Candy Hearts
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Green Day
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,515
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Candy Hearts
Disclaimer: Do not own. Never happened. No money made. Song is property of Joan Armatrading.
A/N: Read the bottom.
AU A/N: Adie's best friend like in 'Massachusetts' but that doesn't come up much. Just to clarify.
Candy Hearts
"Thank you
Thank you for the love
I want to thank you for the hearts and flowers"
***1994***
Dear Mike,
It's Valentines' Day, so I thought I'd write you a letter. I don't know why. Because it's Valentines' Day, I guess. Happy Valentines' Day.
I'm not drunk or stoned, I promise. You would know. You're sleeping ten feet away from me. You're drooling a little bit, too. I guess when you find this letter five years from now you'll be extremely happy to know I wrote that down.
I couldn't sleep and when I woke up it was 12:07 and officially Valentines' Day. And I found that stash of those fucking little candy hearts you have with the words on them that taste so bad and I threw them off the balcony. Well, just one box. One heart at a time. It was kind of fun. Destroy the commercialism of Valentines' Day (and the nasty candy) one box at a time.
Because it's stupid to have just one day of the year where you talk about how much you love someone. You should do it all the time no matter what day it is. Like when I stole that tube of lipstick so I could write the note on the mirror. Even though we couldn't get the lipstick off for the entire day and Adie had to mix nail polish remover and Mr. Clean to get it off because 'two bachelors can't do shit'.
You just said something in your sleep. It was like 'mumble mumble joint mumble Tre mumble'. I'm going to assume it wasn't a sex dream and that Tre was doing something stupid like driving a car down the hallway and breaking a vase while screaming the lyrics to the Spice Girls or something.
I have an overactive imagination. Maybe ADD. I think I need some Ritalin or something.
Remember when we tried to get high off my sister's birth control pills? Don't know why the fuck THAT just popped into my head, but I'll get over it. I always wondered why I couldn't get pregnant.
I was going to write you a song and it sounded like shit, plus I couldn't play my guitar because it might wake you up. I got out about four lines and quit. Something like
Never mind. I'm not telling. Maybe someday if you manage to fulfill my greatest sexual fantasy or something I'll tell you.
You just said something again. 'Mumble Adie mumble dammit mumble mumble Billie fuck.' And then you rolled over and mumbled something else. Damn. As if you didn't talk enough when you were awake.
You know I'm kidding. I love you.
Well, now I'm getting tired, so I'm going to go to sleep. Or try at least. You might say something extremely sexual next and then I'd have to wake you up and have my way with you.
I love you. Happy Valentines' Day.
Love,
Billie Joe
And when Billie Joe woke up the next morning there were 12 candy hearts on the table that said 'I (heart) YOU'.
---
There will be three little chapters. I just got out of the hospital, like I said, so I'll try and update my stories ASAP, but I wanted to get SOMETHING out there, so I'll do this. It should take about thirty more minutes to finish it, I'd guess.
I'll put smut in the next chapter, okay?
Review anyway!
A/N: Read the bottom.
AU A/N: Adie's best friend like in 'Massachusetts' but that doesn't come up much. Just to clarify.
Candy Hearts
"Thank you
Thank you for the love
I want to thank you for the hearts and flowers"
***1994***
Dear Mike,
It's Valentines' Day, so I thought I'd write you a letter. I don't know why. Because it's Valentines' Day, I guess. Happy Valentines' Day.
I'm not drunk or stoned, I promise. You would know. You're sleeping ten feet away from me. You're drooling a little bit, too. I guess when you find this letter five years from now you'll be extremely happy to know I wrote that down.
I couldn't sleep and when I woke up it was 12:07 and officially Valentines' Day. And I found that stash of those fucking little candy hearts you have with the words on them that taste so bad and I threw them off the balcony. Well, just one box. One heart at a time. It was kind of fun. Destroy the commercialism of Valentines' Day (and the nasty candy) one box at a time.
Because it's stupid to have just one day of the year where you talk about how much you love someone. You should do it all the time no matter what day it is. Like when I stole that tube of lipstick so I could write the note on the mirror. Even though we couldn't get the lipstick off for the entire day and Adie had to mix nail polish remover and Mr. Clean to get it off because 'two bachelors can't do shit'.
You just said something in your sleep. It was like 'mumble mumble joint mumble Tre mumble'. I'm going to assume it wasn't a sex dream and that Tre was doing something stupid like driving a car down the hallway and breaking a vase while screaming the lyrics to the Spice Girls or something.
I have an overactive imagination. Maybe ADD. I think I need some Ritalin or something.
Remember when we tried to get high off my sister's birth control pills? Don't know why the fuck THAT just popped into my head, but I'll get over it. I always wondered why I couldn't get pregnant.
I was going to write you a song and it sounded like shit, plus I couldn't play my guitar because it might wake you up. I got out about four lines and quit. Something like
Never mind. I'm not telling. Maybe someday if you manage to fulfill my greatest sexual fantasy or something I'll tell you.
You just said something again. 'Mumble Adie mumble dammit mumble mumble Billie fuck.' And then you rolled over and mumbled something else. Damn. As if you didn't talk enough when you were awake.
You know I'm kidding. I love you.
Well, now I'm getting tired, so I'm going to go to sleep. Or try at least. You might say something extremely sexual next and then I'd have to wake you up and have my way with you.
I love you. Happy Valentines' Day.
Love,
Billie Joe
And when Billie Joe woke up the next morning there were 12 candy hearts on the table that said 'I (heart) YOU'.
---
There will be three little chapters. I just got out of the hospital, like I said, so I'll try and update my stories ASAP, but I wanted to get SOMETHING out there, so I'll do this. It should take about thirty more minutes to finish it, I'd guess.
I'll put smut in the next chapter, okay?
Review anyway!