A Different Kind of Love, chapter 1
Billie Joe closed the door to the recording studio quietly and made his way across the road to the coffee shop. The band could literally not live without coffee. The side affects were quite horrendous. Tre annoyed Mike, Mike pushed Tre, Tre whined which only annoyed Mike further, Mike blew up and shouted that he needed some coffee, Tre went over in a corner and sulked, and Billie Joe went out to get the coffee. Billie chewed his lip at this interesting caffine-deprived cycle of events.
"Three...two...one..." he muttered to himself, and heard a series of bangings from Tre's drums
"NO ONE KNOWS JUST WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH MIAOW MIAOW MIAOW MIAOW" yelled Tre, hitting his drums as loud as possible. Billie turned on the sidewalk and paused.
"One...two...three..." he said, as a huge bang blasted from the recording studio. Billie smiled. Perfect timing.
"SHUT UP TRE!"
"MIKE!!! THAT WAS MY DRUMS! DO YOU WANT ME TO PLAY YOUR GUITAR?!"
"NO! TRE! FOR FUCKS SAKE NO!"
Billie laughed as he quietly continued his walk, winding his footsteps further and further away from Tre's horrible Italian singing and Mike's yells of frustration.
It was quite cold, and winter stung Billie's cheeks as he bustled with his hands in Mike's jacket pockets through the park. Mike always lent Billie his jackets, as Billie hardly ever brought jackets of his own.
Billie walked silent until his thoughts of how to break up Mike and Tre's quarelling were interrupted...
Sniff...sob...sniff...sob sob....
Billie raised an eyebrow, trying to pinpoint the source of the crying. Billie spied two small feet poking out from under a bush in the corner of the small park. The bush quivered slightly with each new sob. Billie slowly made his way towards it. The sobbing grew louder and more frightened as Billie Joe grew closer to the small bush.
He pulled it back slowly and saw a small boy holding himself and crying into his knees. The boy hadn't noticed Billie, and continued to look the other way. Billie studied the back of his head and noticed a gash. Billie frowned. Something was fucked up with this kid...
"Um...are you alright there?" Billie asked quietly. The boy jumped and squealed lightly, pushing himself away from Billie and into the corner of the bush. Billie sat down at the far side of the bush, lowering himself to the kids height. The boy peered up at him, with a look of pure terror in his frightened brown eyes. He was shaking, and Billie scanned his face. Bruises...cuts....and more bruises...
"Why are you crying for? I might be able to help you out.." Billie said, as softly as possible. The little boy shook his head quickly.
"N-no..." he stammered. "I...I don't like...I don't like bigger...bigger boys..."
Billie swallowed and sat more comfortably. He wasn't leaving a kid like this.
"Did bigger boys do that to your face?" Billie asked gently, the little boy nodded.
Billie could see the fear was slowly starting to seep away from his eyes, and the boy began to talk without stammering. He was actually very talkative.
"They do it all the time...its nothing new...who are you? Why did you come here for?" the little boy peered curiously at Billie.
"I came here for coffee..." Billie said, feeling like an idiot. The boy laughed.
"This is a bush, silly, you can't make coffee in a bush!" the kid wiped his eyes lightly and extended his hand.
"I'm Zach...if I had any friends they'd probably call me that..." Billie beamed. Smart kid.
"Billie. I...I came for the coffee." They both smiled.
"Three...two...one..." he muttered to himself, and heard a series of bangings from Tre's drums
"NO ONE KNOWS JUST WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH MIAOW MIAOW MIAOW MIAOW" yelled Tre, hitting his drums as loud as possible. Billie turned on the sidewalk and paused.
"One...two...three..." he said, as a huge bang blasted from the recording studio. Billie smiled. Perfect timing.
"SHUT UP TRE!"
"MIKE!!! THAT WAS MY DRUMS! DO YOU WANT ME TO PLAY YOUR GUITAR?!"
"NO! TRE! FOR FUCKS SAKE NO!"
Billie laughed as he quietly continued his walk, winding his footsteps further and further away from Tre's horrible Italian singing and Mike's yells of frustration.
It was quite cold, and winter stung Billie's cheeks as he bustled with his hands in Mike's jacket pockets through the park. Mike always lent Billie his jackets, as Billie hardly ever brought jackets of his own.
Billie walked silent until his thoughts of how to break up Mike and Tre's quarelling were interrupted...
Sniff...sob...sniff...sob sob....
Billie raised an eyebrow, trying to pinpoint the source of the crying. Billie spied two small feet poking out from under a bush in the corner of the small park. The bush quivered slightly with each new sob. Billie slowly made his way towards it. The sobbing grew louder and more frightened as Billie Joe grew closer to the small bush.
He pulled it back slowly and saw a small boy holding himself and crying into his knees. The boy hadn't noticed Billie, and continued to look the other way. Billie studied the back of his head and noticed a gash. Billie frowned. Something was fucked up with this kid...
"Um...are you alright there?" Billie asked quietly. The boy jumped and squealed lightly, pushing himself away from Billie and into the corner of the bush. Billie sat down at the far side of the bush, lowering himself to the kids height. The boy peered up at him, with a look of pure terror in his frightened brown eyes. He was shaking, and Billie scanned his face. Bruises...cuts....and more bruises...
"Why are you crying for? I might be able to help you out.." Billie said, as softly as possible. The little boy shook his head quickly.
"N-no..." he stammered. "I...I don't like...I don't like bigger...bigger boys..."
Billie swallowed and sat more comfortably. He wasn't leaving a kid like this.
"Did bigger boys do that to your face?" Billie asked gently, the little boy nodded.
Billie could see the fear was slowly starting to seep away from his eyes, and the boy began to talk without stammering. He was actually very talkative.
"They do it all the time...its nothing new...who are you? Why did you come here for?" the little boy peered curiously at Billie.
"I came here for coffee..." Billie said, feeling like an idiot. The boy laughed.
"This is a bush, silly, you can't make coffee in a bush!" the kid wiped his eyes lightly and extended his hand.
"I'm Zach...if I had any friends they'd probably call me that..." Billie beamed. Smart kid.
"Billie. I...I came for the coffee." They both smiled.
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