*18 Years Later*
Finally, you and your son, Michael, are moving out of your old home. Yes, it's extremely nice and all but you are now moving in with your boyfriend. You've explained to your 16 year old son that this is a good thing, he's fine with it but realizes that the man you are trying so hard to love, will NEVER replace his father. Currently Michael or Mike, is cleaning out the attic for you while you pack other things.
"Mom, check this out." He said walking downstairs to you. "What's in here?" He had a sly look on his face that reminded you of his father.
"That's things from when I was younger, there's some really important stuff in here. Help yourself, just please don't break anything." It was a box that had GREEN DAY on it in green letters. It brought back memories as you and your son went through it. Memories of his father, Billie, your best friend, Mike, and your brother that wasn't biological Tré.
"Who are these guy's and is that you?" You smiled and nodded, he's holding a picture of you from 94' Woodstock with the band. That's where you first met them.
"That's your father, that's the man your named after, and that's your uncle. The one your named after is also your uncle." He had a puzzled and shocked look when he looked at the boys. You saw his eye's skim to the picture of your wedding day.
"Why don't I know about them, if this is dad then can't we find him?" You never told him how they died in a car accident. Semi T-boned them in Billies car on their way to the hospital, you were giving birth and made it to the place on your own.
"They had died in an accident." Memories flooded your head how not only did they mean the world to you but they saved you in a way.
And in the darkest night, if my memory serves me right. I'll never turn back time. Forgetting you but not the time.
That was one of your favorite song's. It made you cry if you listened to it now for the sheer fact sometimes you can't remember their names.
It's somethin unpredictable but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life.
You saw the Nimrod album on top and thought back to when Billie first played that just for you. He was going to give up the band and devote his time to you and starting a family.
Then I realize what it took to tell the difference between theif and crook. Lesson learned of me and you. So give me something that I need, satisfaction guarantee to you.
He wrote so many sweet songs for you and never even shared them. As you held the picture from Woodstock, tears filled you eye's. Billie was so handsome, Mike just clicked with you, Tré had something about him you couldn't push away. They were always there for you, thick and thin. Time's you would ignore them for months, not even calling them, then you needed them and they were there. Their music made you feel understood and like you aren't alone. The words to their lyrics are the thoughts would wouldn't dare say, the beat of their melodies is the beat of your heart. They all were your one true love, now their gone and your still moving on.
Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last. Wake me up when September Ends. Here comes the rain again falling from the stars. Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are. As my memory rest but never forgets what I lost Wake Me Up When September Ends.
One of Billies biggest fears was our son would grow up alone. I made sure he wasn't alone and had a father figure. That's why I called one of Billies closest friends outside of the band, Mark Hoppus, maybe not the best choice seeing he was branded on the ass by Billie once. Mark knew exactly how to do the who parent thing, he gave me a sense of hope for Mike and I felt like this is what Billie would want. Mark started taking me out and becoming more romantic with you. It was like a sign from Billie that he wants you to be with him. Now your packing to go be with the fourth best man you have ever met in you life since the last three had to leave you behind.
Do you know what's worth fighting for, when it's not worth dieing for? Does it take you breath away and you feel yourself suffocating?
You heard the words to a song that ment so much to you and Billie playing. Mike put it on the cd player and you watched the live concert. It was just Billie at the moment strumming then the rest of the band entered. He watched so intently, you saw Billie smile atbthe camera, almost like he was smiling at you both. Mike is like another Billie. Same hair, eye's, face, sarcastic attitude, and very musical. There have been time's when you almost got made at him for not being Billie then you realized there never will be another.
So tell me when it's time to say I love you. When I take your just know it's cause I want to.
The song Billie wrote for you played next, it was you that was recording it. Mike interrupted drunk as ever, it was right after I announced I was pregnant.
"You guys HAVE to name your baby after me. You have no other choice ok?" He pointed at you both and you giggled. Mike turned and looked at you then the tv and smiled.
"Mom can I have this stuff and hang it all up and everything?" You thought and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm sure they would be happy about that."
I'm the son of rage and love the Jesus of Suburbia.~ Green Day 2005
Another sad one I'm so sorry I promised there would be joy! I've been reading some depressing shat XD
