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Title: Closeted, Chapter 1 : Teenagers
Author: Ris, or Staysea, as always.
Rating: Light R.
Pairing: Youngish Billie/Mike
Disclaimer: Fan Fiction. Say it with me. Fictionnnnn.
Notes: Wikipedia inspired the title. Not so much fluffy as the whole "oh my god coming out of the closet" thing.
Deds: Wikipedia. Joe Strummer. The wonderful and powerful bass god Mike Dirnt.
I guess there was always sort of a sexual tension between us. It was plain to see, but nobody really pointed things out. No one said, “Is Billie Joe your boyfriend?”. They could’ve been afraid of us, or maybe they didn’t say shit because Billie was on the football team.
The way things work out for us as teenagers, is everyone wants to find out who’s gay and who’s going out and who’s getting laid so much, that the shit the teachers are blabbing about in your classes isn’t what you’re learning at all. Instead you learn about how Emily and Kip’s date last night went.
But now it’s a whole other story. My mom caught Billie and I kissing today. We haven’t been exactly playing music much lately during band, if you know what I mean.
Billie brought up the whole idea at first as practice (for when we get girlfriends, he said), but now it’s routine and we both don’t really give a shit about girls anymore, even though we haven’t fucked or anything yet. Today, though, we got pretty damn far. Billie’s shirt was off and everything.
We were lying on the couch, bodies parallel, arms wrapped around, legs knotted together. His lips were glued to mine; no one but us existed. There were no problems. No regrets nagging at the back of our minds. The basement was a haven until she stepped in.
“Mike, it’s time for din-- ” She called, but stopped mid-sentence. "Oh."
I hated that. The way she just cut off. I unlatched from Billie and stood up, just in time to see her disappear, wide-eyed and mouth agape, behind the basement door.
I turned to Billie, who was glowing pink. He picked his wrinkled shirt off the ground, slid it on over his head, and jumped off of the couch. “I should go. See you later.” His voice shook with every word.
I nodded dumbly as he headed out through the garage door, instead of the one in the kitchen which he came through. I got up too, and walked upstairs.
I sat down at the table without looking up and picked at my food to keep my mind off of everything.
“Mike, Bill’s not staying for dinner?” My stepdad said gruffly.
“Uhhh. No.” I stare at the fluffy mounds of mashed potato on the left side of the plate.
“Look up at me, boy. What’s wrong?”
I turned my gaze upward and bite my lip shyly. It’s still wet with a tiny bit of saliva.
“I’m fine.” I manage to actually take a mouthful of chicken and swallow with difficulty.
He doesn’t want to take no for an answer, but my mom puts her hand on his shoulder as if to give him a quiet signal to shut it and he says, “Alright.”
I shove down the rest of my food, get up from the table, and walk as fast as possibly upstairs. I could feel both of their eyes burning into the back of my head, probably both thinking, “What’s wrong with him?”
I flopped down on my bed and grabbed the first thing I saw laying on the ground: an unmarked cassette. I shoved it in the tape deck that was lying convieniently next to it. I automatically knew what it was from the opening notes.
“London calling to the faraway towns…”
I made a copy of this for Billie back in February a few years ago as a birthday present. London Calling has to be my favorite album, by far. It’s funny. Nearly everything I own was given to me by Billie or reminds me of him.
There’s a knock at the door, and my mom’s face appears, apparently expecting some other chaotic event to happen. I quickly stopped the deck.
She sighs in relief and strolls over to the bed where I’m sitting.
“I just wanted to tell you, it’s okay that you’re gay, but you didn’t have to keep it from me.” She sits down.
“But, mom. I’m not. I don’t know what or who I am anymore. I like Billie, but maybe it’s just an effing phase…” I answer.
“Mike, I don’t know what to say. I doubt that it’s a phase. But it’s okay. You find out who you are, gay or straight, and I’m sure you’re gonna be a great person either way.” She said soothingly.
I nodded as she gets up and heads out. Her job is done, but mine isn’t. I know her words are true, but I don’t feel any better. I don’t want it to be my whole damn goal in life to figure out my sexuality. And what about Billie? If he comes out and tells Ollie and Brad, what will they say?
