Round Robin Fanfic?

[St. Jimmy]

probably not....



YAY THE FIRST PART! *stupid squee*

[bonno]

Poor Clea. But don't worry, you'll have fabulous random fanfic to read!

[St. Jimmy]

lol yeah... oh g-d, I can only imagine how crazy this story'll be.

[carkey]

*shyly* I'm doone...

[Phankam]

YAY!! POST IT! ;D

[carkey]

I hope it's not too confusing. And that it's okay for the round robin. I haven't written fanfic for about four years, eep.

Well, here it is; no title as of yet.

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It must have been past midnight when Billie Joe stormed into his home that cold Thursday evening. Mike couldn’t recall how long he had been waiting on his couch, but it didn’t matter as he stood to greet him.

“Billie-”

“Mike,” he croaked, and it was then Mike saw what a wreck Billie was. His hair was frazzled, eyeliner smudged far below his eyes as a result of a long day. Brilliant green eyes were dull and worried, a youthful face suddenly old.

Mike backed up to stand in front of Billie’s fireplace, watching Billie as he collapsed on his couch, head in hands. He didn’t make a sound, so Mike just watched. And waited.

But it wasn’t Billie who made the first noise, but soft slippers paddling their way into the room, carrying Adrienne, radiant even half asleep. She was a true beauty inside and out, and Mike knew Billie was lucky to have found her. Her eyes were wide with concern and fear.

“Baby, what’s going on? I heard-”

“I can’t.” A muffled voice came through Billie’s slumped form, and it was evident to Mike he was having trouble controlling his emotions. Mike was curious, and fearful all in one. What had gotten Billie this worked up?

“I can’t...do anything. Say anything.” He moaned.

“It’s okay, man. We’re here for you.” Mike tried to comfort.

Adrienne glanced Mike’s way, and her eyes filled with more sorrow.

“Honey...”

“Just...leave me alone, okay? I need to be alone.” He looked up, from her, to Mike, to her again. His gaze was tired, and pleading.

Adrienne nodded, and whispered, “Make sure you don’t wake the kids,”

She cast a final glance towards Mike before quietly returning upstairs.

Green eyes met Mike’s blue once more.

“I’m not going anywhere, Bill.” he said softly, “You’ve got to tell me what’s up.”

Silence.

“You’re a stupid fuck, you know.”

Mike was puzzled. “What did I-”

“You’re so FUCKING stupid, Mike!”

Mike shut up. If there was something he had learned in the years of friendship with Billie Joe Armstrong, it was not to interrupt him when he was pissed at you. The transition from hopeless to spitting angry had been a little quick for Mike’s liking.

Billie’s voice fell to a mumble, as if he were talking to himself rather than Mike.

“Stupid shit...”

Mike wracked his brain for a reason for this tongue lashing, but honestly couldn’t think of a single thing he had done that Billie hadn’t already yelled at him for. And this didn’t seem like a stolen shirt or busted CD incident, either.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Billie’s eyes were misty as they looked right through Mike. “You had to have known, you had to. Why, Mike? I could have...” he trailed off, gaze wandering as he became lost in his own thoughts. He absentmindedly chewed a nail.

“Why the fuck not, Mike...”

“Shit, what in hell are you talking about, Billie?” Mike burst.

Silence.

“Don’t ignore me Billie, you’re acting like Jakob. Just tell me, we’re adults here.” Mike was annoyed by his friend’s childish actions.

Billie looked at him again, eyes ablaze. Jumping up, he stopped mere feet in front of Mike. He never broke their stare.

“You were never so open about stuff, were you Mike? You always kept secrets. But before, you didn’t keep important shit from me, Mike. So why did you start now? With this?” His anger rose with each word he spoke.

“Is our friendship nothing? Am I nothing? FUCK...” Billie threw his right arm back and Mike braced himself for the impact of a punch, like he had done so many times before in his lifestyle.

But Billie’s fist stopped an inch from his face, and dropped to his side. Mike exhaled, but said nothing. Billie’s head hung.

Mike, though confused beyond belief, felt a rush of compassion for his troubled friend. He raised his arm to put it on Billie’s shoulder, but as it hovered above its destination, Mike was stopped by the sound of a doorbell ringing.

“You got that?” He asked Billie, “Who would be here at this time?”

Billie paid no heed to Mike’s words, but simply stared fearfully towards the door before striding towards it.

“No...” he murmured. Mike followed closely behind.

Billie opened the door, and Mike was shocked by what he saw.

It was a forlorn looking Tre, eyes wet and shoulders slumped, as if defeated.

“Fuck, guys, what is going on?” Mike cried.

Billie stared at Tre, “No, no Tre, don’t you say it Tre-”

“They wanted to call you, but I wouldn’t let them tell anyone until I got here first. I wanted to be the one to tell you, Billie.” Tre was quiet.

“Oh God, is it one of the kids? Frankie? Joey? Estelle?” Mike was desperate for answers, his blood cold with fear.

“You told me to go home, Tre. You said he’d stay the same.” Billie trembled incontrollably.

“It was just a few minutes after you left...I’m so sorry, Bill. God, I’m so fucking sorry.”

Mike’s eyes widened. “It’s Jason, isn’t it? Jason?”

“No, no Tre, because I was just talking to Mike, I chewed him out good, I did, he won’t do shit like that again, you know...” Billie continued to ramble until Tre pulled him into a tight, clutching, needy hug.

“No, Bill.”

The next words that would come out of Tre’s mouth would echo in his mind as long as he could remember.

“Bill, Mikey died, man. He’s dead.”

Mike’s mouth went dry instantly. No, he wasn’t dead. Billie and Adie had both looked right at him...

Mike whirled around to look at where he had been standing- to see a large picture of him sitting above the fireplace, alongside family and Tre photos.

It was the picture they had looked at.

But it couldn’t be. He placed a shaking hand on Billie’s trembling form inside of Tre’s arms- but it passed right through. Neither men even flinched.

Mike’s eyes widened as he stumbled back muttering but a word;

“Fuck.”

~

It wasn't as good as in my head, but hey. Let me know if you think it's appropriate for our story.

[rockandrollmyworld]

*gasps audibly* NOOOO MIKE CAN'T BE DEAD *checks secret hiding spot* whew! He's alive!

[Phankam]

OH DAMN!! MIKE CAN'T BE DEAD! .... me loooved it! sounds like a great idea for the round robin fanfic =)!

[carkey]

He's dead, but you can still write him because he stuck around for some reason- which is the fanfic! =D

Thanks. <3

[rockandrollmyworld]

I know....I was commenting on the fact that he's still alive in my real world