Maybe It's Just Jealousy Mixing Up with a Violent Mind

10:35pm October 31st:
Billie knew he was supposed to be having fun, but damn, how the hell are you supposed to breathe when you're dressed in a chicken suit? Feathers, stuffing... weird smells, and rubber in odd places. Not the ideal of comfort when you're trying to act cool and pick up girls.
What a dumb choice of a costume, he thought to himself as two girls-- one a devil, the other an angel-- stared at him and giggled before continuing to make out on the couch next to him. He wondered why the hell he ever thought that a chicken would be a good costume and sighed, realizing his plans for the night weren't going to happen. Nope, she would never talk to him tonight....
"Hey! It's Chicken Man!" shouted a voice, and he pried his eyes off the groping and moaning couple, seeing his friend, Mike, walking towards him with a face that showed that he obviously was just as amused about Billie's costume choice as the girls were.
"Shut up, Mike. What the fuck are you supposed to be, anyway? You look like you robbed a sleazy car salesman from the '70s..." he mumbled, staring at Mike with wide eyes as he sat down next to him.
Mike grinned and ruffled the collar of his plaid suit jacket after glancing at the girls on the other side of Billie and blinking slightly. "Well, I believe I've accomplished my goal, then."
"Well... that's a stupid costume," grumbled Billie.
"Yeah... but nothin' tops Chicken Man! All you need is a cape and it'd be complete. The incredible, crime-fighting Chicken Man, saving the world with original and extra-crispy goodness!"
"Fuck off, Mike!" Billie spat, crossing his arms across his fuzzy, yellow chest. "Nice sideburns by the way."
Mike affectionately touched the side of his face and smiled. "I actually like 'em. I think I might grow out a real pair...."
"Whatever," Billie scoffed and rolled his eyes, determined to be pissed off at the world for the rest of the night. "Why the hell does everyone want to stare at me?! Why me?!"
Mike pretended to consider his words. "Well, it could be... you're a huge fucking chicken!"
Billie glared at him through the feathers and fake beak, hoping for the first time that night that people would be able to see his face. He realized then that maybe no one had seen his face, and maybe he could just leave before someone, especially one particular person, would know that he had been a chicken. "I think I'm gonna go home early."
"No, no, no!" Mike said, quickly grabbing Billie's... wing and pulling him back down onto the couch after he tried to stand up. "If you want... you can go upstairs and take that thing off. You can wear my costume from last year. Sound good?"
Billie thought back to the year before; Mike wore a vampire costume last year. He almost always was a vampire, now that he thought about it. And the ladies did love it....
Plus, there weren't any feathers....
"Okay," he sighed. "I'll do it."
10:50pm October 31st:
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she set down her eyeliner, batting her fake eyelashes to see the effect it had on her light-blue eyes. Perfectly over the top with just the right amount of too much glitter.
She had just been putting the final touches to her make up when she heard two voices coming down the hall, towards her room, which after a moment turned into one person humming. She could hear something that sounded a lot like swim fins flopping on the floor, which was kind of weird. Hell, it was really weird.
She quickly took her rob off, revealing her black and pink corset, black tutu, and black combat boots and touched her extremely teased platinum blonde hair to make sure her crown was placed on top.
After grabbing her matching glitter wand from her desk, she turned and set out to join the party downstairs, only to stop halfway to her door as the knob turned and a yellow, feather-covered head poked its way in to the room.
"Oh sorry! I thought this was the bathroom... again. Damn it, fucking moron...." The door closed, and she blinked, wondering why Billie Joe could never remember where the bathroom was. And why, in all that is holy and cheese-covered, did he come as a chicken?
10:55pm October 31st:
By the time Tre stepped foot into the Pritchard house that evening, the place was pretty packed. Which, he thought with a smirk, was good. More chance of finding a drunken chick dressed like a slut.... Which was his goal for the night-- but, if he had to settle, a dude would be fine too. It would just involve him being the drunk one.
