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Title: I'll Keep Your Secrets If You Keep Mine, Part 4.
Author: Me! (Waiting_25)
Pairing: Billie/Mike [OTP]
Rating: PG-13 for now...
Deds: Anyone who has read the previous parts ^__^
Disclaimer: I do not, will not, could not and shall not own Green Day. This has no sex [damn it] but some language. Please comment. If anyone could tell me how you link to previous parts, it would be much appreciated. In fifty minutes, I will be fourteen, yayy. Sorry if the LJ doesn't work. Thankyou. =)
"Mom!" Billie called as he staggered into the house with Mike slumped on him.
"Oh dear! Mike! What's happened?!" Ollie appeared, rushing to Mike and leading him to the couch to rest.
"He jumped off the slide and hurt himself," Billie explained. He caught Mike's eye but kept his expression the same.
"Mike, what a silly thing to do." Ollie sighed. "Billie, go fetch me a damp flannel."
Mike watched Billie walk into the kitchen and frowned. Why had he lied? Why hadn't he just told his mom the truth? It was no big deal, was it?
When Billie returned, Ollie dabbed Mike's skin with the flannel. He was surprised out how much it hurt, the swing wasn't exactly lethal.
Ollie sighed. "Billie, can you keep dabbing at Mike's bruise while I go get some soothing cream? Honestly, Mike, jumping off a slide..."
The minute Ollie was out of earshot Mike turned to Billie. "Why d'you lie, man?"
Billie shrugged and ran his hands over Mike's skin. Mike winced. "I just...it sounded so gay, you know?"
"Well you're not exactly all that straight, are ya?" Mike murmured.
Billie dug his fingernail into Mike's hip, causing Mike to shoot upright and gasp. "Shiiit, that hurts, man!!"
Billie just smirked.
"I'm gonna get you," Mike moaned, laying back down, "As soon as I'm better..."
"Well I can hardly blame her, having to live with you," Billie taunted his older brother, "I bet the smell almost drove her to suicide.."
Allen smacked Billie over the head.
"Now Billie," Ollie piped up, "Be a little sensitive!"
Billie just smirked. Allen had arrived in the early hours of Saturday morning to find Mike asleep in his room. He had moved out to live with his girlfriend the day before and, much to the amusement of Billie but the annoyance of Allen, she had ended it before he was even fully unpacked.
Now, at breakfast, after Billie Joe had been properly informed, he was dead set on taking the piss. He took a sip of orange juice, watching Allen flip through the papers, and smirked yet again.
"She had a lucky escape, I say."
Ollie sighed and flipped an egg over. If World War Three started they could damn well cook for themselves.
"Well, I should think you'd be happy about it," Allen said without putting the paper down, "After all, now you and Mikey Boy can sleep together, all cuddled up, every night."
Billie felt his face burning. "Shut up!"
"Boys, stop it now!" Ollie yelled.
Mike chose that moment to make an entrance, wearing only socks and boxers which showed off his bruises.
"Been a little rough with him, have ya Bill?" Allen sniggered.
"Allen," Ollie said warningly.
Mike slumped groggily next to Billie and yawned. "Morning all."
"Mornin'," The boys uttered simultaneously.
"Good morning Mike," Ollie said brightly, "Eggs? Bacon?"
"I'll have the works, if that's okay, Ollie, I'm starving."
Billie was watching Mike. At first he just looked at the bruises, which, by the way, he felt sort of responsible for. After all, it had been him on the swing. But then he looked up and saw the six pack. Well, it wasn't exactly a six pack, but it was there, there was something. Man, when did he get so tall? He looked so much older than Billie. Billie, in a lot of ways, still looked like a kid, but it seemed Mike had gone through The Big Change sooner than him.
Which wasn't fair. AT ALL.
"Here ya go, Mike." Ollie placed a plate in front of Mike.
"How come he gets his first?!" Allen exploded.
"Well, for one, he's quiet, for another, he's polite, and to name another one, Allen, you don't officially live here any more, so I suggest you drop it and wait your turn."
Billie and Mike sniggered. Ollie was so cool sometimes.
And so the question played on Billie's mind. Was he gay? Or bi? Because there was such a fine line, he didn't know at all. Being gay meant he only liked guys, right? So that means he's bi. He likes both. Or does he? If he meets the Right Guy, he'll be gay, it'll be a gay relationship, but if he meets a girl...he's bi. He isn't straight, because he'll still like men, but...
It was all so confusing.
Mike had gone to see his mom, so Billie decided to go to John's. When he got there he was greeted by John himself, who looked, to say the least, high.
