Thanks Mike

He ran. He ran faster than he thought he ever could. he ran until his lungs felt like they were exploding, like his heart would give and he would fall to the ground in a heap of blood tears and pain. he was crying so hard he felt like his eyes would slip right out of his eye sockets. once he burst through the door he darted up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him. he glanced over at the picture on his nightstand. full of rage anger and utter misery, he grabbed the frame and threw it at the window smashing the picture frame and the window. posters were ripped off walls, the lamp was thrown across the room, the bed was lifted and tossed to the corner. the rage finally stopped after the small boy threw a hard punch at the wall causing his knuckles to bleed and plaster to fall to the floor. all anger wiped from the boy, he slumped against the wall and fell to the floor sobbing uncontrollably. light footsteps came from the stairs and a there was a light knock n the door. "Billie honey, please come out. i know its hard but please." his voice was thick with tears and it sounded much deeper than a ten year old should sound. "wake me up when September ends." his mother held back the sob that tried to escape from her throat and silently walked back down the stairs. she sat on the last step and sobbed silently into her arms. days turned into weeks and Billie still refused to leave his room. every night was a battle for sleep and it would always end up him crying himself to sleep. all the poor misery filled boy wanted to do was die.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                

a tall lanky boy walked through the door and looked around. no ones home or so he thought. after listening a bit closer he could hear a thumping coming from upstairs and it sounded like someone was jumping on the bed.fucking slut! he thought bitterly. not wanting to hear anymore he ran down the stairs into the basement to enjoy the sounds of silence. the silence became deafening and he couldn't sit still. fuck it ill just go the park or something. he was about to leave when he felt a slip of paper in his pocket. he looked down at the scribbled handwriting and remembered Billie Joe. he saw the poor black haird boy crying into his arms at lunch and felt helpless just standing by and watching it happen. he walked up to the boy and sat down. it took a while for Billie to look at him but once he did mike handed him a napkin and introduced himself. "hey im mike, um whats up? you look a little down so i just thought maybe you wanna talk or something." bille stared at him for a moment before he grabbed the napkin and wiped his face. he took a shuddered breath. "h-hi mike. um im b-Billie Joe." the corners of mikes lips lifted slightly and he felt better knowing the boy had stopped crying and was actually speaking to him. he decided not to ask why Billie was so upset and instead found himself in a conversation about his love for music. Billie was quite fond of classic punk music and mike felt an instant liking to him. they agreed on almost everything and they both liked to play guitar. mike hadn't realized how long they were sitting there talking until the tardy bell for class rang. "shit Billie Joe were gonna be late for class. we should probably leave." Billie looked at him and shook his head. "no lets skip. class sucks anyways." and with that the small black haired boy was getting up and walking to the exit. mike scrambled up and ran to Billie who was already waiting outside. "come on the park is down the street. we can just hang out there." mike nodded and they walked side by side talking for hours until Billie looked at his watch. he sighed then gave a small smile. "hey i had fun but i gotta get home. hears my number maybe we can hang out again?." mike nodded taking the slip of paper and slipping it into his pocket. he watched Billie walk home before deciding to go home himself. now here he was not 20 minuets later phone in one hand and a scribbled piece of paper in the other. he sighed and dialed the number. three rings passed and his stomach dropped. he was ready to hang up when a perky voice answered. "hello Armstrong residence." mike stuttered for a moment before he found his voice. "um hi is Billie Joe there?" the tone of the woman's voice grew even happier. "yes yes he is! hold on one second honey ill get him." he heard some shuffling and someone shouting then a groggy sounding Billie was on the line "hello?" "hey Billie Joe its mike um listen i cant really sit still at my place do you wanna like hangout or something?" he could almost hear the smile in billies voice as he spoke. "yeah that'd be cool. hey just um come on over. my mom wont mind." mike was buzzing with excitement and was about to hang up when Billie said something that caused mikes heart to flutter. "thanks mike."  and with that Billie hung up the phone leaving mike a little breathless and a warm feeling spreading through his stomach. he had a feeling him and Billie were going to be friends for a while...