How We Got Here
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Green Day
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,225
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
How Many Mailboxes Did You Hit On Your Way Over?
Disclaimer: I do not own them. I just fuck with their lives for my own sick, twisted pleasure.
A/N: The year is 2000. Billie is 28, Mike is 27. Joey is 5 and Jakob is 2.
Mike's Point of View
How We Got Here (or Time of Your Life)
Chapter Five: How Many Mailboxes Did You Hit On Your Way Over?
It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
He was twenty eight when it happened, when Adrienne handed him the papers. "I can't do this anymore." was all she said.
Billie Joe picked up the pen and signed away the last six years of his life without a word. Then he looked at her and sighed. "I love you, Addie."
"I love you, too, Billie Joe."
---
He showed up on my doorstep piss drunk and hicupping. I knew that meant he had either been crying or drink or--in the state he was in--probably both.
He held up his left hand, displaying the thin ring of white skin . . . where his wedding band had rested. "Addie wants a divorce."
"Didn't she say that two months ago?" I ask softly, leading Billie into the house.
"I signed the papers." he said, his voice slurred. I didn't even want to think about all the mail boxes he must have hit on the way over here. "But, you know . . ." He looked at me and gave a sort of laugh punctuated by another hiccup. "You know, I'm kind of relieved."
I didn't say anything, just sat down across from him and waited for him to continue.
"Because now the fighting's going to stop. It wasn't good for the boys. We stopped it soon enough; maybe we won't hate each other."
He's breathing really fast. I'm afraid he's going to have a panic attack, but he's just trying not to cry in front of me.
"I don't think I loved her this last year or so." he said. "I mean, I loved her . . . I'll always love her, but I just wasn't 'in love' with her, you know?"
He sounds like he did when he was 14 and trying to explain to me what he thought love was like. He sounds . . . like he's 14, I guess.
"Yeah, Billie, I know."
I start to say something, but all of a sudden Billie's leaned across the space between us and pressed his lips against mine. His tongue presses against my lips and I slowly open them, my hands coming up around his neck.
I guess it's a cliche or something, falling for your best friend. I think the fact that he's a guy cancels out any Disney movie fairy tale, though. Or, rather, the fact that we're both guys.
*Billie's Point of View*
I'd wanted this for so long and now that it was here I wasn't going to let him make the excuse that we were both drunk so it didn't happen . . . again.
"I love you. Mike, I think I've always loved you. And you can hate me, but I've got to say it. I just--"
"You ramble too much, Billie Joe. You worry too much. That's why you have so many panic attacks." He kisses me. "It's okay. I love you, too."
What do you say after that?
Well, apparently you scream his name at the top of your lungs while the two of you have the best sex you've had in over a year.
*Mike's Point of View*
He lays his head on my chest afterward. Billie Joe, the guy who never asks for anything, pretends like he knows everything, never in a millions years woud need anything . . . he's got his head on my chest, just begging me to put my arms around him and kiss his forehead.
So, I do what anyone in my situation would do. All of the above.
He and Adrienne divorce. He leaves after he signs the papers and comes to my house. He kisses me. He says he loves me. We fuck like we've never fucked before. Making love is such a stupid term, especially when you both keep yelling 'fuck' over and over. It's fucking.
"What now?"
I didn't mean to say it out loud. I really didn't.
Billie Joe looks up at me with those green eyes of his and smiles. "I love you."
And that's how I know everything's going to work out.
Because Billie Joe's stubborn as fuck and he always gets what he wants.
God love him. I know I do.
I hope you had the time of your life.
---
Yay. Now I can get to the good stuff I've been planning in my head, like interactions with the kids and stuff. Yes.
A/N: The year is 2000. Billie is 28, Mike is 27. Joey is 5 and Jakob is 2.
Mike's Point of View
How We Got Here (or Time of Your Life)
Chapter Five: How Many Mailboxes Did You Hit On Your Way Over?
It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
He was twenty eight when it happened, when Adrienne handed him the papers. "I can't do this anymore." was all she said.
Billie Joe picked up the pen and signed away the last six years of his life without a word. Then he looked at her and sighed. "I love you, Addie."
"I love you, too, Billie Joe."
---
He showed up on my doorstep piss drunk and hicupping. I knew that meant he had either been crying or drink or--in the state he was in--probably both.
He held up his left hand, displaying the thin ring of white skin . . . where his wedding band had rested. "Addie wants a divorce."
"Didn't she say that two months ago?" I ask softly, leading Billie into the house.
"I signed the papers." he said, his voice slurred. I didn't even want to think about all the mail boxes he must have hit on the way over here. "But, you know . . ." He looked at me and gave a sort of laugh punctuated by another hiccup. "You know, I'm kind of relieved."
I didn't say anything, just sat down across from him and waited for him to continue.
"Because now the fighting's going to stop. It wasn't good for the boys. We stopped it soon enough; maybe we won't hate each other."
He's breathing really fast. I'm afraid he's going to have a panic attack, but he's just trying not to cry in front of me.
"I don't think I loved her this last year or so." he said. "I mean, I loved her . . . I'll always love her, but I just wasn't 'in love' with her, you know?"
He sounds like he did when he was 14 and trying to explain to me what he thought love was like. He sounds . . . like he's 14, I guess.
"Yeah, Billie, I know."
I start to say something, but all of a sudden Billie's leaned across the space between us and pressed his lips against mine. His tongue presses against my lips and I slowly open them, my hands coming up around his neck.
I guess it's a cliche or something, falling for your best friend. I think the fact that he's a guy cancels out any Disney movie fairy tale, though. Or, rather, the fact that we're both guys.
*Billie's Point of View*
I'd wanted this for so long and now that it was here I wasn't going to let him make the excuse that we were both drunk so it didn't happen . . . again.
"I love you. Mike, I think I've always loved you. And you can hate me, but I've got to say it. I just--"
"You ramble too much, Billie Joe. You worry too much. That's why you have so many panic attacks." He kisses me. "It's okay. I love you, too."
What do you say after that?
Well, apparently you scream his name at the top of your lungs while the two of you have the best sex you've had in over a year.
*Mike's Point of View*
He lays his head on my chest afterward. Billie Joe, the guy who never asks for anything, pretends like he knows everything, never in a millions years woud need anything . . . he's got his head on my chest, just begging me to put my arms around him and kiss his forehead.
So, I do what anyone in my situation would do. All of the above.
He and Adrienne divorce. He leaves after he signs the papers and comes to my house. He kisses me. He says he loves me. We fuck like we've never fucked before. Making love is such a stupid term, especially when you both keep yelling 'fuck' over and over. It's fucking.
"What now?"
I didn't mean to say it out loud. I really didn't.
Billie Joe looks up at me with those green eyes of his and smiles. "I love you."
And that's how I know everything's going to work out.
Because Billie Joe's stubborn as fuck and he always gets what he wants.
God love him. I know I do.
I hope you had the time of your life.
---
Yay. Now I can get to the good stuff I've been planning in my head, like interactions with the kids and stuff. Yes.