"Heyyyy Billieee maaan, come on iiin duude." He slurred.
Billie followed John to the living room. Jason, Ben and Eric were sprawled on the floor, gazing into space and giggling. After a few beers, John offered Billie a splif. Or whatever you wanted to call it.
"I...I, er..." I don't smoke.
But this isn't the same, is it? This isn't a cigarette. This is WEED.
So he took it. He held it wrong, but he took it perfectly, well that's what John said anyway.
"Thas it man, jus let it flooooat awayyyy..."
Billie laid back and let it envelope him. Oh God, yeah..
"I am so gay," He murmured to himself, "I gottsa tell Mike. Mmm, Mike..."
"Whasat about Mike?" Jason piped up. It seemed he was only drunk now.
"Nothin'," Billie giggled.
"Mike has a nice ass," Eric slurred.
"Damn right!" Ben yelled. "Fuck..."
"Ya think?" Billie slurred back.
"Hiz only go' eyes for Bill," John snickered.
The other guys nodded in unision, then the conversation switched to dildos.
A few hours passed of the guys just lounging about doing nothing. Billie had taken a hit a while back and he hadn't drunk since he first arrived; the affects were definitely wearing away. He sat up. He should think about going home soon...
There was a knock at the door. Jason went to get it, and Billie let his head flop back.
"Billie, someone's here for ya..."
Billie sat up and saw Mike stood up, looking round the room. "Uh hey.."
"Hey, I was just about to come home," Billie said, stumbling to his feet, "Bye guyss....Thanks."
The boys murmured their farewells and Billie and Mike left together.
"You know, you shouldn't smoke that stuff without someone being there with ya," Mike said as the pair walked home in the cold.
"What d'ya mean?" Billie frowned. "There was like, five of us, or something, Mike..."
"Yeah but they were all fucking stoned, Bill! They couldn't look after you."
"I don't need looking after!!" Billie yelled as they reached Billie's house.
"Yeah you do, you always do, I'm always the one that has to look after you and make sure you don't get into trouble," Mike hissed.
"What's going on between you two?" Anna asked from the living room.
"Nothing," Came both boy's reply.
Billie glared at Mike and sped up the stairs.
"Billie..." Mike sighed after his friend, following him up the stairs.
When he got up there, Billie was laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, a scowl on his face.
"Look, just forget I said anything, 'kay?" Mike said, sighing again.
"No." Billie said. "You always have to look out for me, huh? I thought that's what friends do?"
"They do, we do...I'm sorry." Mike babbled.
Billie sat up and glared at Mike. "I never ask you to help me out. You just do it. You think this is like, some sort of fairytale land, where friends always stick up for each other? Fuck Mike, this is real life. A friend is just someone who isn't on your back all the time. Except you're always on at me, Mike!! To do this, do that, do well in school, eat healthily...."
"Jeez, I'm not always like that!" Mike snapped. "And excuse me for caring about you, you ungreatful little bastard!"
Billie stood up, squaring up to the taller boy who's fists and teeth were clenched in rage.
"Ungreatful? Ungreatful?! I am not ungreatful! I am just fed up of you telling me what I can and cannot do!"
"I don't tell you what to do!!!" Mike yelled. "I just look out for you 'cause you're my best friend!"
"Well maybe I don't wanna be your best friend any more!"
That last sentance silenced the pair. They'd had a lot of arguments in the past, about many things, ranging from girls to video games to guitars, but neither of them had ever said those words. Because, those words meant that this, this friendship, would end. And neither of them wanted that.
Until now, apparently.
"Well. That's...that's fucking fine by me." Mike said, his voice soft and yet filled with anger. "I'll leave you all alone, shall I? To smoke dope with your loser friends?"
Billie just stared at him. "You...I..."
Please, Mike begged silently, Please Billie, just say you didn't mean it, please, I can't be on my own! Please just take it back Billie...
"You do that, then."
Mike's eyes met Billie's. He bit his lip. How could he hate him? How? Was it even possible?
"I still have to live here," Mike's voice seemed to be controlling itself, "I pay rent, so I still live here, and until Allen decides to shift himself, I live in this room."
Billie shrugged and sat back down. "Fine by me, just don't you go telling me where to dump my clothes, okay?"
Mike sighed and sat down on the floor. That was about the time he came to the conclusion that Billie Joe Armstrong is a bitch.
Kay, so, sorry it's short, and again if anyone can just tell me how you post links to previous parts, mucho appreciated :) Hope ya enjoy. I have plans for this story! *evil laugh* so bear with me, come on, it has to have a background, right? And please do tell me what you didn't like too.