"Hey, Tre, nice costume!" a guy said as he walked past him. Tre smiled and waved, having absolutely no clue who the guy was, but he didn't really care.
He made his way to the backyard and reached into the cooler, pulling out a beer, everyone greeting him as he did so. He then proceeded back into the house to look for someone that didn't just know who he was, but someone that he knew as well.
"Oh my god, Tre! Your costume is sooo cute!"
Tre glanced behind him and grinned. Finally, a tipsy, half naked female....
11:00pm October 31st:
"Sooo much better," Billie sighed in relief as he stepped out of the bathroom in his new costume. It was a little big but it would do. He actually thought he looked pretty good as a vampire; although, anything would have looked better than a chicken costume.
He checked himself one last time before heading towards the stairs... but when he passed the mirror hanging on the wall in the hallway, he saw what was missing from making his outfit complete.
"Shit, I'm losing my mind."
He glanced around to make sure no one was watching him before he reached for her doorknob the second time that night and sighed in relief after seeing she wasn't in it anymore. He grabbed the pencil from her desk and thought of how insane the idea was that he, Billie Joe Armstrong, was going to wear eyeliner.
Ridiculous.

11:15pm October 31st:
He sat on the couch absentmindedly stroking the fake sideburns on the side of his face as he contemplated if he should go ask the girl across the room, who had been staring at him the whole night, to dance. He stood up and sighed, deciding to go for it, since he didn't really have anything else to do. Everyone was having a great time, no one was really causing any trouble, and Billie was still gone doing who knows what....
"Hi, Mikey, what's up with Billie Joe? He showed up in my room earlier in a chicken suit.... Did you dare him to?"
Mike laughed at the confused expression on his sister's glitter-covered face and shook his head. "Nope, Myla, he did it all on his own. Now, if you'll excuse me... I'm going to go ask that lovely girl over there to--"
"Oh my..."
Mike followed her gaze and spotted Billie Joe waltzing down the stairs in a baggy tuxedo and... make up.
He blinked. "I swear, that boy has lost his mind tonight...."
Billie continued to look proud until a flash of yellow feathers walked past him with a wing around a girl's shoulders, and Mike watched Billie's eyes widen at Tre's costume.
"Tre's a chicken! I can't believe this!" Billie shrieked, walking towards Mike as another shout of "Hey, Tre, awesome costume!" came from across the room. "Why can he do it and I can't?"
Myla giggled from beside Mike, and Billie jumped, finally noticing her. "You're so funny, Beej. Oh and nice costume. I like this one a lot better."
Mike watched Billie's cheeks turn a little red under the white make up covering his face. Actually, Mike thought to himself, Billie was a little too good at putting on make up....
"Thanks, Myla. You... your costume's pretty, um, awesome. What're you supposed to be?" Billie asked, and Mike rolled his eyes as Billie's eyes roamed over his sister. Billie had always had a thing for her, and although he thought he was keeping it a secret, almost everyone that knew him had found out.
"I'm an evil fairy princess! Emphasis on the evil part."
Mike watched the girl that had been staring at him stand up and head towards the back door.
"Uh, guys, I'm going to go, um, party. See you later," he said, quickly leaving to find her. Hopefully she liked car salesmen with fake sideburns....

11:25pm October 31st:
"So, uh, great party, huh?"
She grinned, taking a sip from her beer. She always thought he was adorable when he was blushing.
"Yeah. You wanna dance?" she asked and almost laughed at the expression on his face.
"Yes! I mean, yeah."
She tucked her wand in her skirt, and they made their way over to the couples dancing in the middle of the living room floor. Billie waved his hands around awkwardly until Myla finally took them and placed them on her waist.
"Okay, Billie, are you sure you're not actually dead? This is like dancing with a corpse..." she laughed, and he relaxed slightly, his eyes still wide and disbelieving.
"Uh, sorry."
