Desensitized: Sequal to Suicide Makeover

[*Lore~Lowell*]

Don't do that. And I noticed that you changed your name.....interesting. Okay, anywho......glad you like it!!! Yay! Happy is me. And you're actually the first person to wonder that, really. Everybody else just kept saying that it was good. Not like I have any complaints....

[*Lore~Lowell*]

Yay! Update, update, update.......
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PT.2

“Okay, are you ready to tell me what happened now?” Mike asked, taking a left turn. Billie Joe, who’d been slumped against the seat, ready to doze off, blinked and sat up, stretching.

Tré had headed back to the hotel with Jason White and Jason Freese. Mike had brought his eight year old daughter with them on the tour, since his ex-wife had had to fly to Montana to see her dying mother and didn’t want Estelle scarred with the sorrow of watching her grandmother die. So Mike had offered to take care of Stella, and he normally left her with Stacy, one of the crew. But that night Stacy had to head back home immediately after hearing that her boyfriend had been in a car accident, and Mike had to pick Estelle up from outside a library.

The bassist also used the car drive to be alone with Billie, since he knew that the other man wouldn’t be willing to blurt what was wrong in front of the Jasons. It was hard enough wrenching a problem’s explanation out of Billie Joe without having an audience.

Billie sighed heavily, leaning back against the seat and staring out the window. He watched the buildings zipping by, not saying anything. Mike was patient and kept quiet the entire time. That was the only way anybody would ever be able to get a sufficient answer from Mr. Armstrong.

“I don’t know.”

Mike visibly bristled and glanced at the rearview mirror to check on Estelle, who, luckily, was slumbering in her seat, for then he couldn’t keep it back any longer. “Fuck, Bill!” he snapped. “I KNOW you know what’s wrong. Something happened back there and I want to know what! So don’t give me shit.” Billie’s head whipped around.

“Don’t tell me what I know or don’t know, Mike!” he shot back. “What the fuck do YOU know, anyway?” That did it. Mike spun the wheel sharply, causing the car to veer to the side of the road. He then slammed on the brakes, bringing the vehicle to a complete stop that jerked all the passengers in their seats. Billie Joe slapped his hand down on the dashboard to keep from falling forward. Stella woke with a start, looking around in confusion and blinking blearily.

Two glinting slices of green met icy chips of blue. “What the hell?” Billie said angrily, pushing himself up with the hand that was still on the dashboard. He was about to say something else, but then Mike leaned over from the driver’s seat and brought his face close to Billie Joe’s.

“Don’t you DARE tell me I know nothing,” the bassist hissed, seething. “I know as much as you do, Billie! I know what happened to you. I know all about your past. Fuck, I was nearly beaten to death by the guy who almost killed you! What’s worse, I WATCHED it all, Billie Joe! So do NOT say straight to my face that I’m just fucking ignorant, because it is NOT true!” With that said, he leaned back and took off, the car tires squealing against the asphalt.

For a few minutes, there was complete silence in the car. Billie sat moodily in the passenger’s seat, staring out the window with a creased brow, and Mike simply watched the road.

Estelle, however, cowered in her seat, struggling not to cry. It wasn’t very easy to make her father mad, but when he was, he was rather frightening and intimidating, even if the target of his anger wasn’t you. The only other time she’d seen him this angry was when he caught her trying to slice a bagel in half with a sharp kitchen knife. He’d been furious with her, but then told her when he’d finally cooled down that it was only because he loved her and had been worried she would hurt herself.

This was just like that. Mike was angry with her Uncle Billie only because he was worried about him.

She let out a small sniff, trying not to be heard. She didn’t want her father feeling bad. But Mike’s ears, though dulled by the rather loud music he played, were able to hear the sound. He glanced in the mirror.

“Oh, Stella,” he said, and instantly the angry look on his face melted away. Billie Joe glanced back from his seat, and, seeing the weeping child, his fatherly instincts kicked in. He unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed over into the backseat. He then sat down and placed Estelle in his lap, giving her a kiss on the forehead and wiping away her tears.

“It’s okay,” Billie murmured soothingly, rocking her back and forth.

“Did I scare you, baby?” Mike asked, glancing in the rearview mirror again. He saw his daughter nod sullenly, still sniffing, her cheeks wet with tears. The bassist’s heart clenched. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just angry.”

“I…I don’t like it when you’re angry, Daddy,” Stella mumbled sorrowfully, cuddling into Billie’s embrace.

“You’re not the only one,” Billie Joe muttered, glancing up and meeting Mike’s eyes through the mirror. The younger man put on a sad smile.

“None of us do,” he said. “I’m sorry, Stella. But Billie, you’d better think about what I just said. We’re also talking about this later.”

“Yes, Mom,” Billie Joe retorted sarcastically, sticking his tongue out at the bassist. Estelle giggled, hiding her mouth behind her hand. Mike raised an eyebrow.

“You think that’s funny, don’t you?” he said, smiling.

“I think she does, otherwise she wouldn’t be laughing,” Billie replied, rolling his eyes. “Duh, Mike. Where’ve you been?”

“Shut up, Mr. ‘I push on a door when it says “pull” in bold letters right in front of my face’,” Mike said teasingly. Billie wrinkled his nose.

“Oh, look who’s talking, Mr. ‘Where’s the stupid TV remote that I’m currently carrying around in my left hand’,” the guitarist shot back. Mike let out a laugh.

“I guess we’re both pretty stupid, huh?” he said.

“Should of finished high school,” Billie Joe grumbled jokingly to himself.

“There’s no point. I did, and I’m just as stupid as you are,” Mike replied, taking a left turn and making his way down the street their hotel was on. Billie laughed.

