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Title: I'll Keep Your Secrets If You Keep Mine, Part 5.
Author: Me! (Waiting_25)
Pairing: Billie/Mike [OTP]
Rating: PG-13 for now...
Deds: Everyone who has read the previous parts ^__^
Disclaimer: Kay, this is how it is. I might be a fairly quick typer, but I, my friends, am an idiot. I can't work out this LJ stuff. So if the previous parts things works, its a fooking miracle and a half. I apologize for it not working. Er....please commento. Thankyou. =)
Previous Parts:
Part 4 Part 3 Part 2 Part 1
"Have you and Mike fallen out, Billie?"
Jeeez. What is it with that expression? 'Fallen out'. I mean, what the hell?
"Suddenly you care," Billie spat.
"What?"
"As soon as Tom moved in, you've been, like....this great mom, that does everything and has time for her kids," Billie scowled at his mother, "Like you're showing off that you have kids, or something. What's with that, mom? You barely spoke to us for the first two years when dad died. He died, and you..you didn't care anymore. That's all you need, isn't it, mom? A man. Forget the kids, you just want a fucking man."
Ollie stared at her son. "Billie, that's...that's a horrible thing to say!"
Billie was shocked to see his mom rush out of the room crying. He...He hadn't meant to make her cry...
"Well," Mike's voice from the doorway made Billie jump ten feet in the air, "Aren't we Mr. Charm?"
"Blow me." Billie snapped, crossing his arms and scowling even harder into his lap.
"Now, should I take that personally, or would that be caring too much?" Mike asked, sitting at the table with Billie.
"I swear to fuck Mike-"
"Oh God, will you shut up?" Mike rolled his eyes. He leant forward so his face was close to Billie's. "What is it with you? What's with this tough guy routine?"
"Dunno what you're talking about," Billie muttered, looking away.
"Yeah you do." Mike sighed. "Look, shall we just, I dunno, forget about this, Bill? Come on. Wanna go to bed?"
Billie stared at Mike, then stood up. "No! Fuck you!! I don't wanna fucking sleep with you! You think I'm gay! Is that why you sleep with me? Because if you get bored you can have a quick fuck with me and it won't mean anything because I'm so desperate? Is that it?"
"No it fucking isn't!" Mike also stood up. He walked over to Billie and put a hand on each shoulder, shaking him. "I! Am! Your! Friend! So stop acting like I'm your fucking enemy, you bastard!"
Billie sort of...growled, the anger swelling up inside him, and pushed Mike's arms back to his shoulders, forcing Mike up against the wall. He pressed his body against Mike's, glaring into his blue eyes.
"Don't tell me what to do."
"Oh Billie. I'm petrified." Mike whispered.
Billie stopped and looked at Mike. What the fuck was he on, anyway? What was this?
Billie's hard grasp relaxed, and Mike took the opportunity to reverse their positions, so Billie was pressed so hard against the wall he really couldn't move at all.
"Hmmmm. Hmm, just look at that, Billie's a little stuck."
"Get the fuck off of me or you'll regret it."
Feeling Billie struggle made Mike press harder onto his wrists, and seeing his so-called friend wince slightly just excited him a hell of a lot more.
"What the fuck are you two doing?" Allen appeared, looking at the two with disgust. "Fuck man. Go fuck upstairs, or something."
"We're not fucking, Allen," Billie sneered, "Mike just likes to be close to me."
Mike stared at Billie. How fucking dare he? After all he had done for him!! Mike had let his bad behaviour record fall just so he could stay at the same school as Billie, so he could help him with his schoolwork. Let's face it, Billie wasn't dumb: he just didn't care. Mike tried. Fuck yeah, he got into trouble, but he still did his work. Billie just didn't give a toss either way. Mike helped him, because he cared about Billie a hell of a lot and wanted to see him have a good life.
He grabbed Billie's t-shirt, pulled him towards him, and punched him. Not a soft punch; this was a real, anger-filled, full-on thwack in the mouth. Billie's head bounced back into the wall, and when it bounced back Mike saw blood and tear-filled green eyes.
