All That Matters Is That They Fell- Chapter Three
Prologue: The Dirty ((Big)) Secret
Chapter One: The Road Taken
Title: Chapter Two: The Pick Up
Author: Me, lupinsmoon12391
Format: Multi-chapter; I think 5 or 6.
Rating (this chapter): Like, PG-13 (an erection, yay!)
Pairing: Teen!Mike/Teen!Billie
Disclaimer: Nada, bitches.
Warnings: I'm going backwards. Which means the prologue happened last.
Summary: All that matters is that they fell...
Author's Note: My first multi-chapter since losing my stories on gdslash.net, and the second thing I've ever posted here. Written during the teen years, which means no wives and kids. Will be sketchy details-wise, and focus mainly on the slashiness itself. NEW CHAPTER in, like, FOREVER! Let's chicken dance and ass fuck like there's no tomorrow!
Chapter Two: The Pick Up
Billie Joe had first gained a crush Shandi when he'd been in 7th grade, but, as most middle school crushes go, it had faded, and fast.
When Billie was in high school, he noticed her again. Mike was busy impersonating an ostrich, searching for hidden treasure or something in his locker, and Billie was standing next to him, leaning against a neighboring locker, desperately wishing he was brave enough to smoke in school, just to give himself that extra cool factor.
“Hey, Mike.” He nudged his taller friend.
“Hmm?”
“I think I like Shandi again.” Billie pointed across the hall, to where Shandi was at her own open locker, talking to another boy. Mike removed his head and followed his friend's extended arm. He spotted her and sighed.
“You like a new girl every week, Billie, is this supposed to surprise me?”
“Ugh, look at John. Talking to her. Dumb ass football player.” Billie continued in spite of his friend's comment.
Mike sighed again. “You used to be a dumb ass football player, Billie Joe.” He disappeared back into his locker and pulled out his algebra book. “There you go!” he exclaimed, adjusting it amongst the other books and binder he was holding.
“But I'm not anymore. That's all that matters. Hey! Look! He's gone. I'm gonna go say hi to her.”
“Okay, Billie,” Mike said absentmindedly, waving him off, but Billie had already ventured through the river of students to land on Shandi's side. Mike stepped forward to hear what they were saying, realizing why he so strongly disliked the idea of Billie talking to her.
“Hi, Shandi.” Billie stopped before her and smiled his most charming.
“Hey, Billie Joe. What's up?”
“Not much. Just devastated.” Billie sighed and looked at his hands.
Mike put his head against a near-by locker with a clank. He rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming.
“Why are you sad, Billie Joe?” Shandi asked, sounding skeptical.
“I just found out,” Billie looked up at her then, eyes big, green, and unbelievingly pretty and Mike acquired an odd feeling in his stomach, “that I have absolutely nothing to do this weekend.”
“I'm so heartbroken for you.” Shandi chuckled, shutting her locker.
“It sucks.”
“It does,” Shandi concurred.
“But I suppose you couldn't fix that problem.” Billie sighed. “You're probably hanging with John this weekend.”
“And why would you think that, Billie Joe?” Shandi asked, putting her hand on her hip. Mike closed his eyes, aware that his friend had successfully lured his prey in.
“Should I not think that?” Billie asked, raising his eyebrows.
“You're a moron.” Shandi shoved Billie then, playfully, giggling.
Billie grabbed her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers. “So, you wanna go to the movies this weekend?”
“What are we going to go see?” she asked.
“Whatever the hell you want.” Billie winked.
The bell rang, and Shandi pulled her hands away from Billie's. “Here's my number. I've got a minute to get to class and I can't afford another tardy.” She ripped a sheet of paper out one of her spirals and hastily scribbled out her phone number.
Billie took it and smiled. “Catch you later, babe.”
“Bye, Billie Joe.” She giggled once more before running off down the hall, towards her class.
Billie walked towards Mike holding the piece of paper above his head, shaking his hips in a partial-victory dance.
“Yes, yes, I get it. You got Shandi's number.”
“She'd just rather fuck a dude in a rock band than a football player,” Billie Joe decided aloud, pulling his black leather wallet out of his back pocket, folding the piece of paper and slipping it inside, before putting the wallet back.
“Are you going to Algebra or not?”
“I'm skipping, I think.”
“So you're just gonna go have fun, make me take notes, and then call me the night before a test, 'Mike give me your notes so I can make a cheat sheet?'”
“Have you displayed dismay with this system before?”
Mike rolled his eyes again. “Whatever, Billie Joe. Catch you later.” Mike turned to leave.