Author: Ris, or Staysea, as always.
Rating: Light R.
Pairing: Youngish Billie/Mike
Disclaimer: Fan Fiction. Say it with me. Fictionnnnn.
Notes: Wikipedia inspired the title. Not so much fluffy as the whole "oh my god coming out of the closet" thing.
Deds: Wikipedia. Joe Strummer. The wonderful and powerful bass god Mike Dirnt.
I guess there was always sort of a sexual tension between us. It was plain to see, but nobody really pointed things out. No one said, “Is Billie Joe your boyfriend?”. They could’ve been afraid of us, or maybe they didn’t say shit because Billie was on the football team.
The way things work out for us as teenagers, is everyone wants to find out who’s gay and who’s going out and who’s getting laid so much, that the shit the teachers are blabbing about in your classes isn’t what you’re learning at all. Instead you learn about how Emily and Kip’s date last night went.
But now it’s a whole other story. My mom caught Billie and I kissing today. We haven’t been exactly playing music much lately during band, if you know what I mean.
Billie brought up the whole idea at first as practice (for when we get girlfriends, he said), but now it’s routine and we both don’t really give a shit about girls anymore, even though we haven’t fucked or anything yet. Today, though, we got pretty damn far. Billie’s shirt was off and everything.
We were lying on the couch, bodies parallel, arms wrapped around, legs knotted together. His lips were glued to mine; no one but us existed. There were no problems. No regrets nagging at the back of our minds. The basement was a haven until she stepped in.
“Mike, it’s time for din-- ” She called, but stopped mid-sentence. "Oh."
I hated that. The way she just cut off. I unlatched from Billie and stood up, just in time to see her disappear, wide-eyed and mouth agape, behind the basement door.
I turned to Billie, who was glowing pink. He picked his wrinkled shirt off the ground, slid it on over his head, and jumped off of the couch. “I should go. See you later.” His voice shook with every word.
I nodded dumbly as he headed out through the garage door, instead of the one in the kitchen which he came through. I got up too, and walked upstairs.
I sat down at the table without looking up and picked at my food to keep my mind off of everything.
“Mike, Bill’s not staying for dinner?” My stepdad said gruffly.
“Uhhh. No.” I stare at the fluffy mounds of mashed potato on the left side of the plate.
“Look up at me, boy. What’s wrong?”
I turned my gaze upward and bite my lip shyly. It’s still wet with a tiny bit of saliva.
“I’m fine.” I manage to actually take a mouthful of chicken and swallow with difficulty.
He doesn’t want to take no for an answer, but my mom puts her hand on his shoulder as if to give him a quiet signal to shut it and he says, “Alright.”
I shove down the rest of my food, get up from the table, and walk as fast as possibly upstairs. I could feel both of their eyes burning into the back of my head, probably both thinking, “What’s wrong with him?”
I flopped down on my bed and grabbed the first thing I saw laying on the ground: an unmarked cassette. I shoved it in the tape deck that was lying convieniently next to it. I automatically knew what it was from the opening notes.
“London calling to the faraway towns…”
I made a copy of this for Billie back in February a few years ago as a birthday present. London Calling has to be my favorite album, by far. It’s funny. Nearly everything I own was given to me by Billie or reminds me of him.
There’s a knock at the door, and my mom’s face appears, apparently expecting some other chaotic event to happen. I quickly stopped the deck.
She sighs in relief and strolls over to the bed where I’m sitting.
“I just wanted to tell you, it’s okay that you’re gay, but you didn’t have to keep it from me.” She sits down.
“But, mom. I’m not. I don’t know what or who I am anymore. I like Billie, but maybe it’s just an effing phase…” I answer.
“Mike, I don’t know what to say. I doubt that it’s a phase. But it’s okay. You find out who you are, gay or straight, and I’m sure you’re gonna be a great person either way.” She said soothingly.
I nodded as she gets up and heads out. Her job is done, but mine isn’t. I know her words are true, but I don’t feel any better. I don’t want it to be my whole damn goal in life to figure out my sexuality. And what about Billie? If he comes out and tells Ollie and Brad, what will they say?