"Bill...I..."
"Mom!" Allen yelled. "Come down here!"
Mike ran upstairs.
"Are...are you okay?" Mike stuttered, his eyes wide at the sight of Billie's bruised lip.
"No." Billie answered, flicking a page in his guitar magazine.
Mike had gone upstairs, and then out of the window, onto the garage roof, and out. He couldn't handle it. It wasn't so much what he had done - it was only a punch, after all, it was hardly murder - it was how he felt.
He felt sad. Distraught. He felt like he'd done something really terrible.
Now it was two a.m., and Mike had crept back through the window to find Billie reading his magazine as if it were the afternoon.
One thing Mike Dirnt hates to do is say "I'm sorry". Even to Billie.
"B-Billie..."
Billie ignored him.
"Please don't ignore me..."
"Well I'm hardly gonna talk to you, am I?" Billie snapped. "Some friend you are."
Mike could point out that actually Billie had just spoken to him, and also that Billie Joe was being the biggest bitch ever, but he just wanted to be friends again, so he didn't. He bit his tongue and watched Billie.
"It's a bit late." Mike said. Bravo Mike. Such an inspriing sentance.
"It's early, actually," Billie commented, "it's ten past two. In the morning."
"Yeah, I know...." Mike sighed. He had to do this, didn't he? Damn. "Look, Billie, I..."
Billie stood up quickly, throwing his magazine across the room. "Fuck off. I'm gonna get a beer."
He made to move but Mike put his arm out to stop him. "No, Billie, wait, just listen-"
"Get off me!"
"Listen to me!!"
"No!!!!"
Mike jumped onto the bed and sat on Billie's hips, a leg on either side, pressing his hands yet again against his wrists to decrease his movement, and glared at him.
"You're gonna listen to what I gotta say, man."
Billie clearly didn't want to. He grunted and struggled and jiggled around underneath Mike and he did it. He rubbed just the right fucking place. If it had been a bit to the left, or the right, or up or down, but noooo...he had to be right there.
Mike blushed bright red, and Billie saw. He grinned wickedly and did it faster.
"Ohhh Miiikeee!"
"Billie stop it!" Mike shrieked.
"Oh my God Mike, ohhh..." Billie threw his head back and groaned. His hands were free - Mike was not only hard, but also really shocked - and he used them to run through Mike's hair as his hips shot up to meet Mike's.
The door flew open, scaring the two boys shitless.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!"
"Shit." Billie murmured. It was Tom.
Mike all but fell to the floor, whereupon he noticed Tom was a) drunk, and b) very, very mad.
"If I've told ya once I've told you a thousand times, no fags in this house!!!" Tom yelled.
"Tom, I swear, we...weren't..."
Tom grabbed Billie's collar and lifted the boy up into the air. Mike watched, horrified, as Billie shook with fear, and then...well. He didn't really know what happened next. But somehow he was no longer on the floor, he was kicking Tom in the crotch and pushing him out of the door.
"Mike!" Billie yelled, grabbing his friend and hugging him so hard.
"Let me in you fucking queers!"
"Tom? Tom, what's happening?"
"Your son and his so-called buddy are fucking having sex!!" Tom screamed.
"We weren't!" The boys yelled back.
Billie was quivering and Mike felt responsible. After all, he had jumped on him.
The boys listened as Ollie coaxed Tom into their bedroom, explaining they'd 'talk about it in the morning'. As fucking if.
Billie slowly let go as the house fell silent. He looked at Mike and bit his top lip.
"I'm sorry," Both boys said.
Mike smiled and leant in to hug him again. Their heads clashed. Both the boys blushed, and moved left, then right, then left again, colliding with each other.
"Er..."
Billie's eyes half shut and he put his arms around Mike's neck, pulling him down slightly so he could kiss him. It was a soft, gentle kiss, and Mike nearly fucking died.
Billie pulled away and grinned. "I'm going to bed."
As Billie went to bed, Mike sighed. Sure, he wasn't a bitch any more.
But now he had a whole other problem.