“Mike!” Billie exclaimed, grabbing his friend and pushing him up against the lockers.
“God damn, Billie Joe!” Mike frowned.
“Sorry. Got a bit carried away. But I just got an idea! Why don't we just skip for the rest of the day! You haven't skipped in forever. And I get bored and lonely, anyways.”
“I like not missing class.”
The tardy bell rang then, and the few students left in the halls finally dispersed, reluctantly going to class. Billie Joe and Mike remained stagnant, Billie pressed against Mike.
“Come.” Billie leaned in and whispered to Mike, his breath warm and smelling distinctly of cola. “Please.”
And then Mike felt a rush of something run through his body. A feeling all too familiar and he shoved his friend off. “Get the fuck off me, Billie!” he cried. “Just leave me the fuck alone!”
Dropping his books and not even caring, Mike ran down the school hallway, feet echoing against the tile. Where the fuck is the bathroom?
There!
Mike ran in and slammed himself in a stall
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought, sliding down to the floor. I have---I have another fucking hard on because of Billie Joe.
He wanted Billie Joe. He liked him as more than a friend. He wanted to do things with him two dudes should never do. He felt like crying.
“Mike?” He heard the door open, and quickly covered his crotch.
“Yes?” he forced himself to reply.
“Are you blowing chunks?” Billie asked. “You ran off like you were sick.”
Mike sighed and thanked the heavens that he had an excuse.
“Yeah, dude. For some reason I just got really sick.”
“Man, you must have a bug or something.”
“Something.”
“Well, anyways. I brought you your books.” Billie slid them under the door, and Mike felt himself smile.
“Thanks, Billie.”
“Are you gonna be okay, man?”
Mike looked at his crotch; he was still visibly aroused, though it was dimming.
“Yeah---I, uh, think so.”
“Do you still want to hang?”
“Nah- You go ahead.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“I just said yeah, didn’t I?”
“I’m just checking.”
“Go on, man.”
“Bye, Mike.”
“Goodbye, Billie Joe.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
“Just fucking go, idiot!” Mike laughed, and Billie did too.
“Bye, man.” Billie really left that time, and Mike braved to leave the stall. He washed his hands in the sink. For some reason he felt really dirty.
He stared at himself in the mirror.
“You are a fucking pervert, man.”
Chapter One: The Road Taken
Title: Chapter Two: The Pick Up
Author: Me, lupinsmoon12391
Format: Multi-chapter; I think 5 or 6.
Rating (this chapter): Like, PG-13 (an erection, yay!)
Pairing: Teen!Mike/Teen!Billie
Disclaimer: Nada, bitches.
Warnings: I'm going backwards. Which means the prologue happened last.
Summary: All that matters is that they fell...
Author's Note: My first multi-chapter since losing my stories on gdslash.net, and the second thing I've ever posted here. Written during the teen years, which means no wives and kids. Will be sketchy details-wise, and focus mainly on the slashiness itself. NEW CHAPTER in, like, FOREVER! Let's chicken dance and ass fuck like there's no tomorrow!
Chapter Two: The Pick Up
Billie Joe had first gained a crush Shandi when he'd been in 7th grade, but, as most middle school crushes go, it had faded, and fast.
When Billie was in high school, he noticed her again. Mike was busy impersonating an ostrich, searching for hidden treasure or something in his locker, and Billie was standing next to him, leaning against a neighboring locker, desperately wishing he was brave enough to smoke in school, just to give himself that extra cool factor.
“Hey, Mike.” He nudged his taller friend.
“Hmm?”
“I think I like Shandi again.” Billie pointed across the hall, to where Shandi was at her own open locker, talking to another boy. Mike removed his head and followed his friend's extended arm. He spotted her and sighed.
“You like a new girl every week, Billie, is this supposed to surprise me?”
“Ugh, look at John. Talking to her. Dumb ass football player.” Billie continued in spite of his friend's comment.
Mike sighed again. “You used to be a dumb ass football player, Billie Joe.” He disappeared back into his locker and pulled out his algebra book. “There you go!” he exclaimed, adjusting it amongst the other books and binder he was holding.
“But I'm not anymore. That's all that matters. Hey! Look! He's gone. I'm gonna go say hi to her.”
“Okay, Billie,” Mike said absentmindedly, waving him off, but Billie had already ventured through the river of students to land on Shandi's side. Mike stepped forward to hear what they were saying, realizing why he so strongly disliked the idea of Billie talking to her.
