Look Into My Eyes <<Bike>>

Chapter 6 <<Mike's POV>>

We are now back in Cali for the concert in San Francisco which is tomorrow. After doing concerts every day for the past week and a half, a day off was really needed. We took this chance to visit our families in Berkeley and for Billie to see his dad. We went to the cemetery and found his dad's grave stone. I glanced over at Billie to see tears rolling down his cheeks. I put an arm around him and he huddled into my chest.

"I miss him so much Mike.." Billie sobs. I said nothing in response and continued to rub his back comfortingly. Billie's crying slowed and he pulled away from me. I took the sleeve of my jacket and used it to wipe the stray tears that lingered on Billie's cheeks. He looked at me with his glassy emerald green eyes. (Idk if his eyes are actually green. I looked up pictures and Frank Iero popped up soo..) He smiled at me warmly and turned back to his dad. "Okay.. Lets go.." Billie says. He walks off back to the bus. I look at Tré and he shrugs and proceeds to follow Billie back to the bus, leaving me at Billie's dad's grave.  I glance at the stone that is standing directly in front of me. I sigh deeply and kneel down so that I don't have to look down as much. And plus my legs were hurting.

"Hey Andy.. So.. Later on today, Im going to confess my feelings for your son, my best friend. I don't know if you'll approve or not. As far as I knew, you had no problem with homosexuals. But I will need some help. You have known me for a while now, you know how I am. I just need that self confidence booster. So, can you help me please? That would be greatly appreciated-"

"MIKE COME ON." Tré interrupts me from the bus. I mumble profanities at him as I say bye to Billie's dad. I walk back to the bus and get on, Billie is asleep on the couch and Tré is trying to find food. I sigh and sit on the end of the couch where Billie's legs don't reach and let out a long sigh. Just a few more hours until I have to tell him. I hope his dad listened to me, because I sure could use some help right now...

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"Billie Joe! Ive missed you so much." Billie's mom said as she came running toward Billie, engulfing him in a huge hug.

"I missed you to Mom." Billie said, hugging back his mom.

"Michael, It's been what feels like years sense I've seen you." Billies mom says to me after she lets go of Billie.

"I know, You haven't changed a bit Ms. Armstrong." I say, being a polite person.

"Oh Mike, you always know how to lighten up my mood." She says, pulling me in a small hug. "Tré, you still have the same baby face look as last time." She says to Tré. We all giggle as she messes with Tré and picks at him. "Okay boys, dinner will be ready in about an hour." Billie's mom says and starts walking toward the kitchen. I feel a bump on my shoulder and look over to see Tré winking at me.

"Ms. Armstrong? Do you need andy help?" Tré asks and he starts walking toward the kitchen. Oh god. It's time..

"Hey Billie, Do you remember our treehouse we had when we were kids? That your dad built for us?" I ask, secretly hoping that he wont reme-

"Of corse I do, how could I forget? That was like our place back then." Billie says while laughing. Well fuck..

"Do you want to go and see it after all these years? Its been ages sense we've been there." I ask, secretly hoping that he will say no..

"Sure, I'd like to relive some awesome memories with my best friend." He says, Heading out the back door towards the tall tree holding a miniature wooden house. I watch as Billie climbs the small ladder that leads up to the door. "What are you waiting for? Come on." Billie says, disappearing in the house. I sigh and follow his actions, climbing the small ladder that leads to the front door. I walk in the house and Billie is already sitting in a corner. "You remember when you pushed me out of the window and I broke my arm?" Billie says,  laughing. I nod and laugh along with him. We go on talking about memories we had in the house. Like when Billie was sick and threw up all over me. After a few minutes of laughs and memories, it was time to tell him..

"Hey Billie.. I have to tell you something thats been bothering me lately and I just.. think you need to know.." I say seriously. Billie's facial expression went from playful and happy to serious and worried. A little bit of confusion.

"Is it bad?" He asks, sounding worried.

"Just listen. Don't say anything until Im finished because I've been hiding this for a while so just hear me out." I say and he nods and goes quiet. Well, here goes nothing...

"Okay, so we have been best friends for a while now and I've been feeling something toward you that normal best friends don't feel toward each other. I've been feeling this for a while now and I've been waiting for it to go away. But it just wont leave. Every time I look at you, I just get all these butterflies in my stomach and I get nervous. And there is no stoping it. So Billie, I think I like you... But..  A little more than a friend.." I say, not looking at Billie once. I finally look up at him to see a blank expression. Now I start to worry. "Please say something.." I say. What if he doesn't feel the same? He just sat there and stared at me for what feels like 20398e4095 years, Billie gets up and walks out of the treehouse without a single word. "Billie, where are you going?" I asked, he didn't answer, he just walked in the house. I backed up against a wall and pulled my knees up to my chest. I covered my face with my hands and groaned. Did I just ruin a perfect friendship?

"Hey Mike." Tré says as he slowly climbs up into the treehouse and sat in the exact same spot that Billie was in just moments before.

"What is it Tré?" I ask while starring at the wall.

"Hey, don't feel so bad. He will lighten up sooner or later. But I am proud of you. I love you and Billie like brothers. I just think he is tired and a lot is going through his head and he might just need some rest. Just give it time, maybe something will come of this. I told Ollie (Billie's Mom) about whats going on and she understands completely. But like I said, just give him some time. He'll come around." Tré says, putting his and on my knee in a reassuring way.

"Thanks bud, I really needed to hear that." I say to him. He nods and smirks.

"By the way, I know it might be awkward but you need to come in for dinner." Tré says and turns to leave the treehouse and I follow his lead. A glimmer of hope fluttered in my chest. Maybe I didn't ruin this friendship after all. Maybe I made into more than just a friendship...