Okay, yes. That was pure bollocks. I am sorry. SORRY.
Author: Me! (Waiting_25)
Pairing: Billie/Mike [OTP]
Rating: PG-13 for now...
Deds: Everyone who has read the previous parts ^__^
Disclaimer: Kay, this is how it is. I might be a fairly quick typer, but I, my friends, am an idiot. I can't work out this LJ stuff. So if the previous parts things works, its a fooking miracle and a half. I apologize for it not working. Er....please commento. Thankyou. =)
Previous Parts:
Part 4 Part 3 Part 2 Part 1
"Have you and Mike fallen out, Billie?"
Jeeez. What is it with that expression? 'Fallen out'. I mean, what the hell?
"Suddenly you care," Billie spat.
"What?"
"As soon as Tom moved in, you've been, like....this great mom, that does everything and has time for her kids," Billie scowled at his mother, "Like you're showing off that you have kids, or something. What's with that, mom? You barely spoke to us for the first two years when dad died. He died, and you..you didn't care anymore. That's all you need, isn't it, mom? A man. Forget the kids, you just want a fucking man."
Ollie stared at her son. "Billie, that's...that's a horrible thing to say!"
Billie was shocked to see his mom rush out of the room crying. He...He hadn't meant to make her cry...
"Well," Mike's voice from the doorway made Billie jump ten feet in the air, "Aren't we Mr. Charm?"
"Blow me." Billie snapped, crossing his arms and scowling even harder into his lap.
"Now, should I take that personally, or would that be caring too much?" Mike asked, sitting at the table with Billie.
"I swear to fuck Mike-"
"Oh God, will you shut up?" Mike rolled his eyes. He leant forward so his face was close to Billie's. "What is it with you? What's with this tough guy routine?"
"Dunno what you're talking about," Billie muttered, looking away.
"Yeah you do." Mike sighed. "Look, shall we just, I dunno, forget about this, Bill? Come on. Wanna go to bed?"
Billie stared at Mike, then stood up. "No! Fuck you!! I don't wanna fucking sleep with you! You think I'm gay! Is that why you sleep with me? Because if you get bored you can have a quick fuck with me and it won't mean anything because I'm so desperate? Is that it?"
"No it fucking isn't!" Mike also stood up. He walked over to Billie and put a hand on each shoulder, shaking him. "I! Am! Your! Friend! So stop acting like I'm your fucking enemy, you bastard!"
Billie sort of...growled, the anger swelling up inside him, and pushed Mike's arms back to his shoulders, forcing Mike up against the wall. He pressed his body against Mike's, glaring into his blue eyes.
"Don't tell me what to do."
"Oh Billie. I'm petrified." Mike whispered.
Billie stopped and looked at Mike. What the fuck was he on, anyway? What was this?
Billie's hard grasp relaxed, and Mike took the opportunity to reverse their positions, so Billie was pressed so hard against the wall he really couldn't move at all.
"Hmmmm. Hmm, just look at that, Billie's a little stuck."
"Get the fuck off of me or you'll regret it."
Feeling Billie struggle made Mike press harder onto his wrists, and seeing his so-called friend wince slightly just excited him a hell of a lot more.
"What the fuck are you two doing?" Allen appeared, looking at the two with disgust. "Fuck man. Go fuck upstairs, or something."
"We're not fucking, Allen," Billie sneered, "Mike just likes to be close to me."
Mike stared at Billie. How fucking dare he? After all he had done for him!! Mike had let his bad behaviour record fall just so he could stay at the same school as Billie, so he could help him with his schoolwork. Let's face it, Billie wasn't dumb: he just didn't care. Mike tried. Fuck yeah, he got into trouble, but he still did his work. Billie just didn't give a toss either way. Mike helped him, because he cared about Billie a hell of a lot and wanted to see him have a good life.
He grabbed Billie's t-shirt, pulled him towards him, and punched him. Not a soft punch; this was a real, anger-filled, full-on thwack in the mouth. Billie's head bounced back into the wall, and when it bounced back Mike saw blood and tear-filled green eyes.
"Bill...I..."
