Don't Fear Fink
Don't Fear Fink
Part Two
Billie Joe was moaning in his sleep, his eyes twitching at the corners, his eyebrows furrowed. His nails dug into Mikey's hand, causing the bassist to awaken from his short lived slumber. His expression was one of confusion as he shook his friend's shoulder lightly. Billie Joe moaned again, curling his fingers tighter around Mike's. Mikey bit his lip and ran his long, bony fingers through his friends hair.
"Beej, you okay in there bud?" He shook his friend a bit harder. Billie's eyes snapped open wide then, glassy orbs with fully exposed green irises. His mouth opened, as if he were trying to catch his breath. He yelped and clutched onto Mike's shoulders, burrowing his head in his friend's chest, and shuddering. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and trickled down the base of his neck. Something was wrong with Billie Joe. Very wrong.
Mikey rubbed soothing circles into his band-mate's back, trying to calm him down. Billie hadn't been himself these past few days, the bassist thought. Maybe he should have been paying closer attention, because now it seemed like he was having a panic attack. Billie breathed in the scent that was Mike, trying to focus on that and only that. Maybe that way I can shut out these feelings, the frontman thought. He needed some sort of distraction, and badly too. Mike pulled Billie Joe back by his shoulders to look into his frightened, jade eyes.
"Whats going on babes?" He asked the frightened boy before him. Said boy's eyes were puffy, red, glassy, and unfocused, as if he were still staring off into the nightmare he had just been saved from. Mike sighed and pressed his lips softly to his friend's forehead, licking the salty sweat from his thin, dry lips. Billie Joe stared up at him, arms wrapped around the bassist's neck, his legs resting part way on his lap. The frightened boy brought his lips to his friend's and kissed him, full lips slightly trembling. His hands were clasped together tightly around his something more's neck and he used them to lean further in, letting his tears fall onto Mikey's cheek as he kissed him.
Mike knew something was fucked up then. Billie was always the quiet one in their relationsh-...their whatever this was. He would never admit to wanting to spend any alone time with Mike, and he would never initiate their kisses. Their sex sure, that was a different story, that was masculine enough for Billie to be okay with starting off. If there was one thing Billie Joe was good at besides music...it was fucking. Mike kissed back, suprised at how desperate the smaller boy's lips seemed to be against his. The blonde boy's tongue pleaded for entrance, almost forcing itself through Mike's lips.
And though the taller boy hated to seperate their mouths, he pulled back, holding his friend's pale, cold face in his warm, calloussed hands. He stared into those beautifully crafted, meadow coloured orbs again as he took a deep breath. He closed his eyes a moment and then opened them once more, as he searched the blonde boy's face for something...he didn't know exactly what. But there had to be something chewing at Billie Joe's nerves. He rubbed his thumb softly over the boy's temple as he bit his lip, thinking hard for some comforting words.
"Tell me. What's eatin' ya hon?" he asked nervously, hoping the smaller boy wouldn't lash out at him. Billie Joe shrugged a little, looking down at his lap. Big, wet tears slid off his face, leaving glistening tracks on his pale cheeks. The door opened a crack, and Tre's head poked in. He glanced at his friend, crying his eyes out and looked extremely confused. Beej never cried. He was a sarcastic hardass, no time for tears or...any emotion for that matter. Something had to be seriously wrong.
"I...I keep just havin' these awful fuckin'...these fuckin' nightmares Mikey. An'...and I can't s-sleep. Or th-think...And I'm just s-scared f-f-fuckin' shitless..." Billie Joe finally replied, his voice wavering. "I t-tried eatin' today but...I just keep feelin' like someones watchin' me...yknow? Like somebodys really just...just starin' at me. An' it's like they know I can feel 'em just lookin' me over and..." Billie paused and looked at Mike desperately. "It's like they're watchin' me like they're waitin' for me to die or some shit like that." he concluded, staring into his friend's eyes, searching for something that told him his thoughts made sense. Because he sure as hell didn't understand them. By now Tre had inched himself into the room and quietly closed the door behind him. The drummer muttered a cuss under his breath as he stepped in the same crusty something his band-leader had less than an hour ago.
Billie Joe's head snapped up when he heard a mumbled 'fuck'. He jerked his tearstained face in Tre's direction, half expecting the hyperactive drummer to be a monster, a killer, or the something/ someone who wouldn't let the poor teenager live in peace. He let out a sigh of relief upon realizing it was just his clumsy, most likely stoned friend. Tre smiled nervously and made his way through the disgusting obstacle course of his best friend's room. He sat indian style next to his friend, placing a hand on his neck and rubbing, hoping that would somehow ease the singer's tension. Not a moment after Billie Joe smiled weakly at the attempt of consolation...there was a noise.
The front door slammed open. And the frontman felt his dread becoming unbearable. He heard the footsteps clicking in the hall, sweat poured down his face, dripping off his lips which were set in a silent scream, staring at Tre and digging his nails into Mike. Those were definitely not his mother's footsteps. The boys heard the footsteps pause outside Billie Joe's door. The trio was still, wide eyes, not daring to breathe. Mike held Billie close as Tre's hand gripped tightly onto Billie's. Billie knew it then. Knew that his someone/ something was finally coming out of the shadows.
