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

Chapter 19: Sad But True

I stood against the wall and watched Billie inject a needle into his arm.

"This one hurts more." he said.

"Oh. It must be a thicker fluid." I replied.

"Yeah.".

I went over to the window and looked at the bright blue sky. Please let him be okay. I thought.

I felt Billie put his hands on my hips. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and he let his hands wander up to my breasts.

"Billie," I moaned as he lightly squeezed them. He kissed my cheek and then worked his way to my lips. We slowly separated.

"What do you want to do tonight, babe?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know." I said sarcasrically, slowly running my finger up his chest.

He picked me up and laid me on the bed, getting on top of me and smashing his lips into mine.

"Well, babe, how 'bout we just go from here." he whispered, his lips grazing my ear.

"That sounds amazing, Billie." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

***

"Hellooooo Venice!!" Billie shouted into the microphone. The crowd sprawled in front of us cheered.

Billie looked over at me and nodded. I started playing the power chords to Brain Stew, and then I heard that drum beat.

"On my own, here I go." Billie sang, and then we went into the instrumental bridge. The audience cheered again.

I looked over at Billie, he was smiling. He was happy, and I was glad to see that since he had been quite stressed out over the last little while. Oh, Billie, please don't go. I thought. You can beat this fucking cancer.

The rest of that night was awesome. The concert had so much energy, mostly because of Billie.

***

"How are you feeling?" I asked Billie as we rode to the hotel.

"Pretty good." he replied.

"Good. I had a lot of fun tonight.".

"Me too.".

I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He looked out the window and ran his hand through his hair.

"Billie? Are you alright?" I asked, knowing that running his hand through his hair was a nervous habit of his.

"Yeah." he sighed. "Honestly, though, I just, well, I don't know how long I'm going to last. Sometimes I feel like I won't beat cancer, y'know?.

"Oh, Billie." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"I'm going to play every show as if it was my last. My last one may come sooner than we think.".

"Aww, don't say that." I said, a lump in my throat. Billie turned and looked at me, his green eyes sad. "I don't want to think about that, Billie. I still have you. We still have each other, and to me, that's all that matters." I told him.

"I know, Liz. But you won't have me forever.". I felt tears forming in my eyes. What he said was sad, but true. I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him, a good, long, kiss.

"I love you.".

"I love you, too.".