A/N- This is a story about Saint Jimmy and Johnny, but Johnny might not be in it for a while. It starts soon after "Letterbomb", with Jimmy on his own after Johnny leaves.
Just a quick comment: Although Tony Vincent is no longer performing as Saint Jimmy and I saw Billie Joe in the role this Sunday, Mr. Vincent will always be Saint Jimmy to me. So if you're imagining this story in your mind, it is his Jimmy I encourage you to picture.
Disclaimer- Really? I know I'm awesome, but I'm not a god. That's Billie Joe Armstrong. Thank you, sir, for sharing your brilliance with the masses.
WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS
Whatshername's Point of View
It really upset me when Johnny left. He had seemed like such a nice kid at first, and I had a lot of fun with him. But then the almighty Saint Jimmy sunk his painted-black talons in too deep and off Johnny went, next in a long line of souls to be sucked dry by that creepy bastard.
I had had the great misfortune of knowing Saint Jimmy for some time before Johnny came to our city. He loved manipulating people. I always got the impression that he was looking for some natural high more powerful than those produced by his numerous drugs. He used drugs, his power over others and his wild behavior to get attention.
Though I admit he was at times entertaining to be around, I never found myself in danger of falling into his trap. The, hair, the clothes, the air of creepy seduction- none of it did anything for me except convince me that he was full of shit. God, even his name was absurd! "Saint Jimmy"? Really? Who the fuck did he think he was?
Losing a good friend- possibly more than a friend- to Saint Jimmy hurt a lot, but I had seen the writing on the wall for a while. So I managed to do what I have always done when things go wrong. I held my head high and moved on. Work, friends, parties which were made infinitely more enjoyable by Jimmy's absence. All these things helped heal me and allow me to comfortably close the door on the chapter of my life entitled "Johnny".
Until I saw them in the street one night. They were both drunk off their asses, staggering around in stupid party hats, and having a blast. It made me sick to see the depths to which Saint Jimmy had dragged poor, naïve Johnny. Why couldn't Johnny see that this creep wasn't his friend?
I lost it. I know I should have just kept walking, but- ugh! I told Johnny exactly what I thought of his companion and how he was being an idiot for playing his twisted games. Jimmy ran away, pathetic coward that he was, and left Johnny staring at me in open-mouthed shock. I stormed off, shouting over my shoulder that Johnny needed to wake the fuck up. And after getting back to my apartment, I let go of any remaining rage, sure that I was done with the two of them for good.
Yeah, I know that's pathetically short. But it seemed like a good intro, so I'm going to leave it as its own piece. By the time I post this, Chapter 1 will be completed and will go up within several minutes of the Prologue.
I know nothing happened yet, but… reviews?