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Part Two
Billie Joe was moaning in his sleep, his eyes twitching at the corners, his eyebrows furrowed. His nails dug into Mikey's hand, causing the bassist to awaken from his short lived slumber. His expression was one of confusion as he shook his friend's shoulder lightly. Billie Joe moaned again, curling his fingers tighter around Mike's. Mikey bit his lip and ran his long, bony fingers through his friends hair.
"Beej, you okay in there bud?" He shook his friend a bit harder. Billie's eyes snapped open wide then, glassy orbs with fully exposed green irises. His mouth opened, as if he were trying to catch his breath. He yelped and clutched onto Mike's shoulders, burrowing his head in his friend's chest, and shuddering. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and trickled down the base of his neck. Something was wrong with Billie Joe. Very wrong.
Mikey rubbed soothing circles into his band-mate's back, trying to calm him down. Billie hadn't been himself these past few days, the bassist thought. Maybe he should have been paying closer attention, because now it seemed like he was having a panic attack. Billie breathed in the scent that was Mike, trying to focus on that and only that. Maybe that way I can shut out these feelings, the frontman thought. He needed some sort of distraction, and badly too. Mike pulled Billie Joe back by his shoulders to look into his frightened, jade eyes.
"Whats going on babes?" He asked the frightened boy before him. Said boy's eyes were puffy, red, glassy, and unfocused, as if he were still staring off into the nightmare he had just been saved from. Mike sighed and pressed his lips softly to his friend's forehead, licking the salty sweat from his thin, dry lips. Billie Joe stared up at him, arms wrapped around the bassist's neck, his legs resting part way on his lap. The frightened boy brought his lips to his friend's and kissed him, full lips slightly trembling. His hands were clasped together tightly around his something more's neck and he used them to lean further in, letting his tears fall onto Mikey's cheek as he kissed him.
Mike knew something was fucked up then. Billie was always the quiet one in their relationsh-...their whatever this was. He would never admit to wanting to spend any alone time with Mike, and he would never initiate their kisses. Their sex sure, that was a different story, that was masculine enough for Billie to be okay with starting off. If there was one thing Billie Joe was good at besides music...it was fucking. Mike kissed back, suprised at how desperate the smaller boy's lips seemed to be against his. The blonde boy's tongue pleaded for entrance, almost forcing itself through Mike's lips.
And though the taller boy hated to seperate their mouths, he pulled back, holding his friend's pale, cold face in his warm, calloussed hands. He stared into those beautifully crafted, meadow coloured orbs again as he took a deep breath. He closed his eyes a moment and then opened them once more, as he searched the blonde boy's face for something...he didn't know exactly what. But there had to be something chewing at Billie Joe's nerves. He rubbed his thumb softly over the boy's temple as he bit his lip, thinking hard for some comforting words.
"Tell me. What's eatin' ya hon?" he asked nervously, hoping the smaller boy wouldn't lash out at him. Billie Joe shrugged a little, looking down at his lap. Big, wet tears slid off his face, leaving glistening tracks on his pale cheeks. The door opened a crack, and Tre's head poked in. He glanced at his friend, crying his eyes out and looked extremely confused. Beej never cried. He was a sarcastic hardass, no time for tears or...any emotion for that matter. Something had to be seriously wrong.
"I...I keep just havin' these awful fuckin'...these fuckin' nightmares Mikey. An'...and I can't s-sleep. Or th-think...And I'm just s-scared f-f-fuckin' shitless..." Billie Joe finally replied, his voice wavering. "I t-tried eatin' today but...I just keep feelin' like someones watchin' me...yknow? Like somebodys really just...just starin' at me. An' it's like they know I can feel 'em just lookin' me over and..." Billie paused and looked at Mike desperately. "It's like they're watchin' me like they're waitin' for me to die or some shit like that." he concluded, staring into his friend's eyes, searching for something that told him his thoughts made sense. Because he sure as hell didn't understand them. By now Tre had inched himself into the room and quietly closed the door behind him. The drummer muttered a cuss under his breath as he stepped in the same crusty something his band-leader had less than an hour ago.
Billie Joe's head snapped up when he heard a mumbled 'fuck'. He jerked his tearstained face in Tre's direction, half expecting the hyperactive drummer to be a monster, a killer, or the something/ someone who wouldn't let the poor teenager live in peace. He let out a sigh of relief upon realizing it was just his clumsy, most likely stoned friend. Tre smiled nervously and made his way through the disgusting obstacle course of his best friend's room. He sat indian style next to his friend, placing a hand on his neck and rubbing, hoping that would somehow ease the singer's tension. Not a moment after Billie Joe smiled weakly at the attempt of consolation...there was a noise.
The front door slammed open. And the frontman felt his dread becoming unbearable. He heard the footsteps clicking in the hall, sweat poured down his face, dripping off his lips which were set in a silent scream, staring at Tre and digging his nails into Mike. Those were definitely not his mother's footsteps. The boys heard the footsteps pause outside Billie Joe's door. The trio was still, wide eyes, not daring to breathe. Mike held Billie close as Tre's hand gripped tightly onto Billie's. Billie knew it then. Knew that his someone/ something was finally coming out of the shadows.
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