Mike's Dirty Little Secret, chapter 21
The next day
It's not like I wanted to go to school, but Billie and Mike gave me a lift so I didn't have to ride that awful bus. That was about the highlight of the morning. Billie and I had our first class together: math. I hated math the most out of all of my classes. But maybe with Billie it wouldn't be too bad, but if I broke it off with him, he might hate me forever. And then if I got with Mike, his best friend, all hell might break loose and he might kill Mike. But aside from that maybe things would be okay.
The day was pretty uneventful. We ate with Tre at lunch. And since Mike knew about Billie and I, Billie was more touchy-feely with me. We all sat at a table in the corner of the lunch room and Billie Joe had his arm around me. He kept leaning over and kissing my neck, and kissing me. I was turned on by it, but at the same time, I wanted him to stop. I want to tell him that I wanted Mike not him. But could I ever really do that? I mean, I love Billie, he was my first. But to be honest, I don't feel that much in that way for him anymore. He's a nice guy, and I'd love to have him as a friend. But, I want Mike; that's the guy I want to spend my life with...now that's a big decision. I didn't know if Mike saw it that way, but I knew he loved me. And I knew he wanted to do nothing more than to knock Billie's lights out for touching me. I could see the jealousy in his face; he was trying hard not to show it, but I could see. He was trying to laugh at all the things Tre was saying. But you could tell it was bothering him.
After school I rode back with Mike. Billie was going to practice. Mike drove me home, in the car and we started to talk.
"He was all over you today," Mike said.
"Yeah, I know, sorta bothered me a bit," I replied.
"Then why didn't you ask him to stop?" Mike asked, sounding a tad irritated.
"'Cause, I dunno, I didn't," I replied without a clue.
Mike sighed. "I understand, he's still your boyfriend."
"Yep, I wanna break it off with him though. I mean I love him, but I think only in a friend way. Just yeah, you know?" I asked.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he replied.
There was a bit of silence.
"I think I love you not him," I blurted out.
Mike didn't say a word at first. "I love you too," he replied. "And I really mean that."
He grinned, and then couldn't get the grin off his face, he was blushing.
"Mikey, you're blushing," I accused.
"Am not!" he argued.
"Yeah, you are!" I replied. "What is there to be embarrassed about?" I asked.
"...You're just so pretty, I just mean it so much when I say I love you, 'cause I do," he replied sweetly.
"Aww," I cooed.
Mike went redder. "I think that's sweet," I said.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think it is," I replied.
"Thanks," Mike said and he tried to avert his head.
I giggled.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing, you're just too cute," I replied.
We pulled into the drive way. Mike stopped the car and he turned it off. I looked over at Mike and he was smiling. I leaned over the seat and I kissed him softly. We took each others heads in our hands and we started to french. I had no clue how long we had done this for; but I knew Mike liked it.
We finally made it inside. We went in the kitchen and Mike made me and him something to eat: sandwiches and chips. We ate and talked. then Mike and I went up to his room. He played a bit of bass for me. But when he was done and he had put the bass away, Mike and I started getting...close.
*Billie Joe's POV*
Fucking football. I didn't like staying after for practice. I rarely got any field time anyway. I was going to go home, unwind. Maybe smoke some pot with Mike. I wasn't as mad at him anymore. He told me about what happened, and I was cool with it, I guess. He burned the tapes, which made me feel better. I walked home from school. We lived close enough to walk, but we mostly drove. But I walked home from practice. It didn't matter to me. I was glad to be walking and clearing my head. I walked up to the front door. I put my key in the lock and I opened the door. I didn't hear anything. I wasn't even sure if Mike was home. I went into the kitchen and I made my self some skettios. I went to go sit in the living room
I was sitting and enjoying the peace and quiet. I was sitting, eating my skettios, when I heard a banging noise above my head. I looked up at the ceiling. It sounded like someone was having sex in Mike's room. What the hell? I asked myself. I put my bowl down on the coffee table and I went to go see what was up. I started to go up the stairs and I could hear moaning. Familiar moaning that I know, moaning that sounded like-
No fucking way in hell.
I started to go up the stairs quieter now. I wanted to catch them in the act. I creeped quietly through the hallway slowly and now I could hear them. Saying dirty things to each other and saying each others names.
"Oh Mikey baby," I heard
That one comment, sent me over the edge, only Destiny called baby. I busted into the room seeing my best friend and my girlfriend naked. Mike was on top of her and I was pissed.
*End of Billie Joe's POV*
Mike got off of me and we tried to cover up in front of Billie.
"How the fuck could you? I thought you fucking loved me!" Billie shouted.
"Billie I-" I tried to say.
"How could you do this to me? HUH??" Billie asked, and his eyes filled with tears. "I loved you."
He started to break down and cry. I felt horrible.
"Why huh? Am I not good enough? Is that what it is? Not good enough?" Billie asked.
"No, just, I was going to tell you tonight. I wanted to break it off. I feel like I don't love you in that way anymore. I feel...closer to Mike now," I replied softly.
"What?" Billie asked looking up, his face covered in tears.
"I'm sorry Billie," I said. "I still want to be friends with you, I love you, but not like that, anymore."
He stared for a moment and thought it over, it looked as though.
"Alright," he said, standing up and wiping his tears. "I'm going to go to my room. 'Night." Billie said, and walked out the door.
