Green Day one shots (Discontinued)

some fluffy Trike

It's set in modern era. :)

Mike awoke, holding someone's waist. But it wasn't his wife's. No, the figure was not feminine enough. No perfume. Wait, who was he holding?

Mike's p.o.v because I don't feel like narrating.

I opened my eyes fully. I was holding Trè. I shot up with a noise that could only be described as a rebel yell or something. I woke up the drummer next to me, and his eyes met mine. "You are holding me quite romantically, Pritchard."

He knew I hated that name. I pushed him off the bed, glaring at him. "Shut up. Go sleep in your own damn bed." I didn't mean to sound harsh, but I had to be with him. "What if I can't sleep?" He shot back. "Then take some melatonin, Tre."
"And if that doesn't work?" 
"Then you need a sleep specialist." I got up and trudged to the bathroom. I needed to piss. When I was done with my business, I started brushing my teeth. Trè walked in, letting out an annoying purr. "Would you cut that out??" I snapped. Of course, he just kept doing it, but at a louder volume. I chose to do what I had to, spitting in the sink, and rinsing my mouth out. I sighed and wiped my face.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked suddenly. Sure, we were dating behind the scenes, but I never worked up the balls to ask him the question. "Why now?" I asked, putting on shaving cream. "I'm shaving."

"Well, just cause. I'm kiss-starved, Mikey-moo." He cooed.
"Can it wait? I'm not done shaving!" I put the razor up to my face and started to shave at the stubble that threatened to turn into a beard. I sighed in relief as it began working its magic.

"Yeah, but you never kiss me anymore! You always make up excuses, and it's not funny!! 'Sorry Trè, I have an interview with the bass mag,' or 'Sorry Trè, I have to go to bed,' or 'Sorry, Trè, I just ate,' or--or!!" He seemed angry, but then started to cry. "I don't feel loved anymore! L-like I-I'm n-not a priority!" He wailed. I frowned, dropping the razor in the sink. I grew absolutely heartbroken at his sorrow.

I was only halfway done, but I still gave him a hug. "I do love you, Frank, and you are right. I never pay any mind to you except for when we're on stage or in group interviews. I never make time for you. Starting right now, I'll make all the time in the world for you," I whisper, and he rests his head on my shoulder (well, kinda, because of height differences, heh). I rub small circles on his shoulder, and he smiles. "You mean it?"
"I do." I wipe my face with the towel, and I smile softly.

"Bring it in, big lug!" Trè grins, and we kiss softly. I held him closer--if possible, and pull away. "I love you."
"I love you too."

Short and sweet. :) hope ya like.
-Spazz

Wc: 521 words.