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Billie Joe Armstrong and Micheal Ryan Pritchard, the class clowns of the 8th grade.
Everybody knew Billie and Mike, they'd cause mischief, and were absolutely inseparable. Billie gets detention? Mike also somehow got it. Mike fails a test? Well suddenly Billie got an F. They were ALWAYS together, somehow ALWAYS had classes together. Mike was there at Billie's lowest and Billie was there at his lowest. They had even started a band together, nobody expected much, for crying out loud it was only Mike as a bassist and Billie as a singer and guitarist, no drummer, they were absolutely doomed!! Missing a key component of a band?
One Day, at Billie's house
The two boys sat on the floor of Billie's small room, Billie had always had a weird feeling with Mike, he was ALWAYS happier with him. He ALWAYS had this little tingly feeling in his stomach, his cheeks were always warm and rosy. Mike just thought he naturally had rosy cheeks because he NEVER saw him not blushing and with a weird feeling in his stomach. Billie stared at Mike for a bit, who was doing math homework. his face... his hair... his... everything... he was perfect... he had feelings like this with girls, but.. that's...thats just the feelings you get with friends... right?.
He was lost in Mike's crystal blue eyes. completely zoned out
"dude... DUDE!!" Mike yelled, shaking him by the shoulders.
"WHAT THE- shit dude!! you can't be doing that..." Billie yelled.. reasonably confused
"Billie, you zoned out and you had that look people have when they're about to fuck or something... like dude are you seriously still thinking about that one chick? she already said no-"
"WHAT??" Billie's cheeks were BRIGHT pink, his eyes were bulging, he was trembling from the absolute embarrassment. "N-NO I FUCKING WASN'T MAN!!!" YOU'RE TALKING CRAZY TALK!!"
Mike did NOT care about this freak out, he honestly thought it was funny as HELL. it was cute to him. "Uhh.. dude chill.. its fine.. like... Did.. did ya finish that song you were talking about? the one about the girl who literally already rejected you?"
"Oh uh.. yeah I did.. "
Billie grabbed his guitar, the small buzz from the amp softly playing because he slightly banged it against his thigh "I.. err... fuck, where my fuckass lyric book.. uhm.." He saw the small composition notebook behind Mike and just slowly grabbed it, pulling it back and reading from it "he-hey there looking at me..tell me what do you see.. But you quickly turn your head awayy-... Try to find the words I could use. Don't have the courage to come onto you-" and he had the most squeaky embarrassing voice crack. And he was too embarrassed to continue so he just stared at Mike, and Mike stared back, and they just stared at each other for a long while.
"So..." Mike just kept staring at him, "you got that Ramones record?"
"Uhh, no. My fucking stupid ass brother took it from me."
Mike just stared "... You got Hüsker Du, then?"
Billie looked annoyed "yeah but I want my fucking Ramones record. I'm gonna snitch he's doing weed i swear to fucking god."
"Okay but is that gonna get you it back? Which album was it, again?"
Billie was still pissed as hell, "Animal Boy.."
"Just take it from his room man.. It's not that serious."
"I can't! He lives in fucking Berkeley!!"
"He's a grown ass man and you're gonna tell his mommy he's doing weed? Billie, that's the most poser shit I've ever heard"
"Man, fuck off!!"
"Yeah sure, whatever.." Mike said, dismissing Billie with his hand.
Billie was honestly just kinda sitting there. His cheeks honestly skill a little pink from the way he was staring at Mike earlier. And he was honestly sure they were getting redder. So he kinda just laid,sprawled out on the ground, next to Mike.
"Do you think we're gonna be friends when we're old ass men..?" Billie said, staring at the ceiling, still holding the neck of his guitar.
Mike glanced at him, and looked back up ath the ceiling "Uh.. You mean like.. 40? ...maybe? You better not fuck me over or something.."
"You think I'll live to be 40? I'm honestly suprised I made it this far without getting hit by a car or something..!"
"You almost got hit ONCE." Mike corrected, or tried... Or thought he was.
"Ya think Sweet Children will get anywhere?"
Mike laughed "Billie, punk bands never get big, we're doomed for breaking up in our mid-20s"
And Billie, ever an optimist. Hated that. "But... Like... What if we did become famous... Like... Like Van Halen!!"
Mike just stared at him "well... It's possible... I'm sure it won't happen though..."
"I mean.." Billie looked at Mike, that look in his eyes, maybe love, maybe just friends. "We'll be fine... As long as we stay together... Right?"
"Right."