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Title: Taken
Author: moi! (lyrical_mess52)
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: PG
Dedications: Ash (finksgirl), for RP-ing with me the fic that this was originally supposed to be. and Hannah (awfulstate) for beta-ing. <3
Disclaimer: Don't own Green Day, it's not possible. Green Day is un-ownable in every sense of the word.
Summary: Well. There ain't too much I can give away, considering it's a very short story. But suffice to say it's not exactly happy...
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Billie Joe loved Michael. And it had always hurt. And so, he turned his eyes towards the things he couldn’t bear to see. And then he’d drown himself in the finest liqueurs until his vision blurred.
Eventually, it stopped working. Ethanol didn’t blind him anymore but the numbness was Paradise compared to the screaming that reverberated from every muscle fiber in his body. He hated it.
Not her. Billie Joe didn’t hate her; she was a sweet woman with a good smile and a sense humor. But…the way things were, what he wanted, what he couldn’t ask for, what he’d never have, that’s what he hated. And all of his hatred consumed him, possessed him like feverish obsession. And the numbness wasn’t enough.
Billie Joe wanted to feel, to taste and touch, to have and to hold until death pried Michael from his cold fingers. Billie knew he would turn cold first because there wouldn’t be a world without Mike. It wasn’t so much unfathomable a much as a simple impossibility.
There’s my Michael, and then there’s me.
It wasn’t that simple. It should have been, but it wasn’t. Mike was not his in sickness or in health because those vows has already been given away. Oh, he wanted to hate her but somehow he never did and never could.
Instead, he’d crawl into bed at night, despising his own reflection. He’d kiss Adrienne’s lips good night and lay by her side, dreaming that the long dark locks were dirty blonde.