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Title: The Diary of Green Day
Author: Jaded_St_Jimmy (Sarah)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: young!Mike/Billie
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Notes: There's about a million, so I'll post them in the cut
First, this is a different concept I have for writing. It's like a journal, kind of. Anything written in italics is in the point of view of a specific person, taking place after the event being described in the chapter. The normal font is the actual event happening.
Second, this is going to be a chaptered fic, but mostly just in related one-shots, if that makes sense. It's going to take place anywhere from the 39/Smooth era to the present, and it's going to be angst, fluff, and sex with a whole bunch of different pairings.
Let me know how my idea turns out. Comments are awesome!!
March, 1990 - Billie Joe
Why does life have to be so confusing? You think you've got it all figured out, then something else comes up and smacks you in the face. And of course, that thing is never anything good. But hey, I'm still alive and going strong, so what so I care?
Wait - I shouldn't even be saying that, I'm only eighteen! It's just… life is so stressful when you've got no money, no true parents, an unstable house - God, it's just so much to handle at this age.
But then again, there is one thing that keeps me going. No, wait - there's two. One, my friends; and two, my band. If it weren't for those things (especially one or two friends in particular), I'm not sure where I would be. Probably living in a ditch or something…
Then again, there are those times where your so-called "friends" do things that make you wanna kill them.
"Hey guys!" The voice sounded throughout the small house. The two occupants of the building darted up from the basement, anxious to meet the person at the door. Not out of happiness, no - out of rage.
"Al, where the hell have you been?" Billie Joe nearly screamed. "You're like, two hours late!"
Mike jumped between the two, for fear their drummer would be without a head if he let this go on any longer. He knew how much the band meant to Billie, and he never took rehearsals lightly. "Billie, chill. It's alright," Mike said calmly. "I'm sure Al's got a very good reason why he's late." He looked hopefully to the oldest of the group. "Right?"
He nodded. "Yup. Me and my family were goin' over some college papers and shit. Real boring and time consuming."
Mike looked to Billie, then Al, and then back to Billie. This wasn't exactly the reason he was looking for.
"College papers?" Billie confirmed angrily. "College? Since when? Didn't we all agree that we'd devote one-hundred percent to the band after high school? Huh?" His voice was rising in volume and pitch after every word, and it was becoming harder and harder for Mike to restrain him.
Now, he too had feelings of anger towards Al, though he didn't voice his quite as much as his best friend. "Yes, Al, would you care to tell us when this whole 'college' thing happened?"
Mike was always the best at controlling his anger and we all know that. Hell, he's the one that keeps everyone else in check when their temper rises. So instead of anger, Mike usually goes for sarcasm. Heavy sarcasm.
Al looked down to the ground in shame. He had no idea that his bandmates would take it that hard. "Well, since… always I guess. I mean, no one else in my family could afford to go, and now I can, and-"
He was cut off again by Billie Joe, whose emotions hadn't calmed down one bit. "Oh, I see. Well, now I know what's most important to you then."
Al seemed to shrink two feet as he felt the stares of his friends bearing down on him like lasers. He knew he had let them down, but this wasn't where he wanted it to end. It couldn't end like this.
"Well?" Mike prodded. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
The drummer sighed deeply. "I'd really like to stay in Green Day for now, I mean, if you'll let me. I'm not even positive about college yet - they still have to accept me and stuff."
Mike just nodded, but typical Billie couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Al, come on! I mean, college is practically a swear word around here. Think about it. We've got singles out and offers to record albums. We could be fucking big! And you're willing to throw it all away? Since when do you care so much about education anyway?"
Mike shook his head at his friend, noting to himself how his green eyes had darkened and his face had turned all sorts of red. He couldn't help it - he always took note of Billie's little habits.
Al looked to Mike for help, but the bassist simply looked away. He was just as anxious to hear the answer.
"Well Billie Joe, at least I graduated," Al said quietly. "You don't even have the balls to try."
