Joey's Depression (The Sequel To Mike's Determination), chapter 1
"I'M NOT COMING OUT!" Joey cried, crossing his arms.
"Why not?" Mike asked.
"Because," Joey answered.
"Because why?" Mike quizzed.
"I'm bad luck. Michelle died, Dad left and Tre's got cancer!" he explained.
"No, I'm bad luck!" Mike denied.
"Mike, I just don't want to, okay?"
"Hey guys!" Adrienne called. "Billie's on the phone!" Joey's face lit up. He unlocked the door and raced to the phone, just beating Mike to it.
"Hi, Dad," he dully groaned.
"Hi, Joey. Look, I'm sorry about everything. I want to come back!" Billie Joe apologised.
"Then why don't you?" Joey questioned.
"I just...can't," Billie sighed.
"Then why did you go to Adelaide in the first place?" Joey curiously wondered.
"It's just...uhmm..."
"Well!?"
"I...I don't know. Look, why can't you just forgive me?"
"FORGIVE YOU!? After everything that's happened?! After you ditched, Mum, Jakob, Mike, Tre and I? Not likely!"
"Joey, please."
"Just get out of my life." He handed the phone to Mike.
"Hey?" he asked.
"Hey," Billie Joe replied.
"How's life?" Mike awed.
"Pretty much the low-life shit I used to live in. I mean come on, I have no money, I don't know anyone around here, and I'm living in the worst hotel ever!!" exclaimed Billie.
"That's your problem, not mine."
"Who do you suddenly hate me!?"
"Billie. Have you actually stopped and thought about any of this!? You just ditched us!!!"
"But..." Just then, Billie Joe's mobile slipped out of his hand and onto the nearby road, shattering into a million pieces. "There goes another one," he sighed. He looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings that he was living on. "Okay now what?" he angrily grumbled in his mind.
***
"Billie!!?" Mike shouted into the phone receiver.
"What's up with him now? Another mental attack?" Joey questioned under his breath.
"Looks like he broke another phone," Mike sighed, placing the phone receiver down.
"What is it with him and breaking mobile phones?" Joey asked.
"Where's Jakob?" Mike quizzed Joey.
"He's in his room. He's really upset. I think he misses Tre. I mean, we haven't seen him in a while," Joey told him.
"I think that everything's that's happened these days has just taken its toll on him," Adrienne guessed. There was an odd silence, before Joey plonked himself down on a couch.
"I'm depressed," he groaned.
"I second that motion," Mike followed, also chucking himself down on the couch.
"I know what'll cheer us up!!" Adrienne exclaimed.
"Bake some cookies?" Mike quizzed, a grin appearing on his face.
"No, let's go to the museum!" she suggested. Joey and Mike exchanged glances.
"Who votes cookies? Say I," Joey asked.
"I," he and Mike said in unison.
"Apposed?" he continued.
"I," Adrienne said.
"Cookies it is," Mike smiled, stretching himself, and then leaping up.
"Oh no you're not," Adrienne smiled. "Jakob! What letter comes after 'H'?"
"I," came the reply.
"There we have it," she laughed.
***
Billie Joe stood around for what seemed like 10 years, before someone bashed into him. "Oh sorry," the voice said.
"Watch it, freak!" Billie Joe snapped.
"Excuse me!?" the voice struck.
"I said watch it, freak!" Billie Joe repeated.
"Oh go and put on a fresh tampon!" the voice laughed. Every time it said something, it became more and more familiar. Then Billie Joe looked up to the person, and jumped back when he realised who it was.
"Why do you keep popping up like this!?" he exclaimed.
"Because I'm a spastic stalker. Why do you think?! I have to re-join the band. I'm persistent, man," John told him.
"I told you, there's no place for you in the band. Tre's a great drummer," Billie Joe reminded John.
"Soon he'll be a great DEAD drummer," John chuckled.
"That's NOT funny," Billie jumped, trying to look brave. "I need to tell Mike," Billie Joe uttered in his mind, as John walked off. "Idea-aa!" he sang a few seconds later. He was the vocalist for Green Day- He could become a busker to earn money for a pay-phone call.
