( canon is american idiot, the musical )

[rockand]

Okay, I guess we can do this again, since you're falling through the fandoms of recent past, why not try me one more time? I am the original, after all, with all due respect to the AU's of me running around in your head.

I thought my story had run its course, but you seem to think that there's more to explore. I'm so not complaining, by the way.

... I just don't know what to do with you, girl. 

And I don't feel right without Will and the boys.

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[hysterias]

... just as long as there are no zombies hanging around. No thanks. Nope.

[ coincidentally, or maybe even Ironically, J has been poking around since that zombie movie happened last night. except he's pretty sure that tony stonem would never be dumb enough to get turned into a zombie in the first place. he hopes that's the case, anyway. ]

[rockand]

Oh, another Johnny! Are you the one who dated the boho chick or ...?

-- Okay, no, I'm just messing with you. You new kids make me feel kind of old. [ A beat. ] Brunette Heather sends her regards.

[hysterias]

No, no, I'm not that whiny little bitch--

Oh. Tell her I said hi. And I don't think you're old, it's just that everyone nowadays is basically, like, a newborn. It's weird. I'm not even young anymore.

[rockand]

It's unsettling, I'll tell you that. At least you have that zombie thing to keep you active.

Well, I'm glad that I can at least count your many forms to be around, even after I disappear for a while. Hard getting anyone's attention these days with all these French chicks.

[hysterias]

[ he'd REALLY RATHER NOT HAVE THE ZOMBIE THING GOING ON. but. :| okay, fine. zombies. ]

Yeah, yeah, I'm pretty sure one of us will always be hanging around in some capacity, so we've got your back. French chicks are pretty overrated, too, I think. Like, we should start an Anti-French Revolution. [ so witty. the wittiest. ] Fuck that shit.

[rockand]

[ it's interesting, anyway. :| ]

Don't be like that, just 'cause you're into those asskicking American chicks. They're all lovely, but kinda prim and proper. Too much blushing and lowered gazes for my taste.

[hysterias]

I feel like maybe some other dumb version of me might be amused by trying to break through that prim and proper exterior, but I'm... pretty good on that front. Much more important things to worry about. [ like shooting things. and being alive. and certainly not his broken heart. :| :| :| ]

Anyways, do you know what you're planning on doing now that you're back?

[rockand]

I like this responsible side of you. [ Johnny and Cosette would be the most hilarious thing ever. Heather shrugs a shoulder. ]

Just kind of chill and talk to strangers. Wait for someone to recognize us, you know, that whole thing.

[hysterias]

[ Literally HYSTERICAL. just playing his guitar through the gate to their humble abode. butterflies EVERYWHERE. ]

Yeah, I feel that. I'm pretty sure it's going to happen one day, even though I've always expected someone to notice us way sooner.

[rockand]

[ A butterfly flying into his mouth and then fuuuuck there's a dad involved AND HE'S WOLVERINE. Okay this thread should happen. ]

You'd think, like, Green Day. And Tony Vincent. And Johnny Johnny, I don't know, there's a lot there.

[hysterias]

[ concurred, co-signed, etc. ]

Right? Shit, man. I mean...

... there were those people... you know. The Jimmys. Both of them. But that one was sketch and the other one was even more sketch. [ shudder. thank god he got rid of all of that nonsense before the zombies happened. ] Maybe we're doomed to be metaphorically alone in this forever.

[rockand]

[ prompt me, grl. or jump into it, because this cannot be ignored. ]

Okay, but, Johnny.

It's Jimmy. He's sketch in all forms, in all genders. For the record. At least we have each other, against all odds.

[hysterias]

[ it's just a matter of figuring out which of these bishes feels like derping it up right now. OH LAWD. ]

Well. That's... true.

But. It would still be nice to have one that wasn't as sketch or mad flaky. I mean, our story is pretty universal. I'm gonna start jumping around and waving my arms like a crazy person one of these days and maybe, just maybe someone will notice.

[rockand]

[ DO IT UP.

Meanwhile, Heather folds her arms and gives her the greatest O U face she reserves for Johnny in any format. ]

You mean, different from what you normally did pre-zombie explosion, or ... ?

[hysterias]

[ and each and every J will, without fail, revel in said face. ]

Oh yeah. Much different. More obnoxious, but definitely more ... calculated and purposeful. Something like that.

[rockand]

[ In spite of whatever rifts there might be between Will's girlfriend and Will's bff, Heather will always have a soft spot for Johnny - an early sign of her motherly skills and affection, perhaps. ]

That'll take some getting used to. At least you're a team with other me, so you all can keep each other together. Because, I mean, doesn't matter where you guys are or what you're doing. Family's family and all that.

[hysterias]

You're always so wise. [ but really. every version of her. always. he scratches his head. ] But you're right. I dunno. I think we're pretty much stuck together anyways since our Will is such a fucking idiot all the time.

[rockand]

[ Hair toss. ] I try my best, anyway.

And he's our idiot, so we have that much. He tries, in various levels, you know. And he's still somehow adorable under all that mess.

[hysterias]

[ a deep sigh. the deepest sigh. ] I guess so. Ours must be faulty or something. [ wait, that's actually possible. his Will slips into a ukrainian accent out of nowhere sometimes. their Will is on the fritz. damnit. ] I'm a little jealous of people with other Wills.

[rockand]

[ Somberly: ]

At least we don't have one that flies, Johnny.

At least we don't have one that flies.