The Joke Is Over (Sequel to Late Night Partiers), chapter 26
"Welp," said the now awakening Tre Cool.. "I'm gonna take a little trip to New York and visit my daughter."
He wandered around the house pretty clumpsily, well if anyone drunk that much they would be wobbly too.
He walked upstairs and entered his dark bedroom. "Hmm, where did I put that suitcase." He fumbled around the room and finally found the suit case filled with clothes from the last trip he had taken. "I don't have to pack, all of these are clean. Ha, the irony! Ha!" Tre seemed a tad bit crazed, but he was in his right mind. "Now, to call Bill and Mike and tell them where I'm going." Tre sat on his bed and grasped the cordless phone on the night stand next to his bed, he dialed a number.
"Hello," Billie said sleepily. "Oh, hey Tre.. Why so early?"
"Going to New York," said Tre.
"Oh, gonna go and visit Ramona, lovely.. Everyone needs to see their kids every once and a while," said Billie wide awake at the fact that Tre wants to leave right now. "Airplane or road.."
"Airplane," said Tre. "Duh! The road takes too damn long."
Billie smiled, "Yeah, we know exactly how long that takes."
"A long fucking time," laughed Tre. "Well, tell Mike cause I know he's staying there. See you guys when I get back.. Bya Bill."
"Have a good time, tell Ramona uncle Billie & Mike said Hey. See ya when you get back, dude, " Billie replied and hung up.
Billie looked at Adrienne, whom was still asleep at his side. He smiled and gazed at her for a few moments before he decided to get up. Looking at the clock, which said 6:34am, he stumbled to the bathroom. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and ran his fingers across his rugged face. "Damn, I gotta shave." He shut the door so the fosset wouldn't wake up Adrienne.
*
Tossing the cover from his body, Mike jumped in terror, "Shit, I hate having dreams like that.." He ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes scanned the dark room, seeing multiple dark objects. Mike took off his sweat soaked shirt and flung it towards the area he knew his shoes were at.
He had fallen asleep listening to his iPod which had died. He grabbed it and looked at it. "I need to put this on charge." He got up, fully awake, and walked over to the darkest part of them room and found a plug in. The charger was already there so all he had to do was plug it in. Mike felt kind of shaky in the dark corner so he stumbled to find the light switch.
The bright light forced Mike's hands in front of his eyes to block the light until he got use to it. He sat in the floor and stared at the scars on his wrists. Mike leaned against the wall and flipped the light switch again, he could still see very clearly even though the lights have been flipped off once again. He stared at his wrists then pulled his knees up to his chest. Propping his elbows in his knees, he clasped his head and tears formed in his eyes, "How could I have got so taken in by the darkness? Why did I let it happen?" He paused and folded his arms. "Get ahold of yourself, man." He rested his chin on his forearm.
"Mike, you awake?" said a voice through the closed door which slowly cracked openned.
"Uh, uh, yeah," Mike muttered wiping away the tears and rolled onto his hands and knees acting like he was looking for something.
"Why are you in the floor? What'd ya lose?" asked Billie Joe walking in. "You want me to help ya look for it?"
Mike looked at Billie and said, "No, I can find it."
"It's not a razor is it?" asked Billie walking up to him and putting a hand on Mike's shoulder.
Mike looked up at him, "N-no.."
Billie's eyes gradually got wider, "You've been crying, haven't you?"
"No," said Mike.
"Don't make me hug you," said Billie trying to make Mike laugh.
Mike smiled weakily and just crawled to the wall then lied his back up against it. Billie walked over to him and sat next to him, "You know you can talk to me.. Even though I may seem like I wouldn't understand, I do.. I'll always be your friend therefore we spill everything, no matter what it is."
Mike looked Billie straight in the eye and hugged him, "I don't know about anything anymore!"
Billie hugged him and tried his best to comfort him, "Alright Mike.." He grasped Mike's shoulders and stared him straight in his blue eyes. "What's wrong?"