***
"The museum's BORING!" grouched Joey, as soon as everyone had set foot into the local museum.
"I know," Mike grunted.
"No it isn't," Adrienne smiled. "Oh look! A porcelain vase!"
"It's a plain white vase. What's so interesting about it?" Mike questioned.
"It's one trillion years old!" Jakob grinned.
"It's only one thousand, Jakob," Joey grumbled.
"Hey Joey, how about we go look at the giant squid thingy!" Mike suggested.
"YEAH!!" Joey jumped. Together they started walking down the long, stern hallway. They had been walking around for about 2 minutes, when Joey stopped at one of the pictures, which was in a glass case, and sighed. Slowly he pressed his face against the clear glass covering. "This was Michelle's favourite painting," he whispered, his words making a puff of white mist appear on the glass. Mike put a sympathetic hand on Joey's shoulder. He glared up at the painting, his aquamarine blue eyes scanning it wildly, the vines and black cats with bright eyes that resembled Joey's madly making him feel dizzy, and the depressed heaves of Joey making him feel even more depressed.
"C'mon," he said quietly, turning around. Joey following him.
***
"Another turning point a fork stuck in the road," he sang. Good Riddance had the best vocals in it, plus it's the song the old people would like, since they're usually the only people who do give money to buskers. Soon enough, he had enough money for a phone call. He rushed down the street as fast as he could, to reach a phone booth. Billie shoved the money into the slot and punched in Mike's mobile number.
***
The phone rang, and rang, and rang. Mike groaned- he didn't wanna answer it. But whoever it was, they were persistent. "Hey," he whispered.
"Hi, Mike," Billie Joe greeted.
"What?" Mike asked.
"I just ran into John. Again. He said that he's gonna kill Tre, or something along the lines of that," Billie Joe ushered.
"What the...?" Mike stuttered.
"It's true," Billie beckoned. "You have to get there before he does!"
"John's in Adelaide. I'm 10 blocks away from the hospital. What the hell makes you think that he'd get there before me?"
"I don't know. This dude's like...a witch or something. He just keeps popping up everywhere."
"Okay, Billie. I'll be there."
"Why not?" Mike asked.
"Because," Joey answered.
"Because why?" Mike quizzed.
"I'm bad luck. Michelle died, Dad left and Tre's got cancer!" he explained.
"No, I'm bad luck!" Mike denied.
"Mike, I just don't want to, okay?"
"Hey guys!" Adrienne called. "Billie's on the phone!" Joey's face lit up. He unlocked the door and raced to the phone, just beating Mike to it.
"Hi, Dad," he dully groaned.
"Hi, Joey. Look, I'm sorry about everything. I want to come back!" Billie Joe apologised.
"Then why don't you?" Joey questioned.
"I just...can't," Billie sighed.
"Then why did you go to Adelaide in the first place?" Joey curiously wondered.
"It's just...uhmm..."
"Well!?"
"I...I don't know. Look, why can't you just forgive me?"
"FORGIVE YOU!? After everything that's happened?! After you ditched, Mum, Jakob, Mike, Tre and I? Not likely!"
"Joey, please."
"Just get out of my life." He handed the phone to Mike.
"Hey?" he asked.
"Hey," Billie Joe replied.
"How's life?" Mike awed.
"Pretty much the low-life shit I used to live in. I mean come on, I have no money, I don't know anyone around here, and I'm living in the worst hotel ever!!" exclaimed Billie.
"That's your problem, not mine."
"Who do you suddenly hate me!?"
"Billie. Have you actually stopped and thought about any of this!? You just ditched us!!!"
"But..." Just then, Billie Joe's mobile slipped out of his hand and onto the nearby road, shattering into a million pieces. "There goes another one," he sighed. He looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings that he was living on. "Okay now what?" he angrily grumbled in his mind.
***
"Billie!!?" Mike shouted into the phone receiver.
"What's up with him now? Another mental attack?" Joey questioned under his breath.
"Looks like he broke another phone," Mike sighed, placing the phone receiver down.
"What is it with him and breaking mobile phones?" Joey asked.