I can still feel the real punch in the gut that one gave me. Why in hell would he say anything like that? That was such a low blow too. I can be pretty mean, I know, but I would never say anything like that to someone I was supposed to be close to. Never.
Mike couldn't keep silent any longer. "Al, listen to yourself. Fine, you're going to college, whatever. What's done is done, and it's clear you're not changing your mind no matter what we say."
He stopped briefly to lay a hand on Billie's shoulder upon hearing a small whisper of "Wanna bet?"
"So, do what you will. We can't stop you from it. But c'mon, don't make us hate you too. What you just said… amazes me. What possessed you to do that? Seriously!" He had to stop and breathe before he overheated himself. Normally, he would have just left well enough alone and kept it between Al and Billie, but no. He just couldn't.
Mike looked to his right at his best friend. He was just sporting an expression of pure rage, but he was slowly melting into a look of despair and sadness.
I don't know how long it took me to realize the whole magnitude of the situation. I mean, one-third of my band - our band, our Green Day - was fucking off to college with no second thoughts. He did say he's not accepted yet and shit, but he's smart and I know it. He'll make it, I know.
That's good for him, but bad for us.
He can't have any idea how much I've put into this band. He wasn't right with what he said about me, at all. It wasn’t that I didn't have the courage to finish, not at all. I just needed more time to manage the band, because it had to get done. If we were gonna tour or anything, like Mike and I want, then we need someone to devote full-time to it.
I know Mike would be better at it, but he's got a much better chance at actually passing. I can't let him throw his education away. He can go far if things don't work out, I know it.
Anyway, that day was so hard for me. After Mike told Al to leave so we could talk, I just fuckin' broke. Tears everywhere. At first, Mike was a bit surprised, but what he did surprised me more.
Mike guided his friend onto the old couch in the corner of the basement, rubbing his back and telling him it was going to be okay and that everything would work out. Really, he wasn't sure if it would or not but he couldn't let Billie know as much.
Billie collapsed on the worn fabric, curling up into a tight ball to let himself drain his sorrows in peace. Mike wouldn't have it though; he sat down right next to him and pried his limbs apart gently, just so he could see his face.
It was red and tear-stained, and Billie's vibrant green eyes were growing pale. It pained Mike so much to see him like this; it positively tore him up inside.
Except this time it was different. Words couldn't cure it this time. Words couldn't make college disappear or make the last ten minutes come back for a second chance.
No, there was really nothing that could be done now. That's what really hit Mike the hardest. To know that his best friend's life could be falling apart, and there's not a damn thing he can do about it.
So he did the only thing he could really do. He pulled Billie close to him and let the older teen collapse into the warmth. Instinctively, their arms wrapped around each other and they couldn't hold tight enough.
And that's how they stayed for a good while, Billie's head only coming up once to stare into the younger teen's deep blue eyes, searching for reassurance and anything else helpful. It didn't take too long to find, much to Billie's happiness. Content with the silent response, he snuggled back into Mike's shirt to further contemplate the day's events.
Mike just sat there, whispering words and comforting as best as he could. Deep down, he was actually glad things like this happened every once in awhile, just so he could grow closer to the one person he didn’t want to be without.
I can't believe I left myself that vulnerable. Oh well, I was with Mike and that was the best place I could've been. He always knows the right things to do and say; I love it. I think he's the only person - besides my mom, of course - that's ever seen me cry. Not even my siblings have. And I don't mind at all.
I stayed over there that night, due to the fact that I didn’t even want to move. I don't think anyone would if they were in my position - your world's crashing down and you have to walk all the way home in the dark. No thanks. Besides, I really had no plan to leave Mike either Not because he was sad or anything, but because I just didn't want to.
Sometimes I wonder if there's anything else going on in my head pertaining to Mike. I mean, I couldn't be gay, could I? No, that's impossible - right? I don't know. It's just… all the feelings I get when I'm around him; they don't happen with anyone else of either gender.
I guess I don't wanna think about it though, 'cause I'm a bit scared of what I'll discover.
