Depressed? { Green Day Fic }

Chapter 2

Tre was still whining about how bored he was.

Billie just ignored it and decided taking his jacket off, since he was really feeling warm.

He forgotten that his arms was filled with cuts and scars, why did he forget?

Because he was with his best friend.

The boy took off his jacket, then throwing it on the floor.

Tre looked at him and realise his hands were fillied with it.

"...Billie.."

He looked up at him, with a confused face. "Hm?"

Tre gasp lightly, looking at him. He looked like he nearly cried. "You cut yourself? Why? What? How?"

"Yes. Because I cut. What? I don't know. How? With a blade." Billie replied calmly, taking his jacket, covering his arm.

"Good job, Armstrong. Now you let your best know you cut." Billie hissed himself, well in his mind obviously. He didn't want to say that out loud.

"...Billie." Tre pulled him into a tight hug, he didn't want Billie to feel that way, never. Tre started hugging him tighter.

Fianlly, Billie return the hug, a warm one. He smiled lightly.

Billie likes hugs, he always have. It the only thing he find comforting other than music.

They stayed in that hug position, for quite a long time. It felt like forever to them.

"I'll be here for you, Billie. No worries." Tre fianlly said and slowly broke the hug.

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ok it sucks, bye.

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i love y'all.

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