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Title: Mikey, Come Back.
Author: Me! (Waiting_25)
Pairing: Billie/Mike [OTP]
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not, will not, could not and shall not own Green Day. This has no sex [damn it]. Please comment. Thankyou. =)
Billie lies on the bed, his head tucked against his knees, arms firmly keeping him in that position.
It shouldn't be this hard. It shouldn't be.
It's only Mike, he tells himself over and over, It's just Mike, get over it, he'll be back some day, you'll see him again, he's not that far away...
The first day had been hard. He'd walked to school by himself. He'd sat in Science and English by himself. Sure, there was Jason and Eric and Lewis and Mark and a few other kids, but...Billie's intense friendship with Mike had caused them to sort of push away from the rest.
No-one to talk to. No-one to jam with. No-one to eat with, no-one to laugh with or drink with or watch TV with or talk about tits with.
No-one. Full stop.
"It shouldn't be this hard," He whispers now, tears welling in his eyes yet again, "It shouldn't be this difficult damn it. It's only been a week. I'm fucking sixteen, why can't I deal with this?"
And then he hears footsteps, and the door opening.
"Billie? Honey, are you okay?"
His mom sits at the foot of his bed. Billie murmurs a reply that no-one would understand and sighs. At first, he would answer that question with "yeah, I'm fine", but now there's no point. His mom knows he isn't, so why pretend?
"Oh honey. Will you come downstairs? I'll make you some breakfast.."
"I don't want anything," He mumbles in response.
"Come on Billie-"
"I said I don't want anything mom, please." Billie sniffs.
His mom sighs and gets off the bed. He hears her footsteps back down the stairs, and then returning. The door opens and a weight is on the bed again.
"Mom, I'm not hungry, okay?" Billie says. "I don't want anything."
"Not anything?"
Billie's head snaps up, causing temporary dizziness, until he finally focuses on...Mike.
Mike. MIKE?! MIKE! Oh my God, MIKE!!!
"Mike! What are you doing here?!" Billie shrieks, throwing his arms around his best friend.
"My mom was fed up of me mopin' around," Mike says, "So she said I could stay with ya. And your mom agreed. Sooo...sorry to break it to ya, but I'm back."
Billie yelped and jumped on Mike, kissing his cheek. "I love you man. You're the best friend ever. Don't leave me again, okay? Promise?"
"I promise man," Mike laughs, "But only if we can eat, I'm fucking starving..."
Yeah, well. That's what Sundays to ya. =)
Author: Me! (Waiting_25)
Pairing: Billie/Mike [OTP]
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not, will not, could not and shall not own Green Day. This has no sex [damn it]. Please comment. Thankyou. =)
Billie lies on the bed, his head tucked against his knees, arms firmly keeping him in that position.
It shouldn't be this hard. It shouldn't be.
It's only Mike, he tells himself over and over, It's just Mike, get over it, he'll be back some day, you'll see him again, he's not that far away...
The first day had been hard. He'd walked to school by himself. He'd sat in Science and English by himself. Sure, there was Jason and Eric and Lewis and Mark and a few other kids, but...Billie's intense friendship with Mike had caused them to sort of push away from the rest.
No-one to talk to. No-one to jam with. No-one to eat with, no-one to laugh with or drink with or watch TV with or talk about tits with.
No-one. Full stop.
"It shouldn't be this hard," He whispers now, tears welling in his eyes yet again, "It shouldn't be this difficult damn it. It's only been a week. I'm fucking sixteen, why can't I deal with this?"
And then he hears footsteps, and the door opening.
"Billie? Honey, are you okay?"
His mom sits at the foot of his bed. Billie murmurs a reply that no-one would understand and sighs. At first, he would answer that question with "yeah, I'm fine", but now there's no point. His mom knows he isn't, so why pretend?
"Oh honey. Will you come downstairs? I'll make you some breakfast.."
"I don't want anything," He mumbles in response.
"Come on Billie-"
"I said I don't want anything mom, please." Billie sniffs.
His mom sighs and gets off the bed. He hears her footsteps back down the stairs, and then returning. The door opens and a weight is on the bed again.
"Mom, I'm not hungry, okay?" Billie says. "I don't want anything."
"Not anything?"
Billie's head snaps up, causing temporary dizziness, until he finally focuses on...Mike.
Mike. MIKE?! MIKE! Oh my God, MIKE!!!
"Mike! What are you doing here?!" Billie shrieks, throwing his arms around his best friend.
"My mom was fed up of me mopin' around," Mike says, "So she said I could stay with ya. And your mom agreed. Sooo...sorry to break it to ya, but I'm back."
Billie yelped and jumped on Mike, kissing his cheek. "I love you man. You're the best friend ever. Don't leave me again, okay? Promise?"
"I promise man," Mike laughs, "But only if we can eat, I'm fucking starving..."
Yeah, well. That's what Sundays to ya. =)