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

Chapter 9: Saturday

It was Saturday afternoon, only two days since Billie had gone to the doctor's. We were waiting for his results to come back, and if they were positive, it was going to be really bad. We were planning to resume our tour in only two weeks time.

"Billie, why don't you just tell them tonight?" I asked, staring out the car window.

"Because I don't want to get them worried. I might not have cancer." Billie replied.

I stared at him with wide eyes. "But you might.".

We were both silent for a moment, thinking about the harsh reality.

"I know. But, look, I don't want to tell them until we know for sure.".

"Okay." I sighed.

We rolled into the parking lot of the studio. I started to sweat a little. I don't know why I was scared, though. It was probably because I was nervous about the secret me and Billie were keeping.

We walked in the door with our guitars and went into the large room we used for jamming.

"Hi." Mike said.

"Hey Mike." Billie replied. He took his black Les Paul out of its case and plugged it in.

"Alright, which song are we doing first?" Tre asked Billie.

"21 Guns." he replied. "One, two, three, four!" he counted, and we both started playing. "Do you know what's worth fighting for, When it's not worth dying for?".

***

I unplugged my guitar, took it off, and put it back in its case.

Billie came up beside me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you, Liz. You played well tonight." he said.

"Aww, thanks, Billie. I love you, too." I replied, running my hand through my hair and smiling up at him.

"Let's go." Tre said impatiently, standing by the door. "You guys are so slow!".

"Well, you don't have anything to pack up! You get to leave your drums right here." I said.

"Hmmm, well, I think you guys are just slow." Tre stated.

"Oh, shut up, Frank!" Billie laughed. We stepped outside into the warm, spring night. Mike was waiting for us.

"So, who's the designated driver tonight?" he asked.

"You guys want me to be the designated driver?" I asked.

"Okay.". We all got into me and Billie's car. I sat in the driver's seat and opened the glovebox.

"Could I pick an album?" I asked Billie.

He nodded in reply. I looked through his CDs and found the first Clash album.  As I drove out of the parking lot, the song Janie Jones blasted through the car.

When we got to the bar, it was pretty loud and full since there was a basketball game on that night. The only seats left were in a booth.

"Hello!" said a waitress walking up to our booth.

"Good evening." Billie replied. The waitress set down four menus in front of us. Since I was driving, I didn't order a drink, but everyone else did.

"It's busy tonight, isn't it?" Tre remarked as the waitress walked away, her blonde locks of hair bouncing behind her. I noticed that Mike was eyeing her up.

"Yeah." I replied.

"It's because there's a basketball game." Billie said.

"Oh, that makes sense." Tre replied. "Who's playing?".