.”
“Alright.” Mike murmured quietly, still quite tired.
“Wanna’… take a bath to wake up? I’ll run it for ya’… if you’re interested.”
“Sure.”
Billie Joe got up and went into the master bath. He checked the temperature and let the tub fill up, collecting the biggest fluffiest towel he could find and laying it out. Once the tub had filled completely, he undressed and climbed into it, the large whirlpool being big enough for a small army.
“Mike! You’re bath is ready!”
“Hmph.” Mike groaned from the adjoining room. He slowly got up and rubbed his tired eyes before undressing. His lazily sauntered into the bathroom where he grinned, finding a smirking Billie Joe sitting in his bathtub.
“You’re so strange.” Mike joked, sliding into the soothing water next to his favorite person.
“I’m not strange! I’m unique!” Billie Joe protested, jabbing his thumb at his chest.
“Whatever.” Mike sighed, sliding down farther into the water.
Billie Joe slid his hand onto his bassist’s leg and let his thumb make lazy circles on Mike’s thigh. Mike giggled slightly and leaned over to kiss his best friend’s shoulder. Billie Joe pulled his arm up around Mike’s shoulders and held him close to his chest. Mike could hear the singer’s heart thumping slowly. He slid his hand up Billie Joe’s thigh higher and higher; listening to the heart beat increase rapidly.
Mike pulled his hand away and relaxed into the smaller man’s body. They stayed there until the once warm water was cold. Billie Joe stirred and Mike sat up, raising his eyebrow.
“It’s too fucking cold.”
“Too fucking cold, indeed.” Mike answered, standing up and following Billie Joe out onto the cold, tile floor.
“Fuck tile floors.” Billie Joe murmured, wrapping his bassist in the large towel he had collected earlier. Mike gratefully allowed himself to be wrapped up and held close by the man he loved.
“Bill, aren’t ya’ cold? Get in ‘ere you.” Mike grunted, opening up the towel and closing it around his friend. Billie Joe sighed in content and nestled his nose into the crook of Mike’s neck.
From the floor, a silent buzzing sound filled the room. Billie Joe looked down and groaned, pulling away from Mike and reaching for his pants.
He pulled out his phone, putting it on speakerphone, “Hey?”
“I want to talk to Mike.” It was Adrienne.
“Why?”
“I think you’re with another girl. Not Mike.”
“I’m with Mike. Here, talk to him.”
Billie Joe handed the phone to Mike, who was standing there wide-eyed.
“Mike?”
“Y-yeah? Hi, Adie.”
“Oh Mike, I’m glad you’re there. I thought he was cheating on me.”
“He would never be with another girl. Trust me.” Mike replied, chewing on his bottom lip.
“I know. It’s just… It’s Valentine’s Day, Mike.”
“I know. I feel awful that he’s here with me. He wouldn’t hear any of it though.”
“Sometimes I hate him, Mike.” Adrienne admitted.
“D-Don’t say that. You don’t mean that.”
“But I do, Mike.”
“Billie Joe wants to talk to you again, should I hand you over?”
She sighed, “Yeah. Bye, Mike.”
“Bye.” Mike answered, a coppery taste painting his tongue.
Billie Joe took the phone, tears forming a film over his eyes, “Hey Baby.”
“Hey, I’m sorry… just stay with Mike tonight or whatever.”
“I’ll be home by two or three. I promise.”
“Sure. Goodbye.” Adrienne snapped, and hung up.
Billie Joe looked at Mike, “I-I’m sorry, Mikey. I-I’m not ready for divorce or separation or shit.”
“Yeah. I know. I’m okay with being second best.”
“You’re not second best, but I have to fake you are.”
“I get it.” Mike answered, drying off and handing his towel to Billie Joe. He wandered to his closet and pulled out jeans and a black t-shirt.
Billie Joe hopped out into his room, one foot in his pants, one foot out, and his shirt hanging over his shoulder. Mike walked out and grinned, watching Billie Joe topple over and hit the ground, uttering a small, “Oomph.”
Mike laughed and pulled on his socks, not once losing his balance. He leaned over to grab his shoes when Billie Joe grabbed his left ankle and pulled it out from under him.
“Ow! Bastard!” Mike chuckled, smacking Billie Joe’s reaching hand playfully.
Billie Joe grinned his signature crooked smile and got up, slowly trying to get his pants on again, and successfully clothed himself without falling over.
He looked down and the ground and licked his lips, “I’ve gotta’ go, sorry she interrupted-”
“It’s okay. I’m just glad I got to see you today.” Mike interrupted.
Billie Joe smiled, “I’m glad you’re okay… I had to walk on thin ice to get myself here.”
“I know. Thanks.”
“Anytime.” Billie Joe whispered, ghosting his lips over Mike’s and leaving.
Mike lightly placed his hand where Billie Joe’s lips had been a few moments ago. He turned around and looked at the door mumbling, “Stupid bastard didn’t even get me a present.” He chuckled, “Not that I got him one.”
He slowly walked down the hall and into his dining room, a tear sliding down his cheek when he saw a bouquet of three dozen red and white roses sitting in a crystal vase on his table. He walked over to them and let the fragrance overtake him.
Gently, he picked up the little card and read it.
Even when these die,
Our love never will.
Billie Joe xoxo
“I love that fucking bastard.” Mike whispered, setting the card down and going to grab a beer.
Rifinito.
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This was quite long, no? Look for Part Three... maybe next week? I got inspiration for two othe rfics and I want to write at least one of them before continuing this. Comments are the sex. <3