She smiled and glanced around the room, wondering how many people were in the house, when she spotted a girl staring at them with a daydreamy smile on her face.
She snorted. "Hah, Bill, there's a girl over there staring at you. I think she's about got you naked now. Yeah, look at her face. She's definitely fuckin' you."
Billie's head shot up and he looked around, finally finding the girl. Myla watched him blush more, a tiny grin on his face, and she frowned.
He was supposed to be blushing for her.
11:35pm October 31st:
He had just danced with her. Wow. He had been hoping to do that since he had met her. And now he had. Wow.
"Hey, Billie! Look, I've got a chick! Get it? Chick, and I'm a chicken!" Tre crashed into him, giggling like the girl next to him. Tre leaned in to Billie's ear. "And she's drunk. Aren't I lucky?"
Billie rolled his eyes and pushed Tre off him. "Yeah, totally. Nice costume..." he muttered.
"Thanks!" After saying this, Tre abruptly turned around and ran towards the backyard, dragging his 'chick' with him.
Billie glanced around the room, wondering where Myla had disappeared to. Deciding that there was nowhere else to go, he sat down in the kitchen, drinking his beer and hoping she would come look for him.
One hour later, the house was almost completely empty, everyone deciding that the other party a couple streets down, that they had just been informed of, was better.
Billie still sat on his barstool, twiddling his thumbs and fighting the urge to rub his tired eyes. He wouldn't want to smudge his eyeliner, now, would he?
A few people walked through the back door, saying good-bye to Billie out of courtesy, who was only a few feet away from them, every once in a while taking sips from his beer as he waited for the evil fairy princess.
Soon everything was quiet and Billie assumed everyone had gone home.
"Guess she forgot about me," he mumbled miserably as he stood up and decided he would go find Mike.
One step away from the living room door, Billie froze, his insides twisting as a horrible, high-pitched female scream came from the backyard, followed by a loud splash.
Billie quickly turned and ran to the back door, wrenching it open and sprinting towards the pool.
"Oh my god..." he gasped. He covered his mouth and felt an incredible urge to throw up.
Floating, face down, in the pool was a girl, the water around her rapidly turning redder and redder until almost the entire pool was a sick pink color.
"Oh my god," he repeated, staring at the girl. He couldn't think clearly. He knew he needed to do something, but what? He needed to... he needed to get someone....
He quickly turned around at Mike's yelp and saw him staring horrorstruck at his pool. Not too soon after, Tre appeared, glancing at Mike, and then his eyes also rested on the girl, and he immediately bent over and threw up on the grass.
"Wha-- what the fuck happened?!" Mike shrieked, turning to Billie. Billie's eyes widened as both Mike and Tre stared at him.
"I... I," he started, "I heard a scream... and I ran out here... and she's..."
"What the hell are we supposed to do, Mike?" Tre asked, still trying to keep his stomach under control.
"Oh my god!" Myla came running from the side of the house, her eyes wide. "What did you guys do?!"
"Us?! You think we did this?!" Mike squeaked. "I just found Billie here! I was in the front yard making sure everyone had left!"
Myla turned to Billie slowly. "Billie, what were you doing out here?"
"You think I did this?!" Billie screamed indignantly.
"Well," she started, "it kind of looks like it."
"Guys," said Tre, "shouldn't we be calling 911 or something?"
"Yeah, yeah, we should," Mike said quickly, turning and running towards the house.
"Wait." Mike stopped, and he, Billie, and Tre turned to Myla. "We were the only people here when she screamed, weren't we?"
"Yeah, I made sure everyone was gone a few minutes before," Mike said. "But what's your point? We need to call--"
"If we were the only ones here... then doesn't that mean one of us... killed her?" she asked nervously.
Billie eyes shot open and he looked at everyone. No.... There was no way any of them would do this. He knew the three of them so well, there was no way, no reason, for them to do it.
Tre let out a timid laugh and shifted his eyes around the group. "Funny, Myla."