Mike's grimace expression kind of told Billie everything, which Billie has always had this "6th Sense", as Tre called it. Like when anyone he is close to gets into a "dark mood" he knows exactly how they feel just by staring them in the eye. Tre said that's why Billie's eyes are so strikingly green.
Mike's eyes wondered off to another object in the room, "I don't know how to explain it."
Billie shook him a bit, "Look at me.. Tell me how you feel."
Mike has never seen Billie this serious, concerned or worried in years, "Empty, sick.. Tired, EMPTY! Just fucking EMPTY!"
Billie's face went grimace as he pulled Mike into a hug, "It's alright, man. Me and Adie are here for you."
Mike felt strange and got up from the floor, "No, I know you guys will.. But it still doesn't stop how I feel!"
Billie sat in the floor still leaned up against the floor. His left arm was propped up on his left knee which was up to his chest. His messy black hair contrasted greatly with the white walls behind him. But what stuck out most was his green eyes staring a hole through Mike, which made Mike feel like he actually had a hole. Mike paced back and forth as Billie watched him. Mike clung to his bear stomach as he thought. The silence wasn't making him feel any better. The feeling of concern overwhelmed Billie's tiny built body.
"Come on Mike," said Billie staring at Mike trying to grasp how he felt.
Mike stopped still clutching his bear torso, "Billie, I know you guys care about me, but it still don't get rid of how I feel. Of course, it will go away for a few hours, but I'll still feel the same."
Billie glared at Mike, "Well, I know we can't fully help you unless you openly want help. I know some people who could help."
"Billie! I don't want any fucking professionals getting paid just to tell me how already feel! AND stuff I already know!" shouted Mike pacing once again.
"Damn it, Mike!" shouted Billie getting up from the floor. "The only reason you know that is because when we were younger you've been to so many.."
Mike interupted, "Shut the hell up! You don't how it was to be me!! I watched my foster parents scream and yell every night!"
Billie stood there and intensily glared at Mike, "If you don't want my help..." He walked out of the room without finishing his sentence.
He wandered around the house pretty clumpsily, well if anyone drunk that much they would be wobbly too.
He walked upstairs and entered his dark bedroom. "Hmm, where did I put that suitcase." He fumbled around the room and finally found the suit case filled with clothes from the last trip he had taken. "I don't have to pack, all of these are clean. Ha, the irony! Ha!" Tre seemed a tad bit crazed, but he was in his right mind. "Now, to call Bill and Mike and tell them where I'm going." Tre sat on his bed and grasped the cordless phone on the night stand next to his bed, he dialed a number.
"Hello," Billie said sleepily. "Oh, hey Tre.. Why so early?"
"Going to New York," said Tre.
"Oh, gonna go and visit Ramona, lovely.. Everyone needs to see their kids every once and a while," said Billie wide awake at the fact that Tre wants to leave right now. "Airplane or road.."
"Airplane," said Tre. "Duh! The road takes too damn long."
Billie smiled, "Yeah, we know exactly how long that takes."
"A long fucking time," laughed Tre. "Well, tell Mike cause I know he's staying there. See you guys when I get back.. Bya Bill."
"Have a good time, tell Ramona uncle Billie & Mike said Hey. See ya when you get back, dude, " Billie replied and hung up.
Billie looked at Adrienne, whom was still asleep at his side. He smiled and gazed at her for a few moments before he decided to get up. Looking at the clock, which said 6:34am, he stumbled to the bathroom. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and ran his fingers across his rugged face. "Damn, I gotta shave." He shut the door so the fosset wouldn't wake up Adrienne.
*
Tossing the cover from his body, Mike jumped in terror, "Shit, I hate having dreams like that.." He ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes scanned the dark room, seeing multiple dark objects. Mike took off his sweat soaked shirt and flung it towards the area he knew his shoes were at.
