Disclaimer: I don’t own American Idiot or any of the characters here, they all belong to Green Day.
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Warnings: unrequited shounen ai, violence
Author’s note: Wow. I actually wrote a fic for American Idiot. I hope the tense swtich works here, and that my character portrayls are okay.
The shot rings out loud and clear, but it is almost as if the Jesus of Suburbia doesn’t hear it. The sirens, the lights, the voices…he doesn’t recognize any of it. All he can see is the water in the bay quickly turning dark with blood…
It’s unrealistic, really. It looks more like…coffee…
It swirled around in the cup as Jimmy rocked it in his hands, as was his tendency to do when no one was looking. The Jesus of Suburbia began to feel slightly nauseous after watching it for a while, and looked down to his own mug. He was on his fifth, no sixth cup, adding up to ten, now that Jimmy was on his fourth. The caffeine must have been getting to him, because he felt slightly on edge.
Jimmy gave his cup a wry smile. “I still can’t believe she’s gone.”
The Jesus of Suburbia remained silent, staring concentratedly into his coffee, then took a quick drink. It was getting cold.
Jimmy then looked around the small, deserted diner. No one was around now that it was getting late; no one dared come out after dark. He laughed. The sound rang in the emptiness of the building, and the Jesus of Suburbia shuddered.
“I know,” he responded softly, feeling as if he should have answered earlier.
Jimmy smiled at him. Actually, it was really more towards him. The Jesus of Suburbia knew the smile wasn’t directed at him because Jimmy never smiled at him. “I guess I really do miss her.”
The Jesus of Suburbia’s hands shook. A sudden anger welled up within him, a burning, stinging sensation. He glared down at his coffee, trying to force the tears back, though he was confused at their appearance in the first place. “Can you please stop talking about Whatsername?”
Jimmy looked at him, shocked, as clouded, tearing, eyes met clear blue ones. He blinked as the Jesus of Suburbia continued.
“Whatsername is gone. I miss her too, but there’s nothing we can do about it. She left on her own, and maybe she’ll come back on her own.” The Jesus of Suburbia was in near hysterics now, squeezing his eyes shut as the tears rolled down his cheeks. “But I’m still here! We’re still here! So just stop thinking about Whatsername for a moment and think about the here and now!”
The Jesus of Suburbia’s grasp tightened on his cup as he choked, his speech done. He let out a small sob as tears flowed freely down his face. He was sure St. Jimmy wouldn’t take kindly to his words, would just leave.
That was why he jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see Jimmy smiling a nostalgic smile. “You’re right.”
The Jesus of Suburbia just stared as Jimmy elaborated. “We’re still friends, and we’re still here, no matter what Whatsername does. You’re right.” Jimmy then took a swallow from his cup, finishing his coffee.
The Jesus of Suburbia smiled and did the same, though his coffee was slightly salty with tears. “Thanks,” he said softly, smiling at Jimmy.
The two rose, leaving money for their coffee, and headed towards the door. Just before they were outside, though, Jimmy turned back to his friend and did one thing the Jesus of Suburbia did not expect him to do.
He smiled at him.
It was a really directed at him this time, the Jesus of Suburbia knew it, and it overjoyed him. And yet, there was a slight sadness to it, like someone accepting their fate.
“You should have stayed home,” Jimmy said, the sad smile never leaving his face.
“What?” The Jesus of Suburbia stared, confused, but Jimmy did not say another word. He simply turned and disappeared into the darkness.
The Jesus of Suburbia broke free of his momentary paralysis to follow, the smell of coffee fading farther into the distance…
The Jesus of Suburbia turns his back to the brown liquid and begins to walk away. No one’s here. It’s time for him to go home.
Wow. I actually wrote fanfiction. For and ALBUM! >.> Oh well, whatever.