An Unnamed Bike Short Story {Billie Joe Armstrong x Mike Dirnt}

***"Shit, shit, shit!" I shout breathlessly, feet pounding against the squeaky school tile as I make my way to the bathroom.

Apparently, Billie had another fit, freaking out and crying...

Y'know, the usual.

They called my teacher and told her to send me.

They know I'm the only one he trusts.

The only one he'll talk too.

But God, I wish he'd just tell me why he gets so anxious.

I've known him since we were really little and he still hasn't told me.

I can only guess something bad happened when he was a kid, cause he's always been like this.

Freaking out for no reason, suddenly petrified of everyone except me.

And when I say he's not petrified of me, not only is he not afraid of me but he desperately clings to me.

It's like he needs me to pull him from this, and I do it gladly, over and overn again, just like I have for years.

I'd do anything for my Billie. ***

Written from 10/27/19 at 10 PM -10/28/19 at 3 AM

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