Author: Me! (Waiting_25)
Pairing: Billie/Mike [OTP]
Rating: PG-13 for now...
Deds: Anyone who has read the previous parts ^__^
Disclaimer: I do not, will not, could not and shall not own Green Day. This has no sex [damn it] but some language. Please comment. If anyone could tell me how you link to previous parts, it would be much appreciated. In fifty minutes, I will be fourteen, yayy. Sorry if the LJ doesn't work. Thankyou. =)
"Mom!" Billie called as he staggered into the house with Mike slumped on him.
"Oh dear! Mike! What's happened?!" Ollie appeared, rushing to Mike and leading him to the couch to rest.
"He jumped off the slide and hurt himself," Billie explained. He caught Mike's eye but kept his expression the same.
"Mike, what a silly thing to do." Ollie sighed. "Billie, go fetch me a damp flannel."
Mike watched Billie walk into the kitchen and frowned. Why had he lied? Why hadn't he just told his mom the truth? It was no big deal, was it?
When Billie returned, Ollie dabbed Mike's skin with the flannel. He was surprised out how much it hurt, the swing wasn't exactly lethal.
Ollie sighed. "Billie, can you keep dabbing at Mike's bruise while I go get some soothing cream? Honestly, Mike, jumping off a slide..."
The minute Ollie was out of earshot Mike turned to Billie. "Why d'you lie, man?"
Billie shrugged and ran his hands over Mike's skin. Mike winced. "I just...it sounded so gay, you know?"
"Well you're not exactly all that straight, are ya?" Mike murmured.
Billie dug his fingernail into Mike's hip, causing Mike to shoot upright and gasp. "Shiiit, that hurts, man!!"
Billie just smirked.
"I'm gonna get you," Mike moaned, laying back down, "As soon as I'm better..."
"Well I can hardly blame her, having to live with you," Billie taunted his older brother, "I bet the smell almost drove her to suicide.."
Allen smacked Billie over the head.
"Now Billie," Ollie piped up, "Be a little sensitive!"
Billie just smirked. Allen had arrived in the early hours of Saturday morning to find Mike asleep in his room. He had moved out to live with his girlfriend the day before and, much to the amusement of Billie but the annoyance of Allen, she had ended it before he was even fully unpacked.
Now, at breakfast, after Billie Joe had been properly informed, he was dead set on taking the piss. He took a sip of orange juice, watching Allen flip through the papers, and smirked yet again.
"She had a lucky escape, I say."
Ollie sighed and flipped an egg over. If World War Three started they could damn well cook for themselves.
"Well, I should think you'd be happy about it," Allen said without putting the paper down, "After all, now you and Mikey Boy can sleep together, all cuddled up, every night."
Billie felt his face burning. "Shut up!"
"Boys, stop it now!" Ollie yelled.
Mike chose that moment to make an entrance, wearing only socks and boxers which showed off his bruises.
"Been a little rough with him, have ya Bill?" Allen sniggered.
"Allen," Ollie said warningly.
Mike slumped groggily next to Billie and yawned. "Morning all."
"Mornin'," The boys uttered simultaneously.
"Good morning Mike," Ollie said brightly, "Eggs? Bacon?"
"I'll have the works, if that's okay, Ollie, I'm starving."
Billie was watching Mike. At first he just looked at the bruises, which, by the way, he felt sort of responsible for. After all, it had been him on the swing. But then he looked up and saw the six pack. Well, it wasn't exactly a six pack, but it was there, there was something. Man, when did he get so tall? He looked so much older than Billie. Billie, in a lot of ways, still looked like a kid, but it seemed Mike had gone through The Big Change sooner than him.
Which wasn't fair. AT ALL.
"Here ya go, Mike." Ollie placed a plate in front of Mike.
"How come he gets his first?!" Allen exploded.
"Well, for one, he's quiet, for another, he's polite, and to name another one, Allen, you don't officially live here any more, so I suggest you drop it and wait your turn."
Billie and Mike sniggered. Ollie was so cool sometimes.
And so the question played on Billie's mind. Was he gay? Or bi? Because there was such a fine line, he didn't know at all. Being gay meant he only liked guys, right? So that means he's bi. He likes both. Or does he? If he meets the Right Guy, he'll be gay, it'll be a gay relationship, but if he meets a girl...he's bi. He isn't straight, because he'll still like men, but...
It was all so confusing.
Mike had gone to see his mom, so Billie decided to go to John's. When he got there he was greeted by John himself, who looked, to say the least, high.
