~No one said that pot couldnt be fun~
Title: The Stripper and the Hairstylist (Billie’s P.O.V.)
Author: Je suis Danielle.
Rating: PG-14
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Disclaimer: Non, Je n’parle pas anglais.
Summary: Um.. Figure it out for yourselves.
Deds: _onlyofyou, angie_aiken, bj_md_sw, fuckedhercat, Christian, um... my elmo undies!!!! You gotta love the elmo undies!!!!
“Where is Armando?” I yelled. “I need to be ready in 3 hours!”
“He’s not here Billie.” someone from behind me said. “I’ll help if I can though.”
“And who are you?” I asked as I surveyed him up and down.
“The name’s Michael.” he said. “Mind if I help?”
“I guess that you’ll have to do.” I said as I sat down in the chair.
“What will it be Mr. Um..” Michael said.
“Armstrong.” I said. “Billie Joe Armstrong.”
“What will it be Mr. Armstrong?” he asked.
“You can call me Billie.” I snapped. “I want a slight trim and a style if you don’t mind.”
“Sure thing.” he said. “And you can call me Mike.”
Mike began cutting my hair and we engaged in slight conversation. Most of it was just chit-chat, but he was a very interesting person. I actually enjoyed talking to him.
“So are you married?” Mike asked.
“No.” I said plainly.
“Why not?” he asked. “A handsome, well respected man like you isn’t married? How come?”
“Because I’m gay.” I said.
“Oh really?” he said. “I never would have thought.”
“Yeah really.” I said. “How bout yourself are you married?”
“No, I’m not married either.” he said. “Because I’m gay as well.”
“I could kinda tell.” I said.
“How?” he asked.
“You being a hairstylist and everything, really made me think dear.” I pointed out. “Not like it’s a bad thing. There needs to be more male hairstylists out there.”
“Yeah.” he agreed.
“Unlike Armando, who doesn’t know how to show up when I make appointments.” I said. “He needs to be fired.”
“Yeah.” Mike shook his head. “He never shows up anymore. I’ve been doing most of his clients for the past two weeks. Apparently he’s on his honeymoon and refuses to come back.”
“Well then, I guess you’ll be my new hairstylist won’t you Mike?” I said. “That is if your willing to put up with me every couple of days.”
“I’d like that Billie.” he said with a smile. “I’d be honored.”
“Good.” I said as I stood up. “Well I’ll see you in a couple of days then Mike?”
“Of course.” he said as he brushed off my shirt.
As I walked up and paid I felt as if something was missing. I couldn’t figure it out, until I took one last look at Mike. He was looking at me with the biggest smile on his face that I knew wasn’t going anywhere. I walked up to him and decided that maybe I should ask him out.
“Listen Mike,” I said. “I know your busy, but would you like to go to a party with me tonight?”
“I’d love to Billie.” he smiled. “I would really love to go.”
“Good.” I said. “I’ll be here at 7pm to pick you up alright?”
“Sounds awesome.” he said.
“See you then Mike.” I said.
“See ya.” he said.
I walked out of the salon and headed back to the hotel which was right across the street as I thought about what I had just done. I knew that I would get a few looks here and there, but what was wrong with having a good time and a nice fuck? I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. We were both men and we both liked men, what was wrong with a little bit of fun.
When I got back to the hotel, I changed my clothes and put my eyeliner on and stuff. I took a look in the mirror. I looked pretty good. I loved the way the eyeliner made my eyes look a brighter green. It made me smile to myself. I was going to knock this Mike guy dead just from how hot I look. He was going to want to take me into another room and fuck the hell out of me.
That was what I was wanting anyway. Its going to go so well. He’s going to want me so fuckin bad and he’s going to have me. Who knows maybe it will work out. Because I am looking for someone who can handle me. If he can I won’t have to search anymore. I’ll just have to see if he could love me and if I could love him. That’s the only thing that would be standing in my way.
I looked at the time and it read 6:50pm. I got my coat and my trusty bottle of lube and put it in the pocket of my coat. I walked out of my room and headed to the car. It was time to pick up Mike.
I turned the car on and left the parking lot. As I blasted whatever was on the radio. I really didn’t care, all I could think about was Mike. I hope he looked good.
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When I arrived I turned off the car and got out. Where was he? I looked around and he was no where in sight.
I walked into the salon and there he stood all dolled up and finishing up on someone else’s hair.
“There you go.” Mike said. “That should do.”
The guy looked in the mirror.
“That looks amazing Mike.” he said. “Thanks.”
“Anytime Chris.” Mike said.
The guy got up and looked at me.
“Who is this?” he asked.
“The name’s Billie Joe Armstrong.” I said. “And you are?”
“I’m Chris.” he said. “I’m a friend of Mike’s.”
“I see.” I said. “Well Mike are you ready to go?”
