Another kind of Idiot. (Sequel to Loser. Weirdo. Faggot.), chapter 2
Mike was ecstatic. He was sitting at home, content on being with his girlfriend. He finally was a graduate. All those long hours studying while watching his two best friends fuck around had finally paid off. He leaned back onto the couch. He kissed Casey on top of the head. Casey had been right next to him when he got his diploma. She smiled.
Mike felt butterflies fly around inside his stomach. He had known Casey for a year and a half now, but still got goose bumps when he looked at her. Everything was perfect for Mike. He had achieved a goal. He was in love with a girl. He had great friends. He couldn't help but grin.
There was a bang at the door. Mike groaned. He didn't want to get up. He slowly felt his happiness evaporate as he moved. He opened the door. It was Billie; hair messed up and looking tired. He had bags under his eyes. Mike walked him in.
"Bill, what the hell happened with you? You attack a bear?" Billie sat down next to Casey. The butterflies were gone.
"Mike... " he trailed off. He was in a state of being depressed. The last time he had been like this was when Adrienne left him. Billie rubbed the corners of his eyes. "John left." Those were the only two words that he needed to say. Mike knew what had happened. It just didn't sink into him yet.
Mike looked down at Billie, expecting to see tears. But there were none. Instead, he looked pissed off beyond all belief. All of Billie's faith had been with the band. It was his life. His love. He could always turn to music when life had decided to shit on him, or take out his anger on his guitar. Now there would be no more playing music. Green Day was done before they even got started. He knew they should have kept the name Sweet Children.
Billie muttered something to himself. There was no changing John's mind. How could he do this? John was a damn terrific drummer. One of the best friends he ever had. Was he going to go throw that away to be put into some overly priced box? John was gonna blend in like the rest of them. Billie would see that he wouldn't.
"How'd it happen, Bill?" Casey piped up. She could relate to him. She was in a band once. But after a fight broke out with her and the drummer, they had split up. Almost every day she regretted it. Billie's eyes narrowed.
"It was over the phone. The god damn phone. He didn't even do it to my face. How the hell can he do this to us?" He pounded his fist down in frustration. "What are we supposed to do now, huh?" he asked out loud, but it was more directed to himself. "There's no band without a drummer."
Mike bit his lip. No drummer, no band. Bill was right. But he couldn't see Bill just giving up like that. There had to be another option.
Mike felt butterflies fly around inside his stomach. He had known Casey for a year and a half now, but still got goose bumps when he looked at her. Everything was perfect for Mike. He had achieved a goal. He was in love with a girl. He had great friends. He couldn't help but grin.
There was a bang at the door. Mike groaned. He didn't want to get up. He slowly felt his happiness evaporate as he moved. He opened the door. It was Billie; hair messed up and looking tired. He had bags under his eyes. Mike walked him in.
"Bill, what the hell happened with you? You attack a bear?" Billie sat down next to Casey. The butterflies were gone.
"Mike... " he trailed off. He was in a state of being depressed. The last time he had been like this was when Adrienne left him. Billie rubbed the corners of his eyes. "John left." Those were the only two words that he needed to say. Mike knew what had happened. It just didn't sink into him yet.
Mike looked down at Billie, expecting to see tears. But there were none. Instead, he looked pissed off beyond all belief. All of Billie's faith had been with the band. It was his life. His love. He could always turn to music when life had decided to shit on him, or take out his anger on his guitar. Now there would be no more playing music. Green Day was done before they even got started. He knew they should have kept the name Sweet Children.
Billie muttered something to himself. There was no changing John's mind. How could he do this? John was a damn terrific drummer. One of the best friends he ever had. Was he going to go throw that away to be put into some overly priced box? John was gonna blend in like the rest of them. Billie would see that he wouldn't.
"How'd it happen, Bill?" Casey piped up. She could relate to him. She was in a band once. But after a fight broke out with her and the drummer, they had split up. Almost every day she regretted it. Billie's eyes narrowed.
"It was over the phone. The god damn phone. He didn't even do it to my face. How the hell can he do this to us?" He pounded his fist down in frustration. "What are we supposed to do now, huh?" he asked out loud, but it was more directed to himself. "There's no band without a drummer."
Mike bit his lip. No drummer, no band. Bill was right. But he couldn't see Bill just giving up like that. There had to be another option.