"I'm not joking," she said seriously, crossing her arms. "It's either one of the four of us did it or she did it herself."
Everyone glanced back at the pool, and Tre covered his mouth again.
"Who is she?" Billie asked quietly. All they could tell was she had brown hair and was wearing a white dress, and a halo was floating near her body. He bit his lip. There had been tons of angels at the party. The girl on the couch, a group of them near the drinks, and Tre had one attached to him all night....
"Tre, what was your chick dressed as?" Billie asked tentatively.
Tre's eyes widened and he stepped back. "Wait, no! You guys can't seriously be thinking it was me!"
"Come on, guys, we're being ridiculous," Mike said as Billie and Myla stared at Tre.
"Are you sure, Mike?" Myla asked, narrowing her eyes. "How well do you know Tre, huh? We all know he's insane-- what makes you think he wouldn't do this?"
Mike sighed. "Because I know he wouldn't. You didn't just see him puke his guts out at just seeing the girl?"
"Well then, who do you suggest did it? Was it Billie? He was the only one around when you got here, right?"
Billie's jaw dropped. "I didn't do it! Why would I?!"
"Well, who did it, then?! Was it Mike? Huh, Mike, did that girl not like you when you asked her to dance?"
"Myla! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You know I would never do anything like that!"
"She had brown hair and an angel costume too!" she shouted, pointing to the pool.
Billie shook his head and started pacing, his mind reeling. How the fuck could the night end up like this? All he wanted to do was dance with Myla and have a little fun with his friends.
Dance with Myla...
He thought back to when she had spotted a girl staring at him. She had brown hair and an angel costume....
Mike suddenly let out a groan and kicked over one of the lawn chairs next to him. "Damn it, Myla! We need to call 911! I don't care who did it. We just need to do it before we waste more time and they get suspicious as to why we waited so long to call!"
"But, Mike! What if they think it's you?!"
Billie turned slowly and looked Myla up and down and raised an eyebrow.
"Myla, where's your wand...?"
She opened her mouth several times and shifted her eyes. "I lost it. Must have set it down somewhere when I was getting a drink."
"Mike," Billie said with a gulp, "I think it's time you made that phone call."
Mike nodded and disappeared inside while Myla continued to protest, and Billie took a deep breath and walked to the side of the house, where he had watched Myla come from minutes before.
He bit his lip and reached for the trash can's lid, lifting up and peering inside. Covering his mouth and trying to hold back a gasp, he lowered the lid and closed his eyes, barely able to process what he had just seen.

2:30am November 1st:
She spread her hands apart as much as she could with the handcuffs attached to her wrists and shrugged as her brother stared at her.
By now the girl's body had been pulled out of the water and taken away. The stab wound in her chest made the murder weapon obvious, seeing as a chunk of the glittery plastic was still embedded in it. She realized after they had found that, she wouldn't have been able to blame it on Tre or her brother anyway. Oh well.
Billie Joe had been talking to a police officer for a few minutes now, and Myla really wanted to speak to him before she had to leave.
A middle-aged cop walked back from the side of the house, holding an evidence baggy with a bloody toy wand in it. "Yeah, we found it."
They were taking her away now, saying stuff to her that she wasn't listening to at all. All she wanted to do was talk to Billie. He was walking away from her and she started to panic.
"Billie! Billie! Wait!"
He turned around and stared at her. He looked overwhelmed... and disgusted, and she hoped he wouldn't be too mad at her.
She bit her lip and smiled nervously as they walked her towards a police car. "Guess I don't handle jealousy very well, do I?"
As the car turned the corner, Myla waving happily from the back seat, the three of them stood in the middle of the street and exchanged looks of pure disbelief and numbness, none of them yet able to grasp the seriousness of the situation.
"Well," Tre said shakily. "Happy Halloween...."
... <3
Happy Halloween! I hope you all get lots of candy, eat it, and then get extremely fat, so I can laugh at you. Bwahahaa. =]