Hold My Hand (Trillie)

Damnit, Mike

[WARNING: HIGH USE OF DRUGS AND YEAH, LIKE, LOTS OF THAT STUFF! ps, don't do drugs, kids] (heh. get it. high.)

*Billie Joe's POV*
"Mom, I'm going out!" I called into the house as I stood on the porch. Before I got an answer, I closed the door and made my way down the steps.

I walked down the sidewalk, holding a stick it my hand and whacking anything I walked passed. When I got to Mike's place, I opened the door and walked in. Mike's mom was never home and Mike barely stayed around his house. But today was one if the few days he was home.

"Hey, asshole!" I called and threw my jacket on the floor. There was a sound upstairs and coughing.
"Yeah? What?" Said a voice. Ah, yes, high Mike. Just what I came here for. Personally, I would rather discuss our problem with sober Mike. Not stoner Mike. The bass player came around the corner, blood-shot eyed and wearing a faint grin on his face.

"Looks like I caught just in time," I said, having second thoughts about maybe putting the whole lack-of-drummer subject off for a bit. Mike just laughed really stupidly.
"You want some chips, man?" Mike asked walking the other direction and into the kitchen. "I kinda just wanna talk about John leaving, y'know?" I said, following behind him.
"Nah," Mike answered.
Alrighty then.

Mike ripped the bag open and offered me some.
"Thanks, nimrod" I said and reached in for a chip.
Mike laughed with a mouthful and flopped on the couch, "my mom won't be back for, like, awhile" I sat down next to him and began to ponder. What will we do without a drummer? Could this be it? No more gigs? Ugh. I need a smoke. A cigarette. Pot. Something. As I sat thinking, I blocked out Mike who sat next to me babbling away, his voice was slurred and slow. Idiot.

"Hey, dude, I hear LSD is pretty cool, I know where to get some too," Mike said, interrupting my pondering. "LSD? Really?" Okay. Now he's got my attention. "Yeah man, wanna try it?" Could be fun, I mean, I know people who've done it before, eh, seem legit. "Sure, but what about our drummer?"
"What about our drummer? We have, like, two."
Damnit, Mike.
"No, Mike, we-"
"Did you hear what happened downtown last week? I heard a couple of guys ran naked through the streets... I think it was like tree guys...... Maybe four......" What?

(A/N: DID YOU KNOW that when Mike Dirnt is on drugs, he has the ability to see into the future?? No you didn't cuz I just made that up right now and it's After Midnight plz hep)

[insert Pepe here]

(rare Pepes only)

((thank you))

Have a good day or night or daynight or whatever. Or you know what? Have a Green Day, there ya go. We're all happy now. yayyyy.
*deletes story*
*deletes account*
*deletes Wattpad*
*deletes life*
*jumps into active volcano*

Oh, I will be updating this fail story sometimes so ye...