"Where's Jakob?" Mike quizzed Joey.
"He's in his room. He's really upset. I think he misses Tre. I mean, we haven't seen him in a while," Joey told him.
"I think that everything's that's happened these days has just taken its toll on him," Adrienne guessed. There was an odd silence, before Joey plonked himself down on a couch.
"I'm depressed," he groaned.
"I second that motion," Mike followed, also chucking himself down on the couch.
"I know what'll cheer us up!!" Adrienne exclaimed.
"Bake some cookies?" Mike quizzed, a grin appearing on his face.
"No, let's go to the museum!" she suggested. Joey and Mike exchanged glances.
"Who votes cookies? Say I," Joey asked.
"I," he and Mike said in unison.
"Apposed?" he continued.
"I," Adrienne said.
"Cookies it is," Mike smiled, stretching himself, and then leaping up.
"Oh no you're not," Adrienne smiled. "Jakob! What letter comes after 'H'?"
"I," came the reply.
"There we have it," she laughed.
***
Billie Joe stood around for what seemed like 10 years, before someone bashed into him. "Oh sorry," the voice said.
"Watch it, freak!" Billie Joe snapped.
"Excuse me!?" the voice struck.
"I said watch it, freak!" Billie Joe repeated.
"Oh go and put on a fresh tampon!" the voice laughed. Every time it said something, it became more and more familiar. Then Billie Joe looked up to the person, and jumped back when he realised who it was.
"Why do you keep popping up like this!?" he exclaimed.
"Because I'm a spastic stalker. Why do you think?! I have to re-join the band. I'm persistent, man," John told him.
"I told you, there's no place for you in the band. Tre's a great drummer," Billie Joe reminded John.
"Soon he'll be a great DEAD drummer," John chuckled.
"That's NOT funny," Billie jumped, trying to look brave. "I need to tell Mike," Billie Joe uttered in his mind, as John walked off. "Idea-aa!" he sang a few seconds later. He was the vocalist for Green Day- He could become a busker to earn money for a pay-phone call.
***
"The museum's BORING!" grouched Joey, as soon as everyone had set foot into the local museum.
"I know," Mike grunted.
"No it isn't," Adrienne smiled. "Oh look! A porcelain vase!"
"It's a plain white vase. What's so interesting about it?" Mike questioned.
"It's one trillion years old!" Jakob grinned.
"It's only one thousand, Jakob," Joey grumbled.
"Hey Joey, how about we go look at the giant squid thingy!" Mike suggested.
"YEAH!!" Joey jumped. Together they started walking down the long, stern hallway. They had been walking around for about 2 minutes, when Joey stopped at one of the pictures, which was in a glass case, and sighed. Slowly he pressed his face against the clear glass covering. "This was Michelle's favourite painting," he whispered, his words making a puff of white mist appear on the glass. Mike put a sympathetic hand on Joey's shoulder. He glared up at the painting, his aquamarine blue eyes scanning it wildly, the vines and black cats with bright eyes that resembled Joey's madly making him feel dizzy, and the depressed heaves of Joey making him feel even more depressed.
"C'mon," he said quietly, turning around. Joey following him.
***
"Another turning point a fork stuck in the road," he sang. Good Riddance had the best vocals in it, plus it's the song the old people would like, since they're usually the only people who do give money to buskers. Soon enough, he had enough money for a phone call. He rushed down the street as fast as he could, to reach a phone booth. Billie shoved the money into the slot and punched in Mike's mobile number.
***
The phone rang, and rang, and rang. Mike groaned- he didn't wanna answer it. But whoever it was, they were persistent. "Hey," he whispered.
"Hi, Mike," Billie Joe greeted.
"What?" Mike asked.
"I just ran into John. Again. He said that he's gonna kill Tre, or something along the lines of that," Billie Joe ushered.
"What the...?" Mike stuttered.
"It's true," Billie beckoned. "You have to get there before he does!"
"John's in Adelaide. I'm 10 blocks away from the hospital. What the hell makes you think that he'd get there before me?"
"I don't know. This dude's like...a witch or something. He just keeps popping up everywhere."
"Okay, Billie. I'll be there."
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