“Hi, Shandi.” Billie stopped before her and smiled his most charming.
“Hey, Billie Joe. What's up?”
“Not much. Just devastated.” Billie sighed and looked at his hands.
Mike put his head against a near-by locker with a clank. He rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming.
“Why are you sad, Billie Joe?” Shandi asked, sounding skeptical.
“I just found out,” Billie looked up at her then, eyes big, green, and unbelievingly pretty and Mike acquired an odd feeling in his stomach, “that I have absolutely nothing to do this weekend.”
“I'm so heartbroken for you.” Shandi chuckled, shutting her locker.
“It sucks.”
“It does,” Shandi concurred.
“But I suppose you couldn't fix that problem.” Billie sighed. “You're probably hanging with John this weekend.”
“And why would you think that, Billie Joe?” Shandi asked, putting her hand on her hip. Mike closed his eyes, aware that his friend had successfully lured his prey in.
“Should I not think that?” Billie asked, raising his eyebrows.
“You're a moron.” Shandi shoved Billie then, playfully, giggling.
Billie grabbed her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers. “So, you wanna go to the movies this weekend?”
“What are we going to go see?” she asked.
“Whatever the hell you want.” Billie winked.
The bell rang, and Shandi pulled her hands away from Billie's. “Here's my number. I've got a minute to get to class and I can't afford another tardy.” She ripped a sheet of paper out one of her spirals and hastily scribbled out her phone number.
Billie took it and smiled. “Catch you later, babe.”
“Bye, Billie Joe.” She giggled once more before running off down the hall, towards her class.
Billie walked towards Mike holding the piece of paper above his head, shaking his hips in a partial-victory dance.
“Yes, yes, I get it. You got Shandi's number.”
“She'd just rather fuck a dude in a rock band than a football player,” Billie Joe decided aloud, pulling his black leather wallet out of his back pocket, folding the piece of paper and slipping it inside, before putting the wallet back.
“Are you going to Algebra or not?”
“I'm skipping, I think.”
“So you're just gonna go have fun, make me take notes, and then call me the night before a test, 'Mike give me your notes so I can make a cheat sheet?'”
“Have you displayed dismay with this system before?”
Mike rolled his eyes again. “Whatever, Billie Joe. Catch you later.” Mike turned to leave.
“Mike!” Billie exclaimed, grabbing his friend and pushing him up against the lockers.
“God damn, Billie Joe!” Mike frowned.
“Sorry. Got a bit carried away. But I just got an idea! Why don't we just skip for the rest of the day! You haven't skipped in forever. And I get bored and lonely, anyways.”
“I like not missing class.”
The tardy bell rang then, and the few students left in the halls finally dispersed, reluctantly going to class. Billie Joe and Mike remained stagnant, Billie pressed against Mike.
“Come.” Billie leaned in and whispered to Mike, his breath warm and smelling distinctly of cola. “Please.”
And then Mike felt a rush of something run through his body. A feeling all too familiar and he shoved his friend off. “Get the fuck off me, Billie!” he cried. “Just leave me the fuck alone!”
Dropping his books and not even caring, Mike ran down the school hallway, feet echoing against the tile. Where the fuck is the bathroom?
There!
Mike ran in and slammed himself in a stall
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought, sliding down to the floor. I have---I have another fucking hard on because of Billie Joe.
He wanted Billie Joe. He liked him as more than a friend. He wanted to do things with him two dudes should never do. He felt like crying.
“Mike?” He heard the door open, and quickly covered his crotch.
“Yes?” he forced himself to reply.
“Are you blowing chunks?” Billie asked. “You ran off like you were sick.”
Mike sighed and thanked the heavens that he had an excuse.
“Yeah, dude. For some reason I just got really sick.”
“Man, you must have a bug or something.”
“Something.”
“Well, anyways. I brought you your books.” Billie slid them under the door, and Mike felt himself smile.
“Thanks, Billie.”
“Are you gonna be okay, man?”
Mike looked at his crotch; he was still visibly aroused, though it was dimming.
“Yeah---I, uh, think so.”
“Do you still want to hang?”
“Nah- You go ahead.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“I just said yeah, didn’t I?”
“I’m just checking.”
“Go on, man.”
“Bye, Mike.”
“Goodbye, Billie Joe.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
“Just fucking go, idiot!” Mike laughed, and Billie did too.
“Bye, man.” Billie really left that time, and Mike braved to leave the stall. He washed his hands in the sink. For some reason he felt really dirty.
He stared at himself in the mirror.
“You are a fucking pervert, man.”