I stood there, this thirteen year old guy had his jaw dropped, and was in a still position. I wanted to leave, but this is a meet and greet. I looked over at, who I can only assume is his mom. She's chuckling, before pushing her son closer to me.

He shoots his mom a look before looking back at me and the rest of the band.

Before I know it, he hugs me tightly. I hug back, feeling the warmth and genuineness in his hug.

Tré laughs, "Someone's mustered enough confidence to hug his idol."

"Shut up," the kid said, breaking us apart to playfully punch Tré.

"The truth hurtin'?" Tré spoke in a whiney tone.

"Are you "the truth"?" The kid asked, crossing his arms. "Cuz, you are."

Tré gasped, "I can't believe this kid." Tré shakes his head.

I finally break in with, "We never did catch your name," directed to, the kid.

The kid facepalmed. "Oh, yes I forgot to introduce myself!"

Tré butts in, "Hey, now you're getting comfortable with us. It's like we're friends."

"Shut up, Tré!" The kid practically screamed (in a joking matter, of course). "Any-fucking-way, I'm Lee." The kid brought up his hand for a handshake, i accepting.

"Nice to meet you, Lee," I said.

"Oh thank god it's nice and not, "oh fuck you, bloody hell to meet you, Lee."" Lee said that last part in a British accent.

I felt a pang of... sadness? In my heart when he said that. I look over to where his mom was last seen, bu she's not there.

"Probably left to go.... I dunno, she gets bored whenever I talk about Green Day or whenever it's mentioned. She thinks y'all are boring," Lee says. "But ... you ain't."

I frown. "Us?" I gesture to Mike, Tré and I. "Boring? What is this, opposite day?"

"For real." Lee kicked a nearby rock.

"For real," I echoed. Lee looked up, smiling.

"Tré is the exact opposite of..." Lee trailed off for dramatic affect.

"What, poopoo?" Tré asked. "Actually, is there a porta potty around here?"

Tré rushed off to go find a porta potty.

"No, he's the exact opposite of... boring, and whatever the opposite of interesting is." Lee answered.

"Hey! I heard that! Don't call me a bitch ever again!" Tré called out, probably fifty feet or ao away from us, before entering the porta potty.

"I didn't call you a bitch, but uhm, ok," Lee mumbled.

I laughed, as a raindrop fell on my face. "The fuck man?" I ask the dark clouds now forming around us.

Lee looked around. "Why are the clouds forming around us and not ... in the sky?" He began hyperventilating, as the clouds closed in on us. Mike nowhere in sight, i grab Lee, and hold him close. His thirteen year old body and my, twenty year old body hug.

I allow him to reat his head in my chest.

"You three- MIKE HOLY SHIT, SOMEONE CA- I'LL DO IT," Tré's voice is screaming.

I open my eyes, and look up. The world around me and Lee is a fog, but i make out Tré and-

Soon, the ambulance come, and I don't even feel like calling it the wee woo truck. They put the bloodied, broken, Mike on a stretcher and take him into the ambulance truck. Hwy drive off, leaving Lee and I anf Tré standing therez shooken and shocked.

"Is Mikey gonna be ok?" Lee asked, his voice sad and withdrawn.

"I- i hope so," i say as thw rain starta falling even harder.

Lee collapses onto the ground, as he starts to cry. He only knew Mike for thw hours we talked at the meet aand greet. That was ended hours ago, yet we still chatted amongst ourselves.

Mike got, as far as it seems, hit by a car. The car of thw one asshole we all fucking hate. The one we always (more like just me) sing about. Part of You Lied, Platypus (I Hate You), and a many, many more, Crystal Deen. We all hate him, we all do. He ruined our lives, and he's still doing it, five years later.

But, Mike's gonna be ok... and... if he won't be ok..., "Mike, you're awesome, and we all love you."

Lee looked over, nodding in agreement with Tré...