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Slip of a Boy	By : KarmaKiller Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Slip of a Boy.
Author: Sarah Elizabeth (Karma Killer)
Summary: Set up in chapters, but basically a series of vignettes chronicling the downfall of Billie Joe's marriage and the growth of his relationship with Mike.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Billie Joe/Mike Dirnt
Feedback: desired.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the arrangement of words. Completely non-profit and completely hormonal.

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Frayed Ends (Epilogue)

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Sometimes Billie Joe would smile again. And sometimes Mike would find him lost in his own thoughts, staring intently at a wall or some other inanimate object as if it held the ultimate answer to everything.

Things were better, but things weren't exactly good.
Sometimes Billie Joe just wouldn't say anything at all and sometimes he would slip back into old habits. Mike had come home several times to find the smaller man splayed out on the kitchen floor, nursing a bottle of tequila, vodka, whiskey or a combination of the three. And of course, since this was Billie Joe, such behavior was not gone about subtly. Mike would discover the kitchen in a state of massacre. As if everything had stood between Billie Joe and his liquor.

And then he would pick his bandmate up, hoist the drunken mumbling fool over his shoulder, and carry him to the nearest shower where he would dump him unceremoniously in the tub and set the spray on cold.

Of course, after such events Billie Joe would scream and curse and lash out at Mike in his anger. The bassist even had a few bruises from when Billie Joe managed to land a decent swing or two.

But afterwards, Billie Joe would always settle and sober. And he would apologize. Sometimes Billie Joe would cry and beg Mike not to hate him, not to leave him. Such requests were obscene, concepts Mike hadn't even considered, yet he would hold his lover and soothe him all the same; threading his hands through Billie's hair and placing feather-light kisses to his temple.

Those were the tough days. The restless nights.

But right now, right in this moment, everything was feeling a bit better, peaceful even. That was when the phone rang.

Billie Joe had ripped all his phone cords out of the wall sockets weeks earlier, refusing social contact with anyone excluding Mike. So when the shrill sound echoed through the sitting area, Billie Joe jumped, his eyes wide and his head snapping to the source of the sound. After a few seconds he glanced over Mike's way. The bassist was stretched out on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table and some obscure novel in his hand.

"You plugged the phones back in."

Mike didn't look up from his page, but answered patiently, "Yeah, I did."

Billie Joe looked annoyed. "Why?"

At this, Mike sighed and put his book down. "You need to talk to him," he said as he began to count out the phone rings in the background.

Billie Joe kicked his shoes stubbornly against the edge of the rug. "He said his fucking piece."

"So you say yours," Mike answered sternly, picking his book back up and flipping back to his abandoned page. The smaller man stared at him with a knitted brow.

"You're not going to let this go are you?"

"Nope," Mike answered, matter-of-factly.

Both men heard the voice mail pick up in the other room, a tense silence, and then the click of a receiver.

Billie Joe sighed and flung himself off the opposite sofa with an exaggerated gusto of effort. He trudged up to the phone and glared at it as if it were the anti-christ before picking it up and dialing the numbers he knew so well.

He panicked and slammed the phone down at least a dozen times before he got the nerve to redial and stay on the line. He listened as the other line crackled and picked up. Nothing but silence.

"Tre?" Billie's voice was small and fragile.

"Yeah...hey," came the drummer's usually animated tone. This time it was solemn and insecure.

A knowing smile ghosted across Mike's lips as he listened to the awkward silence come over his two best friends.

"Tre?" Billie tried again, starting to twist the phone cord around his finger so tightly it was turning an unhealthy shade of purple.

Mike stifled a laugh at the two grown men behaving like pre-pubescent teenage girls.

"Yeah?" Tre answered again.

"I'm sorry."

"I know. Me too."

Not much more seemed to be said after that mutual admission, and Mike turned around on the sofa as Billie Joe hung up the phone. The smaller man let his hand linger over the set a few moments before meeting Mike's gaze.

"How do you always know things are going to be ok?"

Mike looked at Billie Joe tenderly. "Because they have to be."

Billie seemed to think about this a few moments, biting his bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth ever so slightly. "How can you stand being with someone who is constantly fucking up?" Billie Joe asked, his eyes beginning to shine with fresh tears and his voice becoming strained.

Mike took this as his cue to get off the couch. He strode over to Billie quickly, and took the other mans face in his hands, running his thumbs over Billie's now tear-stained cheeks. "I don't stand you Billie Joe. I sustain you."

Billie Joe sniffed, hiding his gaze from Mike and choosing, instead, to stare at his shoes.

"Look at me Billie Joe." And he did as he was told.

"I love you," Mike said, without even the slightest hint of doubt or remorse in his voice. The statement was strong and genuine and it brought Billie Joe tumbling into his arms, taking handfuls of his shirt, and nuzzling into his neck.

The nuzzling soon turned passionate, as Billie Joe began placing warm kisses on the sensitive flesh at the base of Mike's neck, stopping ever so often to nip and lick at the tender skin.

Mike moaned, wrapping his arms around Billie Joe and pulling him closer. "You know, if you keep this up I'm never going to finish that book."

This caught Billie's attention just long enough for him to pull away and mutter, "What the fuck are you reading anyways?"

Mike smirked and detached himself (with great effort) from his lover's demanding embrace so he could show Billie Joe the book's cover.

Billie squinted as he read the title out loud. "Communication Miracles for Couples: Easy and Effective Tools to Create More Love and Less Conflict."

"Mike, you ass!"

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Yeah I know, fluff overload. I couldn't help myself. I wanted a happy ending. Shoot me. No don't. That would hurt. Also, A friend and I created out own Green Day slash archive here: http://gdslash.net and we'd be delighted if you checked it out! :D
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