Author: Jaded_St_Jimmy (Sarah)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: young!Mike/Billie
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Notes: There's about a million, so I'll post them in the cut
First, this is a different concept I have for writing. It's like a journal, kind of. Anything written in italics is in the point of view of a specific person, taking place after the event being described in the chapter. The normal font is the actual event happening.
Second, this is going to be a chaptered fic, but mostly just in related one-shots, if that makes sense. It's going to take place anywhere from the 39/Smooth era to the present, and it's going to be angst, fluff, and sex with a whole bunch of different pairings.
Let me know how my idea turns out. Comments are awesome!!
March, 1990 - Billie Joe
Why does life have to be so confusing? You think you've got it all figured out, then something else comes up and smacks you in the face. And of course, that thing is never anything good. But hey, I'm still alive and going strong, so what so I care?
Wait - I shouldn't even be saying that, I'm only eighteen! It's just… life is so stressful when you've got no money, no true parents, an unstable house - God, it's just so much to handle at this age.
But then again, there is one thing that keeps me going. No, wait - there's two. One, my friends; and two, my band. If it weren't for those things (especially one or two friends in particular), I'm not sure where I would be. Probably living in a ditch or something…
Then again, there are those times where your so-called "friends" do things that make you wanna kill them.
"Hey guys!" The voice sounded throughout the small house. The two occupants of the building darted up from the basement, anxious to meet the person at the door. Not out of happiness, no - out of rage.
"Al, where the hell have you been?" Billie Joe nearly screamed. "You're like, two hours late!"
Mike jumped between the two, for fear their drummer would be without a head if he let this go on any longer. He knew how much the band meant to Billie, and he never took rehearsals lightly. "Billie, chill. It's alright," Mike said calmly. "I'm sure Al's got a very good reason why he's late." He looked hopefully to the oldest of the group. "Right?"
He nodded. "Yup. Me and my family were goin' over some college papers and shit. Real boring and time consuming."
Mike looked to Billie, then Al, and then back to Billie. This wasn't exactly the reason he was looking for.
"College papers?" Billie confirmed angrily. "College? Since when? Didn't we all agree that we'd devote one-hundred percent to the band after high school? Huh?" His voice was rising in volume and pitch after every word, and it was becoming harder and harder for Mike to restrain him.
Now, he too had feelings of anger towards Al, though he didn't voice his quite as much as his best friend. "Yes, Al, would you care to tell us when this whole 'college' thing happened?"
Mike was always the best at controlling his anger and we all know that. Hell, he's the one that keeps everyone else in check when their temper rises. So instead of anger, Mike usually goes for sarcasm. Heavy sarcasm.
Al looked down to the ground in shame. He had no idea that his bandmates would take it that hard. "Well, since… always I guess. I mean, no one else in my family could afford to go, and now I can, and-"
He was cut off again by Billie Joe, whose emotions hadn't calmed down one bit. "Oh, I see. Well, now I know what's most important to you then."
Al seemed to shrink two feet as he felt the stares of his friends bearing down on him like lasers. He knew he had let them down, but this wasn't where he wanted it to end. It couldn't end like this.
"Well?" Mike prodded. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
The drummer sighed deeply. "I'd really like to stay in Green Day for now, I mean, if you'll let me. I'm not even positive about college yet - they still have to accept me and stuff."
Mike just nodded, but typical Billie couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Al, come on! I mean, college is practically a swear word around here. Think about it. We've got singles out and offers to record albums. We could be fucking big! And you're willing to throw it all away? Since when do you care so much about education anyway?"
Mike shook his head at his friend, noting to himself how his green eyes had darkened and his face had turned all sorts of red. He couldn't help it - he always took note of Billie's little habits.
Al looked to Mike for help, but the bassist simply looked away. He was just as anxious to hear the answer.
"Well Billie Joe, at least I graduated," Al said quietly. "You don't even have the balls to try."
