A story about Mike, chapter 1
"GREEN DAY'S MIKE IN SEX SCANDAL!"
The newspapers headline glared back at Mike and made his face burn with anger. It was all lies! He would never rape a woman. Never. Tré and Billie Joe looked at him with sympathy. Mike had been questioned and held overnight, but he was let go this morning. Mike fumed silently as he remembered the gruelling interview. It was like a cop film. He was sitting in a plain room with a mirror on one wall, and the detective walked in looking menacing and gruff. He sat down.
"Why am I here?" Mike had asked.
"Where were you last night Mr Dirnt?"
"I was with my friends at the Kerrang! Awards Ceremony."
"And how long were you there for?"
"Um... between seven pm and two am."
"And after that?"
"I went back to my hotel room and went to bed. I was pretty drunk. Why? Why are you asking me all this?"
The Detective sighed and stood up. He walked over to Mike and hissed in his ear.
"Because you raped a woman last night Mr Dirnt!"
Mike sat up in alarm.
"What? What are you-"
"There is a girl on the other side of that glass. She has been attacked and raped by someone matching your exact description! Someone that goes by the name of Mike Dirnt! YOU! I'll need a DNA swab from you."
"Sure. Whatever you need. Wait-"
"What is it?"
"I-I think I did kiss some girl last night." He said. "She was at the bar at the awards. I was pretty drunk and she started it, but that's all I did! I swear!"
"The detective went "hmm" and a CSI stepped forward and swabbed Mike's cheek.
The Detective said he'd be "Seeing him soon."
Mike drifted back to reality and back into his living room as Billie Joe started talking.
"We believe you." Billie Joe said.
"I know." Mike said.
"Don't worry, the cops will figure out that you couldn't have done it." Tré said. "You were with us the whole time!"
Mike sighed. He got up to glance out of the window, and was met by dozens of camera flashes.
"Fucking press." He growled, and sat back down again. They were silent for a while. Suddenly, the phone rang. Mike picked it up.
"Hello?"
It was the Detective.
"Hello Mr Dirnt."
"Oh. It's you."
"I apologise for pulling you in. Turns out the girl was lying. We have a feeling she's a crazed fan of yours."
"What are you going to do with her?"
"We're letting her see a physiatrist. It turns out that she was raped, but not by you."
"Who was it?"
"I'm afraid I cant tell you that. Again, I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
"No problem."
"I'll be releasing a statement shortly." The detective hung up.
"Who was that?" Billie Joe asked. Mike smiled.
"I'm free." He said simply.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Tré screamed and threw his arms around Mike in a tight bear hug. Mike gasped and nearly fell over.
The newspapers headline glared back at Mike and made his face burn with anger. It was all lies! He would never rape a woman. Never. Tré and Billie Joe looked at him with sympathy. Mike had been questioned and held overnight, but he was let go this morning. Mike fumed silently as he remembered the gruelling interview. It was like a cop film. He was sitting in a plain room with a mirror on one wall, and the detective walked in looking menacing and gruff. He sat down.
"Why am I here?" Mike had asked.
"Where were you last night Mr Dirnt?"
"I was with my friends at the Kerrang! Awards Ceremony."
"And how long were you there for?"
"Um... between seven pm and two am."
"And after that?"
"I went back to my hotel room and went to bed. I was pretty drunk. Why? Why are you asking me all this?"
The Detective sighed and stood up. He walked over to Mike and hissed in his ear.
"Because you raped a woman last night Mr Dirnt!"
Mike sat up in alarm.
"What? What are you-"
"There is a girl on the other side of that glass. She has been attacked and raped by someone matching your exact description! Someone that goes by the name of Mike Dirnt! YOU! I'll need a DNA swab from you."
"Sure. Whatever you need. Wait-"
"What is it?"
"I-I think I did kiss some girl last night." He said. "She was at the bar at the awards. I was pretty drunk and she started it, but that's all I did! I swear!"
"The detective went "hmm" and a CSI stepped forward and swabbed Mike's cheek.
The Detective said he'd be "Seeing him soon."
Mike drifted back to reality and back into his living room as Billie Joe started talking.
"We believe you." Billie Joe said.
"I know." Mike said.
"Don't worry, the cops will figure out that you couldn't have done it." Tré said. "You were with us the whole time!"
Mike sighed. He got up to glance out of the window, and was met by dozens of camera flashes.
"Fucking press." He growled, and sat back down again. They were silent for a while. Suddenly, the phone rang. Mike picked it up.
"Hello?"
It was the Detective.
"Hello Mr Dirnt."
"Oh. It's you."
"I apologise for pulling you in. Turns out the girl was lying. We have a feeling she's a crazed fan of yours."
"What are you going to do with her?"
"We're letting her see a physiatrist. It turns out that she was raped, but not by you."
"Who was it?"
"I'm afraid I cant tell you that. Again, I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
"No problem."
"I'll be releasing a statement shortly." The detective hung up.
"Who was that?" Billie Joe asked. Mike smiled.
"I'm free." He said simply.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Tré screamed and threw his arms around Mike in a tight bear hug. Mike gasped and nearly fell over.
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