A Different Kind of Love, chapter 9
"What the hell do you think you're doing Billie?" Mike said, standing up and glaring at Billie Joe.
"What do you want me to do? One more hit and that kid is gonna die Mike. No one else would have helped him if I didn't." Billie looked at Tre for support, but Tre was sitting cross legged on the couch, watching the fight with amusement.
"Its just school yard bullies Billie Joe. A lot of kids have to deal with it, hardly any fucking die...you over analyse everything." Mike walked closer towards Billie Joe and folded his arms.
"It's not..." Tre piped up, looking at Mike.
"What do you mean it's not?" Mike replied, glaring at Tre. He was still angry at him from this morning. Mike looked up at his guitar, which Tre had somehow managed to put up on the rafters of the roof. Tre smiled mischievously.
"I mean its not just 'school yard bullies'...Mike." Billie swallowed, pondering whether to tell Mike or not. He looked closely at Mike's face and recognised in him the person that could hold his tongue if need be.
"It's his father Mike." Billie Joe concluded. Mike's eyes softened as he peered out at the bundle on the couch. Mike looked at his shoes for a minute and decided that Billie Joe was right.
"Ok...I admit, then, he does need help. But..come on Billie Joe if anyone else finds out about this its going to sound a little suss. I mean...a thirty year old man takes a kid he doesn't know from a park, brings him to his studio wrapped in a jacket and then touches him all over his chest? I mean...the line 'take your shirt off, pretend its like the doctors' is not going to sound too convincing to the police we're trying to help him Billie...even if we are. Its just going to land us and the kid in more shit." Mike finished, sitting down on the couch and rubbing his eyes.
"So we tell him not to tell anyone!" Tre suggested. Billie and Mike looked at him.
"Tre...you my friend are a fucking joke." Mike replied. Tre pouted and sulked back on the couch.
"Look Billie...i just..." Mike wondered what they could actually do.
"I just want to help him Mike. I mean...I dunno, he could come here if he needs help...its his own choice and I think the police would hear us out..." Billie Joe hoped they would hear them out. Mike looked deeply at Billie Joe.
"Fine. But that kid had better like coffee."
"What do you want me to do? One more hit and that kid is gonna die Mike. No one else would have helped him if I didn't." Billie looked at Tre for support, but Tre was sitting cross legged on the couch, watching the fight with amusement.
"Its just school yard bullies Billie Joe. A lot of kids have to deal with it, hardly any fucking die...you over analyse everything." Mike walked closer towards Billie Joe and folded his arms.
"It's not..." Tre piped up, looking at Mike.
"What do you mean it's not?" Mike replied, glaring at Tre. He was still angry at him from this morning. Mike looked up at his guitar, which Tre had somehow managed to put up on the rafters of the roof. Tre smiled mischievously.
"I mean its not just 'school yard bullies'...Mike." Billie swallowed, pondering whether to tell Mike or not. He looked closely at Mike's face and recognised in him the person that could hold his tongue if need be.
"It's his father Mike." Billie Joe concluded. Mike's eyes softened as he peered out at the bundle on the couch. Mike looked at his shoes for a minute and decided that Billie Joe was right.
"Ok...I admit, then, he does need help. But..come on Billie Joe if anyone else finds out about this its going to sound a little suss. I mean...a thirty year old man takes a kid he doesn't know from a park, brings him to his studio wrapped in a jacket and then touches him all over his chest? I mean...the line 'take your shirt off, pretend its like the doctors' is not going to sound too convincing to the police we're trying to help him Billie...even if we are. Its just going to land us and the kid in more shit." Mike finished, sitting down on the couch and rubbing his eyes.
"So we tell him not to tell anyone!" Tre suggested. Billie and Mike looked at him.
"Tre...you my friend are a fucking joke." Mike replied. Tre pouted and sulked back on the couch.
"Look Billie...i just..." Mike wondered what they could actually do.
"I just want to help him Mike. I mean...I dunno, he could come here if he needs help...its his own choice and I think the police would hear us out..." Billie Joe hoped they would hear them out. Mike looked deeply at Billie Joe.
"Fine. But that kid had better like coffee."
