Mike and Roxy, chapter 4
Berkley CA, 1977
Billie Joe's POV
"Keep her away from Mike!" I hissed at Jason as I saw the blond-headed girl dressed in black leather walk into the club. "Why?" he asked. "That Roxy," I said, "Roxy Milbert. The well-known drug dealer down here. People have been sayin' shes interested with Mike. He doesn't need even more shit on his plate, especially not someone with Roxy Milberts problems." He nodded and ran over to Mike who was standing with Tre' near the stage.
I grinned happily to myself and walked over to my band. Hopefully that solved one problem with Mike. He didn't need to be near someone like Roxy. Roxy Milbert was a punk. Literally. She had strawberry blond curls and big hazle eyes. She dressed in all black leather and black boots. She also wore way to much make-up but I figured it was her way of getting guys to buy her dope.
She's been selling drugs since the fifth grade. I would know because I used to go to school with her back when I was in middle school. Her mom was a calm lady but also a heroin addict. And apperantly her old man used to beat her up and leave drugs lying around the house. I remember she used to sell joints and weed behind the school. She used to tell younger kids that she had smoked her first joint at the age of 10 with her Dad's best friend. To me, it was unthinkable. When I was ten, I didn't even know what weed was.
"Hey boys," a soft voice greeted behind me. The whole band looked towards me. I moved out of the way. Roxy stood there smiling. I tensed up as I realized what she was here to do. "Uh, c'mon Mike, lets go...over there," Jason stuttered, grabbing Mike and pulling him away from our little crowd. "Wait," Roxy placed her hand on Mike's shoulder, "I don't believe I've ever met you. I'm sure I would remember that cute face." Mike blushed lightly and said, "I'm Mike Pritchard, and you are?"
"Roxy Milbert. Pleasure Mike." I coughed loudly and said, "Well thats nice you both met, but yeah. Jason take Mike over there." I pushed Mike's back but he didn't budge. He and Roxy were staring at eachother. "No, thats okay Billie," Roxy said, turning to me, "Me and Mike will talk for awhile." She grabbed Mike's hand and said, "We'll be outside." Mike grinned, "Yeah, what she said." And then they disappeared in the crowd.
I wirled on Jason. "How could you?! Now he's gonna end up just like her!" I shouted like a little five year old. "Oh, chill out BJ. They're just hanging out outside, I doubt she's gonna dope him up and I doubt he'd even let her in the first place," Jason said. I still couldn't stop thinking about it. I mentally prayed for the rest of the night that they would come back and Roxy would leave. But six hours later, Roxy and Mike still weren't back.
I snuck away from the rest of the band and outside. The cold air whipped at my face. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket and started walking, looking for any sign of Mike or Roxy. I decided to walk threw the park which was three blocks away from the club we had been in. Half way threw the park, I heard a loud laugh in the distance. It was a girls laugh. I walked fasted until I thought I was near it.
"Mike, Roxy?" I asked in the dark air. "Whose there?" I looked around. A lighter was struck. "Hey its Billie!" I spun around. And there he was. Mike and Roxy sitting under an oak tree. Something else hit me. Needles were sprewed all over the grass infront of them. Mike stood up, almost falling down in the process and stumbled over to me. He held up a lighter infront of his face so he could see where he was going. Seeing his face made me back away from him.
His eyes were red and his pupils were huge. His face was so pale, I thought he was a corpse. He looked like one too considering he was wearing practically all black. He smiled sheepishly at me. "Mike?" I asked, "Whats wrong with you?"
"Idiot!" Roxy chilled, shuffling over to him and ripping something out of his arm. "Ow!" Mike rubbed his arm. Squinting into the darkness, I saw that Roxy had pulled a needle out of Mike's arm.
Billie Joe's POV
"Keep her away from Mike!" I hissed at Jason as I saw the blond-headed girl dressed in black leather walk into the club. "Why?" he asked. "That Roxy," I said, "Roxy Milbert. The well-known drug dealer down here. People have been sayin' shes interested with Mike. He doesn't need even more shit on his plate, especially not someone with Roxy Milberts problems." He nodded and ran over to Mike who was standing with Tre' near the stage.
I grinned happily to myself and walked over to my band. Hopefully that solved one problem with Mike. He didn't need to be near someone like Roxy. Roxy Milbert was a punk. Literally. She had strawberry blond curls and big hazle eyes. She dressed in all black leather and black boots. She also wore way to much make-up but I figured it was her way of getting guys to buy her dope.
She's been selling drugs since the fifth grade. I would know because I used to go to school with her back when I was in middle school. Her mom was a calm lady but also a heroin addict. And apperantly her old man used to beat her up and leave drugs lying around the house. I remember she used to sell joints and weed behind the school. She used to tell younger kids that she had smoked her first joint at the age of 10 with her Dad's best friend. To me, it was unthinkable. When I was ten, I didn't even know what weed was.
"Hey boys," a soft voice greeted behind me. The whole band looked towards me. I moved out of the way. Roxy stood there smiling. I tensed up as I realized what she was here to do. "Uh, c'mon Mike, lets go...over there," Jason stuttered, grabbing Mike and pulling him away from our little crowd. "Wait," Roxy placed her hand on Mike's shoulder, "I don't believe I've ever met you. I'm sure I would remember that cute face." Mike blushed lightly and said, "I'm Mike Pritchard, and you are?"
"Roxy Milbert. Pleasure Mike." I coughed loudly and said, "Well thats nice you both met, but yeah. Jason take Mike over there." I pushed Mike's back but he didn't budge. He and Roxy were staring at eachother. "No, thats okay Billie," Roxy said, turning to me, "Me and Mike will talk for awhile." She grabbed Mike's hand and said, "We'll be outside." Mike grinned, "Yeah, what she said." And then they disappeared in the crowd.
I wirled on Jason. "How could you?! Now he's gonna end up just like her!" I shouted like a little five year old. "Oh, chill out BJ. They're just hanging out outside, I doubt she's gonna dope him up and I doubt he'd even let her in the first place," Jason said. I still couldn't stop thinking about it. I mentally prayed for the rest of the night that they would come back and Roxy would leave. But six hours later, Roxy and Mike still weren't back.
I snuck away from the rest of the band and outside. The cold air whipped at my face. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket and started walking, looking for any sign of Mike or Roxy. I decided to walk threw the park which was three blocks away from the club we had been in. Half way threw the park, I heard a loud laugh in the distance. It was a girls laugh. I walked fasted until I thought I was near it.
"Mike, Roxy?" I asked in the dark air. "Whose there?" I looked around. A lighter was struck. "Hey its Billie!" I spun around. And there he was. Mike and Roxy sitting under an oak tree. Something else hit me. Needles were sprewed all over the grass infront of them. Mike stood up, almost falling down in the process and stumbled over to me. He held up a lighter infront of his face so he could see where he was going. Seeing his face made me back away from him.
His eyes were red and his pupils were huge. His face was so pale, I thought he was a corpse. He looked like one too considering he was wearing practically all black. He smiled sheepishly at me. "Mike?" I asked, "Whats wrong with you?"
"Idiot!" Roxy chilled, shuffling over to him and ripping something out of his arm. "Ow!" Mike rubbed his arm. Squinting into the darkness, I saw that Roxy had pulled a needle out of Mike's arm.