I can still feel the real punch in the gut that one gave me. Why in hell would he say anything like that? That was such a low blow too. I can be pretty mean, I know, but I would never say anything like that to someone I was supposed to be close to. Never.
Mike couldn't keep silent any longer. "Al, listen to yourself. Fine, you're going to college, whatever. What's done is done, and it's clear you're not changing your mind no matter what we say."
He stopped briefly to lay a hand on Billie's shoulder upon hearing a small whisper of "Wanna bet?"
"So, do what you will. We can't stop you from it. But c'mon, don't make us hate you too. What you just said… amazes me. What possessed you to do that? Seriously!" He had to stop and breathe before he overheated himself. Normally, he would have just left well enough alone and kept it between Al and Billie, but no. He just couldn't.
Mike looked to his right at his best friend. He was just sporting an expression of pure rage, but he was slowly melting into a look of despair and sadness.
I don't know how long it took me to realize the whole magnitude of the situation. I mean, one-third of my band - our band, our Green Day - was fucking off to college with no second thoughts. He did say he's not accepted yet and shit, but he's smart and I know it. He'll make it, I know.
That's good for him, but bad for us.
He can't have any idea how much I've put into this band. He wasn't right with what he said about me, at all. It wasn’t that I didn't have the courage to finish, not at all. I just needed more time to manage the band, because it had to get done. If we were gonna tour or anything, like Mike and I want, then we need someone to devote full-time to it.
I know Mike would be better at it, but he's got a much better chance at actually passing. I can't let him throw his education away. He can go far if things don't work out, I know it.
Anyway, that day was so hard for me. After Mike told Al to leave so we could talk, I just fuckin' broke. Tears everywhere. At first, Mike was a bit surprised, but what he did surprised me more.
Mike guided his friend onto the old couch in the corner of the basement, rubbing his back and telling him it was going to be okay and that everything would work out. Really, he wasn't sure if it would or not but he couldn't let Billie know as much.
Billie collapsed on the worn fabric, curling up into a tight ball to let himself drain his sorrows in peace. Mike wouldn't have it though; he sat down right next to him and pried his limbs apart gently, just so he could see his face.
It was red and tear-stained, and Billie's vibrant green eyes were growing pale. It pained Mike so much to see him like this; it positively tore him up inside.
Except this time it was different. Words couldn't cure it this time. Words couldn't make college disappear or make the last ten minutes come back for a second chance.
No, there was really nothing that could be done now. That's what really hit Mike the hardest. To know that his best friend's life could be falling apart, and there's not a damn thing he can do about it.
So he did the only thing he could really do. He pulled Billie close to him and let the older teen collapse into the warmth. Instinctively, their arms wrapped around each other and they couldn't hold tight enough.
And that's how they stayed for a good while, Billie's head only coming up once to stare into the younger teen's deep blue eyes, searching for reassurance and anything else helpful. It didn't take too long to find, much to Billie's happiness. Content with the silent response, he snuggled back into Mike's shirt to further contemplate the day's events.
Mike just sat there, whispering words and comforting as best as he could. Deep down, he was actually glad things like this happened every once in awhile, just so he could grow closer to the one person he didn’t want to be without.
I can't believe I left myself that vulnerable. Oh well, I was with Mike and that was the best place I could've been. He always knows the right things to do and say; I love it. I think he's the only person - besides my mom, of course - that's ever seen me cry. Not even my siblings have. And I don't mind at all.
I stayed over there that night, due to the fact that I didn’t even want to move. I don't think anyone would if they were in my position - your world's crashing down and you have to walk all the way home in the dark. No thanks. Besides, I really had no plan to leave Mike either Not because he was sad or anything, but because I just didn't want to.
Sometimes I wonder if there's anything else going on in my head pertaining to Mike. I mean, I couldn't be gay, could I? No, that's impossible - right? I don't know. It's just… all the feelings I get when I'm around him; they don't happen with anyone else of either gender.
I guess I don't wanna think about it though, 'cause I'm a bit scared of what I'll discover.