Ruining my pretending• Green Day

5: the show.

.billie
My heart pounded as I walked onstage.

Mike and I hadn't talked since Saturday night.

I'd texted him at 3 p.m on Sunday, but he didn't answer me.

I threw on my guitar and they gave me a couple of picks I shoved in my pocket.

The crowd cheered and screamed the band's name.

I walked up to the Mic and smiled.

I waved to the crowd.

"Hi!"

They laughed, and I strummed an open chord.

"I said HEEEYOOoooo c'mon!"

"Heyyyyooo!"

Then, I started playing Minority.

The show went on.

"I heard it all before, Mike Dirnt's a dirty whore!"

Mike shot a look at me and I laughed.

The show was nearing it's end, and I could tell Mike was bothered by my smart improv.

The crowd was great, they were hyped and everything.

Mike walked up on the part of the stage that extends into the crowd but still is the stage, and began doing his signature Longview bass line.

"I sit around and watch the tube, but nothing's on. Change the channels for an hour or two. Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit, I'm sick of all the same ol' SHIT!"

The crowd threw the next line back at us, and we played through most of the song, Mike hadn't moved from that spot, so I walked over to him.

"Billie, please." He mouthed to me, and shook his head.

"Not now." He said, loud enough for me to hear.

I watched him for a second, and stopped playing as (for some reason) I cupped my hands beside his face and brought him in for a big kiss.

He scowled at me, blushing. He put on that happy stage look as he yelled "Yeah!" Into the crowd.

The crowd went insane.

After the show finished, I blew kisses to the crowd as the fireworks went off.

"Billie." Mike grabbed my wrist and walked to his dressing room.

He closed the door, and I sat on the couch.

"What the fuck was that?"

I coughed, raised my eyebrow, and smiled.

"What was what?"

He glared at me and took a deep breath.

"Billie, you're my best friend. Do you know that?"

.mike

I knew I had to break us off. We were just friends, like it or not.

I was married, he was married.

"Yeah." He nodded, and shrugged.

I sat on the other couch and turned to him.

"I-I'm married."

He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Oh. Right! Brittney, Brittney, Brittney." He inhaled sharply.

I nodded.

"-A-And you're married to Adrienne."

"Yeah."