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

17: helluva night

the next day, monday, was a shit show.

mike awoke on his bed, no wonder how he got there. he'd called the last people he remembers seeing and they said they got him off of the roof and put him to sleep.

billie woke up at home, binder still on, shoes still laced. he was too angry to sleep. when he got home he was stoned, his mom made him some tea, she could tell he came from a party and something wrong happened.

she decided it best not to get into it right now.

after gerard left, frank was left standing at the front door, his shirt drenched. he took the bus home and cried to the stone roses's i wanna be adored, because he's an idiot.

gerard went home and ripped up all of the songs frank wrote for him, crying and tearing the photos of frank and him.

he did this, he didn't know really why, he really didn't feel like frank did anything wrong, maybe it was because he needed someone to take his anger out on. he was in turmoil at home for getting caught wearing makeup.

his family wasn't all too lgbt friendly.

but whose family is.

trè walked back to the group home he lived at. he shared a room with another boy. the other boy was asleep and when trè came in, he slammed the door and angrily threw off his shoes.

the boy woke up and looked back at trè's bed. "yo, what the fuck."

"dude, that party was a fuck show."

"like.. everyone was fucking??" he asked sleepily.

"no, stupid. so mike, remember mike?"

"yeah, blonde, tall, skinny." the kid recalled.

"so he brought this new kid to the party and i didnt know they were together, and i was getting it on with this kid, mike walks in, the kids like 'oh no mike' blah blah blah. point is, the kid fucked up my relationship with my best friend."

"sucks. go to sleep."

so trè laid on his bed, but to no avail did he get any sleep. he just kept thinking about the next day.

they all went to school, nobody dared say a word to each other, not a mere glance.

billie tried to talk to mike at mike's locker.

mike closed his locker and walked away.

"im sorry!" he said, as he threw his arms up.

meanwhile, frank was sitting next to gerard, they were lab partners.

frank's eyes and nose were red after a night of wallowing in sadness.

as were gerard's.

"hey." frank tried, his voice low and gravelly.

gerard trailed his eyes from his paper to the window.

he didn't say anything.

"gerard, i'm sorry if it seemed like i was doing something wrong."

"stop."

"...and i'm sorry if i was sitting too close to mike, im sorry, i didn't want it to be this way, i love you."

"stop talking." gerard said, louder.

"i just want to talk about it, i would never do anything like that, you know this."

"shut up, shut up, shut up. shut up!"

gerard gathered his things and walked out of the classroom.

frank was left, once again, sitting eyes fixated on the door, waiting for him to come back.

at lunch, nobody showed up to the meeting place but mike. this was his spot. he coined this spot. this is where his people, his loyal friends got together. this is where he met his family.

this just supported that idea he'd come about with; that he couldn't trust anyone. 

he popped a cigarette out and moved to where he would be in the dark instead of where he'd be seen.

frank walked up and leaned behind the wall next to mike.

"hey." frank said, looking up at the sky.

"hey." mike replied, taking a drag.

"helluva night." frank sighed.

"aint that the truth."

"what happened on your end?"

"just stuff. billie and trè about to fuck in my room."

"gerard broke up with me."

"helluva night." mike affirmed.