Milkduds and Laffy Taffy
by GD_Slash_Pwns on December 29, 2006
This interview inspired me to write this. I'm not totally sure where it's going, but I have some idea.
Slash. Jason White/Mike. Rating right now is like, PG-13, Rish. =P
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiwJCHocQgs
Christ, thank fuck the day is fuckin’ over. I flopped down on my bed, excited to actually get some sleep. I swear, Mike and Tré should not be allowed anywhere near candy, much less in a room with fifteen bowls filled with fifteen different kinds of candy. But once Mike stopped bouncing on the couch and Tré finished disecting all the microphones in the the building where we did our interview, Billie Joe took them off to go do something. Probably get drunk. Yeah, that’ll help a lot.... oh well, Mike was being cute. He looked good, too. Wait, what? What the fuck am I thinking? Mike’s not cute, he’s one of my best friends, and a guy. Shit, I really do need some sleep.
Leave it to those dorks to ruin a good shower. I swear, they know exactly when I’m relaxed. Well, Mike did anyway. I don’t know if the others came in with him, but I could hear Mike. Why the fuck did I volenteer to share a hotel room with him? Oh, right, ‘cause otherwise I would have been stuck with Tré. Never doing that again. Not after the chicken incident.
“Jasey! Get your ass out of the shower and come here!” Mike opened the bathroom door mid-sentance, he sounded more upset than he had when he bounced out of the door.
“Not if you call me Jasey.... ever.” But even as I said it I was shutting off the water. Mike had this power over me, nobody else did, but if Mike wanted to hang out I would drop anything I was doing. He never pressured me into hanging out with him- unless he was really upset and wanted to go out and talk to all of us- but he just sorta did.
I didn’t bother getting dressed, fuck it, it’s just Mike. I just tied a towel around my waist and went out to the bedroom part of the hotel, he was sitting on the edge of my bed.
“What do you want? I thought you were gonna go out with Joe-Joe and Tré” Mike and I are the only people Billie lets call him “Joe-Joe,” not even Tré. I don’t even really remember how we got it. There was some form of drug involved.
“We were. We did. I don’t feel like getting drunk so I came back here.”
I raised an eyebrow, “You don’t feel like getting drunk? Has that ever happened?”
“No.”
“Didn’t think so. So what’s up?”
He looked up at me and bit his lower lip, then sighed, “Ya know what? I do feel like getting drunk. I’m gonna go back to the car. Forget it.”
I grabbed his wrist about when he stood up, “Mikey, what’s wrong?”
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