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

Chapter 22: Spilling Tears

A/N: *Smut Warning* And this is a longer chapter, it's over 3000 words.

"I'll get it!" Tre said. He sprang up, ran to the door, and opened it, revealing the man who had stabbed me right in the heart earlier. But, I was drunk, so I was just happy to see him.

"Hi." Billie said, stepping into the room. 

"Billie!" I cried. I set my drink down on the table and ran to him. 

"Hi, babe. I guess you're not too pissed off at me anymore, hey?" he said as I embraced him.

"About what?" I asked, nuzzling into his shoulder.

"Billie, she doesn't even remember." Mike said. "She's drunk.". 

"Oh." Billie said.

"Shhh…" I said, putting my hand over his lips. I leaned closer and our lips met. I squeezed him tighter and he tried to pull away. "Hey," I said. "Why don't you love me tonight?".

"We got into a fight earlier.". 

"Oh, the fucking fight!". I said, turning around to look at Mike and Tre. "What even happened in the fight!?".

"He called you some names." Mike said.

"Like what?" I asked, losing my balance and falling into Billie. He caught me.

"Nevermind." Mike sighed. 

"I'm sorry, babe." Billie said. "I should've listened. I actually feel really shitty now. I'm sorry.". 

"Aww, Billie." I said, stroking his cheek with the back of my hand. I kissed him. "You know what, I forgive you. I don't know what you did, but I forgive you.". 

"Billie, why don't you stay for a bit, you and Liz?" Mike asked. "We miss you.". 

"Well, alright." Billie said. 

"So how are you feeling?" Tre asked him. "And be honest.".

"Well," Billie sighed. "I haven't been feeling great.". 

"Do you feel stressed?Overwhelmed?". 

"I've been quite stressed, especially since I've got onto this other medication. I've also been kind of sad.".

"Why?" I asked. I kind of felt like crying. 

"Well," Billie said. He put a hand over his face, the hand that he didn't have around me. "I… I feel myself declining physically every day. I'm scared that I'm going to get…". He stopped for a second to wipe the tears that had formed in his eyes. "I'm scared I'm going to get terminal cancer.". 

"Oh, Billie." I said quietly. I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

"If I… If I get terminal cancer, I probably won't last long.".

"You don't know that, BJ." Tre said slowly.

"But I feel like that." Billie replied. "And the hardest part would be…". A tear rolled down his cheek. "The hardest part would be less time… with all of you guys.". 

I looked over at Mike and Tre, and they were crying, too. We were all crying. 

"I'm scared of that, too, Billie." Mike choked out. He wiped his eyes. 

"Oh, Billie." I said. I put my arms around his neck and buried my face into his shoulder. It was a good thing that he was wearing a black shirt that night because I cried off a lot of my makeup.

"That's why I've been so sad." he said.

"I'm sorry that you feel like that." Tre replied. "Look, me, Mike, and Liz are here for you. No matter what happens, we all love you.".