“Yeah I’m ready.” he said. “I’ll see ya later Chris.”
Mike and I left and Chris turned the lights out in the salon.
“Who was that?” I asked as we got into the car.
“He’s the owner of the salon.” Mike said. “He needed a haircut. And I had to give it to him.”
“Oh.” I said. “Well I thought he was your boyfriend or something.”
“Oh No.” he said. “I am single. You should know that.”
“You never can tell.” I said. “I just didn’t want you to be lying to me.”
“I’m not lying.” he said. “I promise.”
“Good.” I said. “Let’s go.”
We drove off and headed to the party.
“This is a nice car you got here Billie.” Mike said.
“Yeah this is my baby right here.” I said as I looked at him.
He looked amazing. I wanted to skip the party and just take him home.
“Keep it together Billie.” I said to myself. “Don’t freak out.”
When we got there I could tell Mike was kinda nervous.
“You alright.” I asked.
“Yeah.” he said.
“You sure?” I asked.
He nodded but it wasn’t a very convincing nod.
I moved towards him and I kissed him softly. He kissed me back with the same intensity.
“I love you Billie.” he said.
“I love you too Mikey.” I said.
We kissed again but this time it was more passionate. Our tongues tracing the inside of our mouths. It was amazing.
“Mike.” I said. “I want to be with you forever.”
“I want..” he said, but a voice louder than his stopped him.
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“Billie!! Time to get up!!” Mike yelled.
“Hmm.” I said. “What time is it?”
“Time for you to get out of bed.” Mike said.
“Alright, I’m coming.” I said.
I looked around and there was no car and I was in my hotel room. The one I was sharing with Mike.
“What happened?” I asked myself. “Was it a dream?”
I got out of bed and ran up to Mike.
“Billie what are you…” he started, but I crushed my lips to his before he could say another word.
He let me kiss him for a minute or so and then pushed me off.
“What has gotten into you?” he asked.
I was disappointed.
“It was just a dream.” I thought.
“Billie.” Mike said. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing.” I said. “I’m fine Mike. I just had a really weird dream.”
“Alright.” he said.
I walked back into the bedroom and felt myself blushing.
“I knew Mike could never feel that way about me.” I said.
It was too good to be true. Mike didn’t love me the way I loved him. It was all just a dream. The only dream I’ve had for so long that I know will never come true.
“Billie?” he said.
“Yes Mike?” I said.
“Are you sure your okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I said. “I just wish my dream would come true.”
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C'est fini! Comments??
Author: Je suis Danielle.
Rating: PG-14
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Disclaimer: Non, Je n’parle pas anglais.
Summary: Um.. Figure it out for yourselves.
Deds: _onlyofyou, angie_aiken, bj_md_sw, fuckedhercat, Christian, um... my elmo undies!!!! You gotta love the elmo undies!!!!
“Where is Armando?” I yelled. “I need to be ready in 3 hours!”
“He’s not here Billie.” someone from behind me said. “I’ll help if I can though.”
“And who are you?” I asked as I surveyed him up and down.
“The name’s Michael.” he said. “Mind if I help?”
“I guess that you’ll have to do.” I said as I sat down in the chair.
“What will it be Mr. Um..” Michael said.
“Armstrong.” I said. “Billie Joe Armstrong.”
“What will it be Mr. Armstrong?” he asked.
“You can call me Billie.” I snapped. “I want a slight trim and a style if you don’t mind.”
“Sure thing.” he said. “And you can call me Mike.”
Mike began cutting my hair and we engaged in slight conversation. Most of it was just chit-chat, but he was a very interesting person. I actually enjoyed talking to him.
“So are you married?” Mike asked.
“No.” I said plainly.
“Why not?” he asked. “A handsome, well respected man like you isn’t married? How come?”
“Because I’m gay.” I said.
“Oh really?” he said. “I never would have thought.”
“Yeah really.” I said. “How bout yourself are you married?”
“No, I’m not married either.” he said. “Because I’m gay as well.”
“I could kinda tell.” I said.
“How?” he asked.
“You being a hairstylist and everything, really made me think dear.” I pointed out. “Not like it’s a bad thing. There needs to be more male hairstylists out there.”
“Yeah.” he agreed.
“Unlike Armando, who doesn’t know how to show up when I make appointments.” I said. “He needs to be fired.”
“Yeah.” Mike shook his head. “He never shows up anymore. I’ve been doing most of his clients for the past two weeks. Apparently he’s on his honeymoon and refuses to come back.”
“Well then, I guess you’ll be my new hairstylist won’t you Mike?” I said. “That is if your willing to put up with me every couple of days.”
“I’d like that Billie.” he said with a smile. “I’d be honored.”
“Good.” I said as I stood up. “Well I’ll see you in a couple of days then Mike?”
“Of course.” he said as he brushed off my shirt.
