"Mike. Mike, wake up."
"What?"
"Mike, I'm leaving."
Mike sat up, sleepily and annoyed.
"Where? Where are you going?" He asked.
"I'm running away. I don't know where I'll go, but it has to be far from here." He continued, "Are you coming?"
Mike shook his head.
"Mike, come with me!" Billie whisper-yelled.
"No, Billie. You can't leave me here. You can't go. Don't leave me here."
Billie stood up, and put his hoodie on. He put on his red beanie and his hood over it, then began tying his shoes.
"Billie, please."
The short boy threw on his backpack, it was 2:00 am.
"Bye, Mike. Te amo." Billie held Mike's hand for a second, and leaned in for a kiss.
Mike kissed Billie and then Billie jumped out of the window, running down the street.
"I love you, Billie Joe.." Mike sniffled as he laid back in bed, hugging the stuffed Chewbacca Billie had given to him four christmases before.
The next morning, the tv droned on as Mike moped around, getting ready for a life without Billie Joe. He knew he wasn't coming back.
"If you have seen this boy, Billie Joe Armstrong; please contact this number. Again, if you see Billie Joe Armstrong, please call the number on the screen. Thank you."
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Hiraeth. •Green Day/ Bike
FanfictionHiraeth. yearning, for a home that you cannot return to, no longer exists, or maybe never was. It can also include grief or sadness for who or what you have lost, losses which make your "home" not the same as the one you remember.