He had fallen asleep listening to his iPod which had died. He grabbed it and looked at it. "I need to put this on charge." He got up, fully awake, and walked over to the darkest part of them room and found a plug in. The charger was already there so all he had to do was plug it in. Mike felt kind of shaky in the dark corner so he stumbled to find the light switch.
The bright light forced Mike's hands in front of his eyes to block the light until he got use to it. He sat in the floor and stared at the scars on his wrists. Mike leaned against the wall and flipped the light switch again, he could still see very clearly even though the lights have been flipped off once again. He stared at his wrists then pulled his knees up to his chest. Propping his elbows in his knees, he clasped his head and tears formed in his eyes, "How could I have got so taken in by the darkness? Why did I let it happen?" He paused and folded his arms. "Get ahold of yourself, man." He rested his chin on his forearm.
"Mike, you awake?" said a voice through the closed door which slowly cracked openned.
"Uh, uh, yeah," Mike muttered wiping away the tears and rolled onto his hands and knees acting like he was looking for something.
"Why are you in the floor? What'd ya lose?" asked Billie Joe walking in. "You want me to help ya look for it?"
Mike looked at Billie and said, "No, I can find it."
"It's not a razor is it?" asked Billie walking up to him and putting a hand on Mike's shoulder.
Mike looked up at him, "N-no.."
Billie's eyes gradually got wider, "You've been crying, haven't you?"
"No," said Mike.
"Don't make me hug you," said Billie trying to make Mike laugh.
Mike smiled weakily and just crawled to the wall then lied his back up against it. Billie walked over to him and sat next to him, "You know you can talk to me.. Even though I may seem like I wouldn't understand, I do.. I'll always be your friend therefore we spill everything, no matter what it is."
Mike looked Billie straight in the eye and hugged him, "I don't know about anything anymore!"
Billie hugged him and tried his best to comfort him, "Alright Mike.." He grasped Mike's shoulders and stared him straight in his blue eyes. "What's wrong?"
Mike's grimace expression kind of told Billie everything, which Billie has always had this "6th Sense", as Tre called it. Like when anyone he is close to gets into a "dark mood" he knows exactly how they feel just by staring them in the eye. Tre said that's why Billie's eyes are so strikingly green.
Mike's eyes wondered off to another object in the room, "I don't know how to explain it."
Billie shook him a bit, "Look at me.. Tell me how you feel."
Mike has never seen Billie this serious, concerned or worried in years, "Empty, sick.. Tired, EMPTY! Just fucking EMPTY!"
Billie's face went grimace as he pulled Mike into a hug, "It's alright, man. Me and Adie are here for you."
Mike felt strange and got up from the floor, "No, I know you guys will.. But it still doesn't stop how I feel!"
Billie sat in the floor still leaned up against the floor. His left arm was propped up on his left knee which was up to his chest. His messy black hair contrasted greatly with the white walls behind him. But what stuck out most was his green eyes staring a hole through Mike, which made Mike feel like he actually had a hole. Mike paced back and forth as Billie watched him. Mike clung to his bear stomach as he thought. The silence wasn't making him feel any better. The feeling of concern overwhelmed Billie's tiny built body.
"Come on Mike," said Billie staring at Mike trying to grasp how he felt.
Mike stopped still clutching his bear torso, "Billie, I know you guys care about me, but it still don't get rid of how I feel. Of course, it will go away for a few hours, but I'll still feel the same."
Billie glared at Mike, "Well, I know we can't fully help you unless you openly want help. I know some people who could help."
"Billie! I don't want any fucking professionals getting paid just to tell me how already feel! AND stuff I already know!" shouted Mike pacing once again.
"Damn it, Mike!" shouted Billie getting up from the floor. "The only reason you know that is because when we were younger you've been to so many.."
Mike interupted, "Shut the hell up! You don't how it was to be me!! I watched my foster parents scream and yell every night!"
Billie stood there and intensily glared at Mike, "If you don't want my help..." He walked out of the room without finishing his sentence.
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