"Heyyyy Billieee maaan, come on iiin duude." He slurred.
Billie followed John to the living room. Jason, Ben and Eric were sprawled on the floor, gazing into space and giggling. After a few beers, John offered Billie a splif. Or whatever you wanted to call it.
"I...I, er..." I don't smoke.
But this isn't the same, is it? This isn't a cigarette. This is WEED.
So he took it. He held it wrong, but he took it perfectly, well that's what John said anyway.
"Thas it man, jus let it flooooat awayyyy..."
Billie laid back and let it envelope him. Oh God, yeah..
"I am so gay," He murmured to himself, "I gottsa tell Mike. Mmm, Mike..."
"Whasat about Mike?" Jason piped up. It seemed he was only drunk now.
"Nothin'," Billie giggled.
"Mike has a nice ass," Eric slurred.
"Damn right!" Ben yelled. "Fuck..."
"Ya think?" Billie slurred back.
"Hiz only go' eyes for Bill," John snickered.
The other guys nodded in unision, then the conversation switched to dildos.
A few hours passed of the guys just lounging about doing nothing. Billie had taken a hit a while back and he hadn't drunk since he first arrived; the affects were definitely wearing away. He sat up. He should think about going home soon...
There was a knock at the door. Jason went to get it, and Billie let his head flop back.
"Billie, someone's here for ya..."
Billie sat up and saw Mike stood up, looking round the room. "Uh hey.."
"Hey, I was just about to come home," Billie said, stumbling to his feet, "Bye guyss....Thanks."
The boys murmured their farewells and Billie and Mike left together.
"You know, you shouldn't smoke that stuff without someone being there with ya," Mike said as the pair walked home in the cold.
"What d'ya mean?" Billie frowned. "There was like, five of us, or something, Mike..."
"Yeah but they were all fucking stoned, Bill! They couldn't look after you."
"I don't need looking after!!" Billie yelled as they reached Billie's house.
"Yeah you do, you always do, I'm always the one that has to look after you and make sure you don't get into trouble," Mike hissed.
"What's going on between you two?" Anna asked from the living room.
"Nothing," Came both boy's reply.
Billie glared at Mike and sped up the stairs.
"Billie..." Mike sighed after his friend, following him up the stairs.
When he got up there, Billie was laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, a scowl on his face.
"Look, just forget I said anything, 'kay?" Mike said, sighing again.
"No." Billie said. "You always have to look out for me, huh? I thought that's what friends do?"
"They do, we do...I'm sorry." Mike babbled.
Billie sat up and glared at Mike. "I never ask you to help me out. You just do it. You think this is like, some sort of fairytale land, where friends always stick up for each other? Fuck Mike, this is real life. A friend is just someone who isn't on your back all the time. Except you're always on at me, Mike!! To do this, do that, do well in school, eat healthily...."
"Jeez, I'm not always like that!" Mike snapped. "And excuse me for caring about you, you ungreatful little bastard!"
Billie stood up, squaring up to the taller boy who's fists and teeth were clenched in rage.
"Ungreatful? Ungreatful?! I am not ungreatful! I am just fed up of you telling me what I can and cannot do!"
"I don't tell you what to do!!!" Mike yelled. "I just look out for you 'cause you're my best friend!"
"Well maybe I don't wanna be your best friend any more!"
That last sentance silenced the pair. They'd had a lot of arguments in the past, about many things, ranging from girls to video games to guitars, but neither of them had ever said those words. Because, those words meant that this, this friendship, would end. And neither of them wanted that.
Until now, apparently.
"Well. That's...that's fucking fine by me." Mike said, his voice soft and yet filled with anger. "I'll leave you all alone, shall I? To smoke dope with your loser friends?"
Billie just stared at him. "You...I..."
Please, Mike begged silently, Please Billie, just say you didn't mean it, please, I can't be on my own! Please just take it back Billie...
"You do that, then."
Mike's eyes met Billie's. He bit his lip. How could he hate him? How? Was it even possible?
"I still have to live here," Mike's voice seemed to be controlling itself, "I pay rent, so I still live here, and until Allen decides to shift himself, I live in this room."
Billie shrugged and sat back down. "Fine by me, just don't you go telling me where to dump my clothes, okay?"
Mike sighed and sat down on the floor. That was about the time he came to the conclusion that Billie Joe Armstrong is a bitch.
Kay, so, sorry it's short, and again if anyone can just tell me how you post links to previous parts, mucho appreciated :) Hope ya enjoy. I have plans for this story! *evil laugh* so bear with me, come on, it has to have a background, right? And please do tell me what you didn't like too.