"Mom!" Allen yelled. "Come down here!"
Mike ran upstairs.
"Are...are you okay?" Mike stuttered, his eyes wide at the sight of Billie's bruised lip.
"No." Billie answered, flicking a page in his guitar magazine.
Mike had gone upstairs, and then out of the window, onto the garage roof, and out. He couldn't handle it. It wasn't so much what he had done - it was only a punch, after all, it was hardly murder - it was how he felt.
He felt sad. Distraught. He felt like he'd done something really terrible.
Now it was two a.m., and Mike had crept back through the window to find Billie reading his magazine as if it were the afternoon.
One thing Mike Dirnt hates to do is say "I'm sorry". Even to Billie.
"B-Billie..."
Billie ignored him.
"Please don't ignore me..."
"Well I'm hardly gonna talk to you, am I?" Billie snapped. "Some friend you are."
Mike could point out that actually Billie had just spoken to him, and also that Billie Joe was being the biggest bitch ever, but he just wanted to be friends again, so he didn't. He bit his tongue and watched Billie.
"It's a bit late." Mike said. Bravo Mike. Such an inspriing sentance.
"It's early, actually," Billie commented, "it's ten past two. In the morning."
"Yeah, I know...." Mike sighed. He had to do this, didn't he? Damn. "Look, Billie, I..."
Billie stood up quickly, throwing his magazine across the room. "Fuck off. I'm gonna get a beer."
He made to move but Mike put his arm out to stop him. "No, Billie, wait, just listen-"
"Get off me!"
"Listen to me!!"
"No!!!!"
Mike jumped onto the bed and sat on Billie's hips, a leg on either side, pressing his hands yet again against his wrists to decrease his movement, and glared at him.
"You're gonna listen to what I gotta say, man."
Billie clearly didn't want to. He grunted and struggled and jiggled around underneath Mike and he did it. He rubbed just the right fucking place. If it had been a bit to the left, or the right, or up or down, but noooo...he had to be right there.
Mike blushed bright red, and Billie saw. He grinned wickedly and did it faster.
"Ohhh Miiikeee!"
"Billie stop it!" Mike shrieked.
"Oh my God Mike, ohhh..." Billie threw his head back and groaned. His hands were free - Mike was not only hard, but also really shocked - and he used them to run through Mike's hair as his hips shot up to meet Mike's.
The door flew open, scaring the two boys shitless.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!"
"Shit." Billie murmured. It was Tom.
Mike all but fell to the floor, whereupon he noticed Tom was a) drunk, and b) very, very mad.
"If I've told ya once I've told you a thousand times, no fags in this house!!!" Tom yelled.
"Tom, I swear, we...weren't..."
Tom grabbed Billie's collar and lifted the boy up into the air. Mike watched, horrified, as Billie shook with fear, and then...well. He didn't really know what happened next. But somehow he was no longer on the floor, he was kicking Tom in the crotch and pushing him out of the door.
"Mike!" Billie yelled, grabbing his friend and hugging him so hard.
"Let me in you fucking queers!"
"Tom? Tom, what's happening?"
"Your son and his so-called buddy are fucking having sex!!" Tom screamed.
"We weren't!" The boys yelled back.
Billie was quivering and Mike felt responsible. After all, he had jumped on him.
The boys listened as Ollie coaxed Tom into their bedroom, explaining they'd 'talk about it in the morning'. As fucking if.
Billie slowly let go as the house fell silent. He looked at Mike and bit his top lip.
"I'm sorry," Both boys said.
Mike smiled and leant in to hug him again. Their heads clashed. Both the boys blushed, and moved left, then right, then left again, colliding with each other.
"Er..."
Billie's eyes half shut and he put his arms around Mike's neck, pulling him down slightly so he could kiss him. It was a soft, gentle kiss, and Mike nearly fucking died.
Billie pulled away and grinned. "I'm going to bed."
As Billie went to bed, Mike sighed. Sure, he wasn't a bitch any more.
But now he had a whole other problem.
Okay, yes. That was pure bollocks. I am sorry. SORRY.