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

Chapter 8: Buildup

"Hey, you alright?" I asked Billie as I came into the bedroom. He didn't respond and I realized he was sleeping.

I laid down on the bed and wrapped my arms around him, snuggling up close.

"Oh, hi, Liz." he yawned, turning onto his back.

"Hey." I said, kissing his cheek.

"How long was I asleep for?".

"About four or five hours.".

"Holy shit, that long!?".

"Yeah.".

"Mmm.". He sighed. "I had a killer headache, it's still not gone. I think it was probably a migraine.".

"A migraine?" I asked, my guts twisting up. Billie never got migraines, and with all these weird pains, I almost knew something was wrong. 

"Billie," I sighed. "I think you should go see a doctor.".

"No, I'm fine." Billie said.

"Oh, Billie, come on. You never get migraines!".

"No, I'll be fine.".

"I seriously think something could be wrong with you. Why aren't you listening to me?".

"'Cause I don't think anything's wrong with me!".

"I just want to make sure you're okay. What if you're not okay?".

Billie sat up, exhaling sharply. "You know what, fine. I'll go to a doctor.".

"Okay.". I sat up, too, and looked into his eyes. "Billie?" I asked. "I've noticed something.".

"What?".

I sighed and looked away from him, my breath hitching in my throat. "I've noticed something... the last couple of times we've had sex." I said.

"And what's that!?".

I sighed, my palms sweating. "A... a lump. On... your dick. It's not that big, though.".

"Really? Oh, Liz, why didn't you tell me?" Billie asked, running his hand through his hair. "You should've told me! You really should've told me! Why didn't you!?".

"I don't know!". Billie let out a long sigh and laid back down, letting out a groan. "I'm sorry. I just... I was scared.".

***

As I drove Billie to the doctor's office, I could tell that he was really stressed. But it was understandable. I was stressed, too.

"See you later, Billie." I said as I pulled up beside the sidewalk and let him out of the car.

"Alright, babe. Bye." he replied, putting his shades on. I watched as he walked into the door of the building. I just hoped for the best. It was all I could do.

Half an hour later, I sat in the parking lot waiting for Billie. I felt my heart speed up as I thought about how awful this could become.

He was still wearing his shades, his expression blank when he walked out of the clinic.

"Hey." I said as he opened the door.

"Hi.". He took off his shades and ran his hand through his hair. "So, the doctor ran some tests on me. He said he'd call sometime this week and tell me what my results were.".

"Oh." I replied.

"I should've listened to you earlier about seeing a doctor. Sorry I got mad at you.".

"It's alright. I forgive you. Look, no matter what happens, I'm always here for you. I love you, Billie. I love you more than anything else in the world.".

"Thanks, babe. I'm here for you, too. If I have cancer, though, I... I know I might not be around much longer.". He sighed, looking down into his lap.

"Hey, don't say that. You might recover, and right now, we're not sure if you even have cancer. Look, it's going to be okay. You're going to be okay." I said as I drove off.

I hoped it would be okay. But I was uncertian if it would be okay.