It's Time (a Green Day Fanfic Sequel)

Chapter 5 - I Wish I Never

"The guys are coming over to jam today." I said as Cam and I were doing dishes. Well, she was doing dishes, I was sitting on the counter watching. I don't like touching the wet food. It sends shivers down my spine.

"Ok. You'll have the house to yourselves, by the way." She said. "The other wives and I are going shopping."

"The wives? You mean Mike and Tre's?"

"Yeah, and Adrienne." She finished the dishes and positioned herself in front of me in between my legs. "That's not weird is it?" She smirked. I leaned down and kissed her.

"Of course not. As long as you get me something nice."

"I know just what I'll get." She smiled and then a car beeped. "That's Adie. Gotta go."

I jumped off the counter and hugged her. "I love you."

"I love you too." The car beeped again and she pulled out of the hug, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then left.

I pulled out my phone and texted Mike to grab Tre and come over as soon as they could. Then I went down to the music room. I grabbed my acoustic and started strumming.

St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway

Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade

Life of a silhouette, he's insubordinate

Coming at you on the count of 1, 2...

1,2,3,4!

"I love when you sing songs about me. Here, let me sing the rest, you just play." I heard my voice say, but they weren't coming from my lips. Great, he's back. I continued to play, though, not giving him the satisfaction he wanted.

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out

Suicide commando that your momma talked about

King of the forty thieves I'm here to represent

The needle in the vein of the establishment

"Beej?" Came Mike's voice. I stopped playing and Mike looked up. My cheeks were wet. Was I crying? "Are you ok, man?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I half-lied. I didn't know if I actually was or not. In my peripheral vision, I saw Jimmy laughing. "Shall we jam?"

"Yeah, but, uh, do you want to talk about it?" I couldn't lie to Mike. He knew something was up if he just walked in on me playing an acoustic version of St Jimmy and I was crying. I just realized that I wasn't even the one singing. Jimmy was singing in my head.

"No, I'm fine." I snapped. I picked up Blue and started playing Basket Case. It take long for Mike and Tre to join in.

We played for what seemed like hours until we were dripping in sweat and were exhausted. All the while though, Jimmy stayed in the room. Just standing in my line of sight. He would just smirk at me and I would want to punch him so badly. I knew I couldn't because he was just a figure of my imagination but man, did he piss me off. Why was he even here? I mean, what did he mean he was here because of regret? I though he was my drug alter-ego. Fuck. He just makes things confusing. I wish he would just disappear.

"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!" Tre yelled, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at him.

"What?" I ask, innocently.

"Man, are you sure you're ok? You zoned out for a good five minutes." Mike explained. "You didn't even yell at Tre when he started talking about Cam in a way he shouldn't be." At hearing this, I glared at Tre, but then shook my head.

"Guys, I'm sorry. I'm just not thinking straight." I said. Don't tell them, Beej. Don't you dare.

"Well, what is it? What's wrong?" Tre asked, getting up from his drum stool to sit next to Mike across from me.

I put my face in my hands. "He's back."

"Who?" They asked in unison. I looked at them both.

"Jimmy." And I told them everything. The dream, the feelings of possible regret, Jimmy. Everything. "What do I do?"

They looked at me for a moment, unsure of what do with the information I just gave them. Then Mike put his hand on my knee and spoke.

"Beej, you know you can't leave. That would literally kill her, then what would the babies do? You know you have to tell her, get her opinion on it. She what she thinks. You can't get lost in your thoughts. You can't let him take over again."

"But I'm scared, Mike. Scared what she says is true." I put my face back in my hands. "I don't want to lose her or know that she hates me for doing this to her. I wish I could say I never met her, but that's not true. She would've been an awesome friend. I wish I never divorced Adrienne and I never fell in love with Cammy."