Billie had been completely normal. He had gone to college, he had played guitar, he had passed. Mostly. He had gone to college to become a doctor. The human body had always fascinated him. The way such and such forms of activity(or lack, thereof) affected such and such joints/muscles/organs. He knew that in order to become a doctor, though, he had to have a good idea of infectious and noninfectious diseases.
That was where Mike Dirnt came in.
Mike Dirnt was an aspiring microbiologist. He loved anything you couldn't see. He loved that something so small, so minuscule could have to potential to kill 2/3 of the population of Europe. The Plague was one of his favorite things. He was so fascinated by the small killer. He wrote thesis papers on it, even gave lectures alongside some professors. It was when flu season came up that Billie Joe Armstrong ran into him.
Billie was working part-time at a local pharmacy. He was giving out flu shots. No big deal, just a kinda short guy with spiky black hair and eyeliner giving out a flu shot. Mike had wandered in after his roommate came down with the virus. He had hoped he could go without getting one that year, but it appeared that the universe gave that option a big, fat NO stamp.
Billie had been wearing a band shirt beneath his white smock-coat-thing and had been lazily passing time by texting his boyfriend, who was a model. A nude model, at that. Billie had met him at an art show he had wandered into the previous winter.
Mike had sashayed up and asked for a flu shot. Billie nodded and had him fill out his medical insurance and whatnot and took him into a side room. The whole while, Mike had been explaining how it was smart that he didn't just blow off getting one, like he always said he would, but never did, because of all the ways that the flu could spiral out of control. Billie hadn't been paying attention, really, until Mike had exclaimed, "What the fuck!"
Billie looked at him from the syringe to see Mike Dirnt(as he read from the forms) staring in horror at his phone. Billie was curious now. Maybe it was wrong, but he was.
"What's up, man?" He rolled his chair over next to the stranger. Then he wished he hadn't. There, on Mike Dirnt's phone, was something he thought he'd never see. He was shocked. He was confused. It just... didn't add up.
"Dude, do you know who this is?" Mike moved the phone closer to Billie. Billie swallowed hard. He could tell the truth and embarrass Mr. Dirnt or he could lie and wallow in self pity over cigarettes and cold air for his next break. He wasn't sure.
"Yeah, I know him. Why's he texting you nudes, though, man?" He sounded curious. He knew he did. Mike heard it, too. He got the feeling that the man, Billie Joe his name tag said (was his name really Billie Joe or was it a joke?).
"How should I know? Never seen the dude before in my life!" He exclaimed once more. He gave Billie a look up and down. He noticed his shirt.
"Dude, nice shirt, though. Sorry! Off-topic." He said, turning back to his phone. There was a caption. "There's a caption..." He looked at it and furrowed his brows. "It says, 'Here you go, Baby. Hope you like it, Spencer winky-face.'... Who is Spencer?" Billie's lip trembled.
"Spencer's my roommate. Spencer Smith. The guy texting you is my boyfriend." Mike looked at him, shocked. What, was the guy a homophobe? If Billie remembered correctly, the guy fucking sashayed up to the counter to ask for a flu shot. And those jeans were too tight to be considered ska-punk.
"Man, that sucks! I'm sorry, I didn't know... I mean, what are the odds?" He sounded sincere and upset for Billie. He smiled and shook his head.
"Nah man. It'll be all good. I wasn't feelin' with him anymore, anyways." An obvious lie. Mike bit his lip.
"Well... if you're gay or bisexual or whatever... Maybe you could take your next break with me?" Billie looked at his watch and smiled.
"Then I'll get you your shot and we can get the hell out of this place. I mean... I need to get out. I hate it hear. I'm desperate, but I'm not helpless. I just... feel so useless here and it's pretty pathetic." He laughed and uncapped the syringe.
(I figured everyone needed to know Billie's back story... So yeah. It'll only be two or three parts. I'll make them as fast as I can.)
