{Billie Joe Armstrong} - Sex And Drugs And Rock'n'Roll

Chapter 6: We Still Have Each Other

The day after Joanna's funeral, I woke up, and realized nothing had changed. But then I looked beside me and saw my husband. My amazing husband. I remembered what he had said last night: But at least we still have each other.

I sat up and got out of bed, then I decided to make breakfast for Billie. He did so much for me, so I thought that I should do something for him.

When I got down to the kitchen, I started frying bacon. Then I cracked open three eggs to make an omelette.

It was quiet in the kitchen, so I turned on the radio. Outside, the sun was shining bright. Just the kind of day that would be perfect for taking Joanna out for a walk. No, I told myself. She's gone. Stop thinking about her.

"Morning.". I turned around and saw Billie standing behind me.

"Morning, Billie." I replied, putting my arms around his neck. Our lips met for a moment.

"Are you making breakfast?" he asked me.

"Yeah. Omlettes.".

"Thanks, babe." Billie said.

"Anything for you." I replied. I walked over to the cupboard and took out two plates, putting bacon and eggs on both of them. Then I set them both on the table.

"Oh, this looks great!" Billie exclaimed. I looked up and gave him a small smile.

"Thanks.".

"What do you want to do today, Liz?".

I sighed. I wanted to just wallow in my sadness for a while because I didn't know any other way to cope.

"I don't know. Cry." I responded. Billie gave me a sympathetic smile.

"You don't want to maybe just get out for a walk later?" he asked.

"Maybe.".

"Okay, babe. It'd be good for us.".

I looked back down at my plate, poking at my food. "I know.".

***

A slight breeze blew through my hair as me and Billie walked along the beach together. My fingers were intertwined in his.

"I wish that she was here with us right now." I said quietly.

"Me too, babe." Billie replied.

I looked down at the sand, then up at the blue sky. There wasn't a single cloud up there.

"I guess I've got to get over it sometime, though. We still have our tour to finish." I told Billie.

"Yeah, but look, I understand that you're grieving. So am I." Billie said.

We were silent for a while, but it wasn't awkward silence. It was comfortable, because we were just walking along the beach, the sun gleaming down on us. And I always enjoyed Billie's prescence. There was nothing better than being with him.

"Billie," I said after a few minutes. "I love you.".

"I love you, too, Liz." Billie replied. Then he stopped abruptly.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked. "Are you alright?".

"I'm alright, I'm alright." He groaned.

"Really?" I asked. "You don't look like you're alright.". Billie was bent over in pain.

"I'm okay." he said. "Don't worry, babe.".

"Billie, maybe you should go to a doctor. You've been having this a lot lately.".

"You really think so?".

"Yeah.".

"If it gets too bad I'll go and see a doctor." he said.

"But isn't it bad already?" I replied as we started walking again.

"Oh, it's not that bad." Billie said. "But, babe, don't worry about me.".

"It's hard not to worry about you when I love you so much." I told him. "If anything ever happened to you, I'd be lost, and I couldn't face the world alone.".