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Title: I'm Your Secret Internet Stalker (But don't tell anyone!)(Part 8)
Author: Me!
Pairing: ??????/Mike also a slight hint of Billie/Mike.
Rating: R (Sorry)
Disclaimer: Not true, after all, I lost Mike when we went into Starbucks. So until I get him back this is totally fiction. So don't sue.
Dedications: EVERYONE who commented on my last chapter, rejectedpunk9 because she just rocks. (AND TRE DOES SNORT DONUT SPRINKLES WOO), Richie, The Mosh Pit and Green Day themselves.
Notes: I'm ending this soon in about another couple of chapters I think, but don't worry, I have loads of ideas for more stories. ALSO IT'S IN TRE'S P.O.V
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I'm Your Secret Internet Stalker (But don't tell anyone!)(Part 8)
Tre's P.O.V
I watched with interest as I saw Mike storm off into his room. I heard Billie crying. Fuck, damn, bollocks...monkeys! I got up from the couch and headed into Billie's room quickly. I spotted him on the bed, head in his hands. He looked at me with tear filled eyes. "I shouldn't have done it! I knew it was wrong. I fucked it up big time. Mikey hates me. I know it!" He whispered as tears fell down his cheeks again.
I sat next to him. "He doesn't hate you" I said rubbing his back. ...cookies... "How can you say that? You fucking heard what he said! He said it himself that he hated me!" He snapped looking at me. "Yeah, but, um..." I mumbled not knowing what to say. "Oh GO SUCK A SOCK TRE! It's partly your fault! You were meant to delete the e-mail before Mike read it!" He snapped. "It's something called B-E-E-R, The liquid from the Gods Billie. Not my fault!" I snapped. mmmmm beer
"I never should have trusted you then, I knew you would have got drunk and passed out. I should have done it myself" He whispered. "Don't say that Billie! You should still trust me because I'm now about to fucking speak to Mike!" I snapped standing up and walking out of his room. I heard Billie whisper a thanks. I smiled to myself and knocked on Mike's door. Always look on the bright side of Life. The whistling part. Always look on the bright side of life...the whistling part. I heard the door unlock and I opened it to find Mike sitting on the bed. I shut the door, not before seeing Billie shuffle outside and sit next to the door, listening to everything that I would say to Mike. I winked at him and then closed the door completly.
"What do you want Tre? Shouldn't you be elsewhere, snorting sprinkles or something?" Mike whispered, his voice cracking from emotion. mmmmm sprinkles "I need, I want to talk to you Mike! Why did you freak out like that? You and Billie have had sex loads" I said sitting next to him. "I...I don't fucking know, okay? I just did. Besides it was ages ago, and it was only experimenting!" He said staring at the floor. "Didn't sound like that EVERY night!" I said smirking. He smiled weakly. "I was younger then. I loved him. I wasn't meant too. I just did!" He said looking at me. McDonalds, McDonalds, Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut...wait, did Mike just say he used to love Billie? Oooo get Jerry Springer on the line! I nodded.
"Do you still love him?" I asked. "No...yes...I don't know. Especially with this fucking internet person. That one person is slowly fucking my life up!" He snapped, glaring through the door to where the computer would be. "So how was the sex like?" I asked smirking. He laughed lightly. "It was the best orgasm I ever had, but don't tell Billie that" He said smiling. "Oh don't worry, I won't" I said, knowing Billie would be smirking. I did a fake yawn and excused myself to his room. "Go. Speak To Him. Bring Him Coffee!" I said turning the TV on and laying down on the couch. Billie hopped up and practically skipped to the kitchen.
Billie's P.O.V
"All aboard the coffee express. Choo choo" I said merrily opening the door to Mike's room. He smiled weakly at me and took the coffee quickly, thanking me before downing it. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" He said hugging himself. I laughed and sat next to him on the bed. "Mike, I'm really sorry about last night" I whispered, watching him get dressed. "Don't worry about Bill. I shouldn't have over reacted" He whispered kissing me softly on the lips and leaving his room quickly. I heard the front door shut. I cursed under my breath. Time to end this fucking problem once and for all! I thought to myself as I ran out of Mike's room and to the computer. I turned it on and quickly signed onto AOL. "Billie, whatcha doin'?" Tre asked me. I ignored him as I found the latest e-mail. I read it quickly before clicking the reply button. Tre stood over me. "Billie what the fuck are you doing?" He asked again, demanding it more like. "Plan B" I whispered before typing.
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Dear ??????,
I know I'm not meant to reply but I don't care. I don't like talking to strangers. Want to meet me soon? Maybe I could make it worth your while?
Love,
Mike xoxox
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I clicked send and smirked. "What if it fucks up?" Tre asked. I stopped smirking and stared at the screen. "Then I'm buggered" I answered still staring at the screen.
To Be Continued
Oooo. Comments anyone? Hated it? Liked it? Oh, and I've spell checked this one, I saw how bad the spelling was on my last one...*hits self in the head*
Author: Me!