As I walked up and paid I felt as if something was missing. I couldn’t figure it out, until I took one last look at Mike. He was looking at me with the biggest smile on his face that I knew wasn’t going anywhere. I walked up to him and decided that maybe I should ask him out.
“Listen Mike,” I said. “I know your busy, but would you like to go to a party with me tonight?”
“I’d love to Billie.” he smiled. “I would really love to go.”
“Good.” I said. “I’ll be here at 7pm to pick you up alright?”
“Sounds awesome.” he said.
“See you then Mike.” I said.
“See ya.” he said.
I walked out of the salon and headed back to the hotel which was right across the street as I thought about what I had just done. I knew that I would get a few looks here and there, but what was wrong with having a good time and a nice fuck? I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. We were both men and we both liked men, what was wrong with a little bit of fun.
When I got back to the hotel, I changed my clothes and put my eyeliner on and stuff. I took a look in the mirror. I looked pretty good. I loved the way the eyeliner made my eyes look a brighter green. It made me smile to myself. I was going to knock this Mike guy dead just from how hot I look. He was going to want to take me into another room and fuck the hell out of me.
That was what I was wanting anyway. Its going to go so well. He’s going to want me so fuckin bad and he’s going to have me. Who knows maybe it will work out. Because I am looking for someone who can handle me. If he can I won’t have to search anymore. I’ll just have to see if he could love me and if I could love him. That’s the only thing that would be standing in my way.
I looked at the time and it read 6:50pm. I got my coat and my trusty bottle of lube and put it in the pocket of my coat. I walked out of my room and headed to the car. It was time to pick up Mike.
I turned the car on and left the parking lot. As I blasted whatever was on the radio. I really didn’t care, all I could think about was Mike. I hope he looked good.
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When I arrived I turned off the car and got out. Where was he? I looked around and he was no where in sight.
I walked into the salon and there he stood all dolled up and finishing up on someone else’s hair.
“There you go.” Mike said. “That should do.”
The guy looked in the mirror.
“That looks amazing Mike.” he said. “Thanks.”
“Anytime Chris.” Mike said.
The guy got up and looked at me.
“Who is this?” he asked.
“The name’s Billie Joe Armstrong.” I said. “And you are?”
“I’m Chris.” he said. “I’m a friend of Mike’s.”
“I see.” I said. “Well Mike are you ready to go?”
“Yeah I’m ready.” he said. “I’ll see ya later Chris.”
Mike and I left and Chris turned the lights out in the salon.
“Who was that?” I asked as we got into the car.
“He’s the owner of the salon.” Mike said. “He needed a haircut. And I had to give it to him.”
“Oh.” I said. “Well I thought he was your boyfriend or something.”
“Oh No.” he said. “I am single. You should know that.”
“You never can tell.” I said. “I just didn’t want you to be lying to me.”
“I’m not lying.” he said. “I promise.”
“Good.” I said. “Let’s go.”
We drove off and headed to the party.
“This is a nice car you got here Billie.” Mike said.
“Yeah this is my baby right here.” I said as I looked at him.
He looked amazing. I wanted to skip the party and just take him home.
“Keep it together Billie.” I said to myself. “Don’t freak out.”
When we got there I could tell Mike was kinda nervous.
“You alright.” I asked.
“Yeah.” he said.
“You sure?” I asked.
He nodded but it wasn’t a very convincing nod.
I moved towards him and I kissed him softly. He kissed me back with the same intensity.
“I love you Billie.” he said.
“I love you too Mikey.” I said.
We kissed again but this time it was more passionate. Our tongues tracing the inside of our mouths. It was amazing.
“Mike.” I said. “I want to be with you forever.”
“I want..” he said, but a voice louder than his stopped him.
*****************
“Billie!! Time to get up!!” Mike yelled.
“Hmm.” I said. “What time is it?”
“Time for you to get out of bed.” Mike said.
“Alright, I’m coming.” I said.
I looked around and there was no car and I was in my hotel room. The one I was sharing with Mike.
“What happened?” I asked myself. “Was it a dream?”
I got out of bed and ran up to Mike.
“Billie what are you…” he started, but I crushed my lips to his before he could say another word.
He let me kiss him for a minute or so and then pushed me off.
“What has gotten into you?” he asked.
I was disappointed.
“It was just a dream.” I thought.
“Billie.” Mike said. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing.” I said. “I’m fine Mike. I just had a really weird dream.”
“Alright.” he said.
I walked back into the bedroom and felt myself blushing.
“I knew Mike could never feel that way about me.” I said.
It was too good to be true. Mike didn’t love me the way I loved him. It was all just a dream. The only dream I’ve had for so long that I know will never come true.
“Billie?” he said.
“Yes Mike?” I said.
“Are you sure your okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I said. “I just wish my dream would come true.”
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