Don't ask, Don't tell.• Bike/Green Day

14: masculine

"No, this is Billie."

His mom raised an eyebrow.

"Billie's a boy."

Billie was acting like he was asleep...

He wasn't.

"So what, Mike? You're a fag now?"

Mike sighed.

"Sure, mother."

Mike sat up in bed as his mother closed the door. He ran his hands through his beautiful, soft, golden hair.

He looked over to Billie, and covered him more with the blanket.

" 'm sorry Mike." Billie sniffled.

"For what?"

"Y-Your mom."

"No, no! No, Bill.. it's okay."

Do i really look like a girl? Billie asked himself.

As if Mike could read Billie's thoughts, he laid back in bed with Billie.

"Hey, you know she's just being mean, right? You know you're a boy, you look like a boy. Please, don't listen to her. Okay?"

The words went over Billie's head.

I need to look more masculine. He thought.

Billie sat up and yawned.

"Okay, Mike. Uh, I should get going to my house."

It was 10:03 am.

"Oh." There was a pause. "Okay. Want me to walk you home?"

"No it's okay."

"I'm really sorry, Bill."

Billie finished getting ready, and rage began coursing through his veins the moment he laid eyes on his binder.

"Fucking stupid piece of shit." He muttered under his breath.

He stuffed it in his backpack, and began walking out.

"Text me." Mike called out.

"I will."

Billie was practically obliterating everything in his wake. Dandelions, daisies, rocks.

It couldn't satisfy his thirst for pain. He wanted the feeling gone.

He walked past a light pole, backtracked, and punched the grey pole.

"Ahhhhh.. fuck." He said, looking at his aching fist with a smile.

He walked contently back home, massaging his hand.