Pairing: ??????/Mike also a slight hint of Billie/Mike.
Rating: R (Sorry)
Disclaimer: Not true, after all, I lost Mike when we went into Starbucks. So until I get him back this is totally fiction. So don't sue.
Dedications: EVERYONE who commented on my last chapter, rejectedpunk9 because she just rocks. (AND TRE DOES SNORT DONUT SPRINKLES WOO), Richie, The Mosh Pit and Green Day themselves.
Notes: I'm ending this soon in about another couple of chapters I think, but don't worry, I have loads of ideas for more stories. ALSO IT'S IN TRE'S P.O.V
Missed A Chapter? Check Out My Journal!
I'm Your Secret Internet Stalker (But don't tell anyone!)(Part 8)
Tre's P.O.V
I watched with interest as I saw Mike storm off into his room. I heard Billie crying. Fuck, damn, bollocks...monkeys! I got up from the couch and headed into Billie's room quickly. I spotted him on the bed, head in his hands. He looked at me with tear filled eyes. "I shouldn't have done it! I knew it was wrong. I fucked it up big time. Mikey hates me. I know it!" He whispered as tears fell down his cheeks again.
I sat next to him. "He doesn't hate you" I said rubbing his back. ...cookies... "How can you say that? You fucking heard what he said! He said it himself that he hated me!" He snapped looking at me. "Yeah, but, um..." I mumbled not knowing what to say. "Oh GO SUCK A SOCK TRE! It's partly your fault! You were meant to delete the e-mail before Mike read it!" He snapped. "It's something called B-E-E-R, The liquid from the Gods Billie. Not my fault!" I snapped. mmmmm beer
"I never should have trusted you then, I knew you would have got drunk and passed out. I should have done it myself" He whispered. "Don't say that Billie! You should still trust me because I'm now about to fucking speak to Mike!" I snapped standing up and walking out of his room. I heard Billie whisper a thanks. I smiled to myself and knocked on Mike's door. Always look on the bright side of Life. The whistling part. Always look on the bright side of life...the whistling part. I heard the door unlock and I opened it to find Mike sitting on the bed. I shut the door, not before seeing Billie shuffle outside and sit next to the door, listening to everything that I would say to Mike. I winked at him and then closed the door completly.
"What do you want Tre? Shouldn't you be elsewhere, snorting sprinkles or something?" Mike whispered, his voice cracking from emotion. mmmmm sprinkles "I need, I want to talk to you Mike! Why did you freak out like that? You and Billie have had sex loads" I said sitting next to him. "I...I don't fucking know, okay? I just did. Besides it was ages ago, and it was only experimenting!" He said staring at the floor. "Didn't sound like that EVERY night!" I said smirking. He smiled weakly. "I was younger then. I loved him. I wasn't meant too. I just did!" He said looking at me. McDonalds, McDonalds, Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut...wait, did Mike just say he used to love Billie? Oooo get Jerry Springer on the line! I nodded.
"Do you still love him?" I asked. "No...yes...I don't know. Especially with this fucking internet person. That one person is slowly fucking my life up!" He snapped, glaring through the door to where the computer would be. "So how was the sex like?" I asked smirking. He laughed lightly. "It was the best orgasm I ever had, but don't tell Billie that" He said smiling. "Oh don't worry, I won't" I said, knowing Billie would be smirking. I did a fake yawn and excused myself to his room. "Go. Speak To Him. Bring Him Coffee!" I said turning the TV on and laying down on the couch. Billie hopped up and practically skipped to the kitchen.
Billie's P.O.V
"All aboard the coffee express. Choo choo" I said merrily opening the door to Mike's room. He smiled weakly at me and took the coffee quickly, thanking me before downing it. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" He said hugging himself. I laughed and sat next to him on the bed. "Mike, I'm really sorry about last night" I whispered, watching him get dressed. "Don't worry about Bill. I shouldn't have over reacted" He whispered kissing me softly on the lips and leaving his room quickly. I heard the front door shut. I cursed under my breath. Time to end this fucking problem once and for all! I thought to myself as I ran out of Mike's room and to the computer. I turned it on and quickly signed onto AOL. "Billie, whatcha doin'?" Tre asked me. I ignored him as I found the latest e-mail. I read it quickly before clicking the reply button. Tre stood over me. "Billie what the fuck are you doing?" He asked again, demanding it more like. "Plan B" I whispered before typing.
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Dear ??????,
I know I'm not meant to reply but I don't care. I don't like talking to strangers. Want to meet me soon? Maybe I could make it worth your while?
Love,
Mike xoxox
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I clicked send and smirked. "What if it fucks up?" Tre asked. I stopped smirking and stared at the screen. "Then I'm buggered" I answered still staring at the screen.
To Be Continued
Oooo. Comments anyone? Hated it? Liked it? Oh, and I've spell checked this one, I saw how bad the spelling was on my last one...*hits self in the head*