It's not like I wanted to go to school, but Billie and Mike gave me a lift so I didn't have to ride that awful bus. That was about the highlight of the morning. Billie and I had our first class together: math. I hated math the most out of all of my classes. But maybe with Billie it wouldn't be too bad, but if I broke it off with him, he might hate me forever. And then if I got with Mike, his best friend, all hell might break loose and he might kill Mike. But aside from that maybe things would be okay.
The day was pretty uneventful. We ate with Tre at lunch. And since Mike knew about Billie and I, Billie was more touchy-feely with me. We all sat at a table in the corner of the lunch room and Billie Joe had his arm around me. He kept leaning over and kissing my neck, and kissing me. I was turned on by it, but at the same time, I wanted him to stop. I want to tell him that I wanted Mike not him. But could I ever really do that? I mean, I love Billie, he was my first. But to be honest, I don't feel that much in that way for him anymore. He's a nice guy, and I'd love to have him as a friend. But, I want Mike; that's the guy I want to spend my life with...now that's a big decision. I didn't know if Mike saw it that way, but I knew he loved me. And I knew he wanted to do nothing more than to knock Billie's lights out for touching me. I could see the jealousy in his face; he was trying hard not to show it, but I could see. He was trying to laugh at all the things Tre was saying. But you could tell it was bothering him.
After school I rode back with Mike. Billie was going to practice. Mike drove me home, in the car and we started to talk.
"He was all over you today," Mike said.
"Yeah, I know, sorta bothered me a bit," I replied.
"Then why didn't you ask him to stop?" Mike asked, sounding a tad irritated.
"'Cause, I dunno, I didn't," I replied without a clue.
Mike sighed. "I understand, he's still your boyfriend."
"Yep, I wanna break it off with him though. I mean I love him, but I think only in a friend way. Just yeah, you know?" I asked.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he replied.
There was a bit of silence.
"I think I love you not him," I blurted out.
Mike didn't say a word at first. "I love you too," he replied. "And I really mean that."
He grinned, and then couldn't get the grin off his face, he was blushing.
"Mikey, you're blushing," I accused.
"Am not!" he argued.
"Yeah, you are!" I replied. "What is there to be embarrassed about?" I asked.
"...You're just so pretty, I just mean it so much when I say I love you, 'cause I do," he replied sweetly.
"Aww," I cooed.
Mike went redder. "I think that's sweet," I said.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think it is," I replied.
"Thanks," Mike said and he tried to avert his head.
I giggled.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing, you're just too cute," I replied.
We pulled into the drive way. Mike stopped the car and he turned it off. I looked over at Mike and he was smiling. I leaned over the seat and I kissed him softly. We took each others heads in our hands and we started to french. I had no clue how long we had done this for; but I knew Mike liked it.
We finally made it inside. We went in the kitchen and Mike made me and him something to eat: sandwiches and chips. We ate and talked. then Mike and I went up to his room. He played a bit of bass for me. But when he was done and he had put the bass away, Mike and I started getting...close.
*Billie Joe's POV*
Fucking football. I didn't like staying after for practice. I rarely got any field time anyway. I was going to go home, unwind. Maybe smoke some pot with Mike. I wasn't as mad at him anymore. He told me about what happened, and I was cool with it, I guess. He burned the tapes, which made me feel better. I walked home from school. We lived close enough to walk, but we mostly drove. But I walked home from practice. It didn't matter to me. I was glad to be walking and clearing my head. I walked up to the front door. I put my key in the lock and I opened the door. I didn't hear anything. I wasn't even sure if Mike was home. I went into the kitchen and I made my self some skettios. I went to go sit in the living room
I was sitting and enjoying the peace and quiet. I was sitting, eating my skettios, when I heard a banging noise above my head. I looked up at the ceiling. It sounded like someone was having sex in Mike's room. What the hell? I asked myself. I put my bowl down on the coffee table and I went to go see what was up. I started to go up the stairs and I could hear moaning. Familiar moaning that I know, moaning that sounded like-
No fucking way in hell.
I started to go up the stairs quieter now. I wanted to catch them in the act. I creeped quietly through the hallway slowly and now I could hear them. Saying dirty things to each other and saying each others names.
"Oh Mikey baby," I heard
That one comment, sent me over the edge, only Destiny called baby. I busted into the room seeing my best friend and my girlfriend naked. Mike was on top of her and I was pissed.
*End of Billie Joe's POV*
Mike got off of me and we tried to cover up in front of Billie.
"How the fuck could you? I thought you fucking loved me!" Billie shouted.
"Billie I-" I tried to say.
"How could you do this to me? HUH??" Billie asked, and his eyes filled with tears. "I loved you."
He started to break down and cry. I felt horrible.
"Why huh? Am I not good enough? Is that what it is? Not good enough?" Billie asked.
"No, just, I was going to tell you tonight. I wanted to break it off. I feel like I don't love you in that way anymore. I feel...closer to Mike now," I replied softly.
"What?" Billie asked looking up, his face covered in tears.
"I'm sorry Billie," I said. "I still want to be friends with you, I love you, but not like that, anymore."
He stared for a moment and thought it over, it looked as though.
"Alright," he said, standing up and wiping his tears. "I'm going to go to my room. 'Night." Billie said, and walked out the door.