“That’s because you can’t be taught,” he said, bouncing Stella in his lap. “Aren’t I right, Estelle?” The young girl nodded, still giggling. Mike put on an offended look.

“How could you say that, Stella?” he said in mock disbelief. “I thought you were on my side!” Estelle only giggled again.

“Ha! She’s mine now! My little minion,” Billie said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. He tickled her sides, causing her to shriek with laughter. Mike interrupted them as he swerved the car over to the side of the road, in front of the hotel.

“We’re here,” he said, opening the door and getting out. He then opened the back door and leaned in to lift Estelle, but Billie turned away from him, hiding the girl beneath his slender frame.

“She’s mine now, Mikey,” he said, wrinkling his nose at his best friend. The bassist leaned one hand against the roof of the car and raised an eyebrow.

“Dude,” he said, “Gimme my kid.”

“Fight me for her.”

Estelle giggled, hiding beneath her godfather, and risked a peek around Billie’s shoulder, quickly withdrawing when Mike’s eyes flicked to her. The taller man simply stood in the doorway of the car, staring at Billie Joe, who just stared back. Finally the guitarist sighed and handed the small girl back to her father.

“You’re never any fun,” the band’s frontman complained, climbing out of the seat while Mike boosted his daughter onto his hip. She rested her head against his tatooed shoulder, sucking on her fingers.

“Oh, I’m loads of fun, Billie,” Mike said, walking around the car to get to the hotel, Billie Joe following. “You just don’t see it.” The black-haired man made faces at Mike’s back, and, Stella, looking over her father’s shoulder, giggled.

“There he goes again,” Mike muttered, not even bothering to turn around.
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Tee hee......tell me what you think! Flames, constructive critisism, praises, all of it! Give me all! (just not a lot of the flames.....)

[xX*Sophie*Xx]

Aw. I liked it.

[*Lore~Lowell*]

Hooray! ;D

[*Lore~Lowell*]

Steve hasn't even entered the story yet! *cuffs billie4me over the head* And nice with the 'ness'es. Interesting way of getting your point across. ;D

[[...whatsername3...]]

ahh. so good. I adooooooooore Mike being a father.. so incredibly nice. he's all like... apologetic. lol


-and sorry I'm kind of.. "uninformed".. but how old IS stella/estelle? lol.. cause I have no idea, and that fact would help me. because I'm sure whether I'm supposed ot be imagining a 6-month-old, or like a 10-year-old.. lol. **imagines a ten-year-old stella being hoisted onto Mike's hip** aha-ness.

[whatsername]

Aaaaaaaaaaw.

Okay, that was so sweet. I couldn't help but smile the entire way through it.

"Dude, gimme my kid."

Ha ha, I could totally imagine Mike saying that, and Billie being like, 'Nope, too bad. Mine now.'

Wow, can't believe a sequel is already underway! Update as soon as you get the chance!

*Hugs*

P.S: Don't worry Ally, I'll figure out how to create a sherbert destroying pesticide so we can disinfect GDO with it.

[[...whatsername3...]]

^ I KNOW ME TOO! I couldn't stop myself from smiling. Fatherly love (ESPECIALLY from a guy like Mike [AHH RHYME!! *cough* sorry..] ) is so nice...

[*Lore~Lowell*]

Yay! Thanx a lot, guys! You have no idea how much you rock. *hugs for Karla*

And while I was writing it, I liked the idea of Mike being a daddy too. Just the way his personality fits in with it makes for a really sweet picture. Awww.....

And, Abby, I believe Mike's daughter is eight right now. I'd have to go check to see, but I think she's eight. So yah. Imagine an eight year old. Yay!

Again, thanx! Love ya! And I'll update soon, I promise!

[[...whatsername3...]]

i want an update, an update, an update!! **does dance for that song**

-and okay.. eight.. eight. yay now I won't be imagining a mystery child! woohoo! but I'm wondering.... do you really pick eight-year-olds up and put them on y our hip?

"'You’re never any fun,' the band’s frontman complained, climbing out of the seat while Mike boosted his daughter onto his hip. "

[*Lore~Lowell*]

Yeah, I do it to my little cousin, Jake, all the time. He's eight too. I can pick him up. Not that he enjoys it.....he usually tries to get own again, even though I'm his favorite cousin.

So yes, basically, you CAN boost an eight year old onto your hip.

[TABBY]

lol. omg. that was soo funny. "dude. gimme my kid" "fight me for her" lol. i laughed so hard ;D

[rosiejoe]

Haha that is sooo cute!! I love!!

“Shut up, Mr. ‘I push on a door when it says “pull” in bold letters right in front of my face’,” Mike said teasingly. Billie wrinkled his nose.

“Oh, look who’s talking, Mr. ‘Where’s the stupid TV remote that I’m currently carrying around in my left hand’,” the guitarist shot back. Mike let out a laugh.

Omg I laughed so hard at that bit! Well done, Lorelowell ^_^
More more more!!!

<3 Joey xoxo

[*Lore~Lowell*]

lol, I'm making a lot of people laugh with this chapter! I'm glad everybody likes it. I'll update as soon as I can.

btw, the 'pusing on a door when it says "pull"' I got from my friend Dom, who'd accidentally done that when we were going to the mall. He actually leaned again the door, backed away, and went "What the fuck is wrong with this door?" I just pointed to the little sign that said "pull", saying, "You're a fuckin' idiot." lol, it was hilarious. I've never let him live it down. And the remote thing happened to me once, and he was kind enough to point it out and call me an idiot. We're really stupid.

[stefanie]

[glow=green,4,300]yeah you made me laugh too..... it's just so funny, but at the same time, I could totally see mike and Billie having this kind of conversations......[/glow]