{Billie Joe Armstrong} - Something Unpredictable

Chapter 1

2007

Alyssa's p.o.v

I woke up in bed, no one beside me, so I figured that Billie was probably downstairs. The light was still on and I noticed that my clothes were strewn on the floor at the foot of the bed. I was tired and I didn't want to get out of bed, but I forced myself to get up and take a shower.

The warm water hit me and I tried to recall what happened the night before. I remembered me, Billie, Mike and Tre passing around a joint. We were laughing about something, I couldn't remember what. And then me and Billie went to bed, and by the way my clothes had been tossed on the floor, we must've made love.

I got out of the shower and slipped into some black skinny jeans and a strappy black tank top. I ran a comb through my dark red hair, towel dried it, and went downstairs to the kitchen.

"Hi Billie." I said. I noticed that Mike and Tre were sitting at the table, both of them looking tired. "Oh, you guys are still here.".

"Yup, it's your lucky day, you get an extra dose of me!" Tre said, and I laughed.

"I hope you want french toast, Alyssa, because that's what I'm making." Billie told me.

"Oh, yes, you make the best french toast." I replied.
"Hey, Mike and Tre, you guys want some coffee?" I offered.

"Sure." Tre replied. I poured two cups of coffee and brought them to the table.

"I'm so tired. I don't even remember when I went to bed last night." I said, pouring my own coffee.

"Yeah, me too." Mike replied. "All I know is that it was a late night".

"Late night, for sure.".

"And we smoked weed!" Tre piped up.

I looked at Mike and we both just burst out laughing.

"What?" Tre asked, also laughing. "It's true.".1

Billie brought over a plate of french toast and we all had some, then Mike and Tre headed home.

"Bye." Billie said as they headed out the door.

"See you Friday!" I added. I closed the door and sighed. "Fuck, I'm so tired.".

"Me too. Let's go take a nap." Billie said, grabbing my hand.

"Good idea.".

We went upstairs together and laid down on the bed. I snuggled up close to him as he held my waist.

"Did I get super high last night?" I asked.

"We all did." Billie replied. That explained why I could barely remember anything.

***

Mike's p.o.v

I started the car and looked at Billie's house.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His wife was hot. God, she was hot.

Oh, don't fucking think that! I told myself. If she ever finds out, she's gonna be fucking pissed! Both of them are going to be fucking pissed!

I put my foot on the gas, guilt setting in.

Alyssa's p.o.v

Friday came around, and I went on tour with the boys. Our first three nights were in Miami.

"This is a nice hotel." I said as we walked across the parking lot together.

"Uh, well, I wouldn't call it nice. But it's decent. You know, we don't choose which hotel we stay in. Our manager does." Billie told me.

"Oh, your manager.".

"Yeah, that selfish asshole. I know he would kill us for money." Billie said quietly. He always told me about the awful and sneaky things his manager would do.

"Guess what, though, we got the penthouse suite! We're on the top level, and we've got the nicest rooms! " Tre exclaimed.

"Seriously!" Billie asked.

"Yeah!".

We entered the hotel, checked in, and got our room keys. Then Tre grabbed all of our luggage, smirking.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mike asked him.

"I bet I can get up there faster first, even with all this luggage! Race you!" Tre said. We ran after him and stopped at the elevator.

"Just leave it to the elevator to ruin our fun." I said, pushing the button to open it. We all squished in together and went to our hotel rooms.

The suite me and Billie had was super nice. There was a lounge area, a nice kitchen, and a big bedroom.

"Can you guys actually afford this?" I asked, amazed.

"Of course we can, babe.".

"What time is the show tonight?" I asked Billie, flopping down on the super comfy bed.

"Seven." He replied, and came to lay down with me.

"Seven. Okay. Hey, Billie?".

"Yes, Alyssa?".

"Can I ask you something?".

"Ask away.".

A/N: Ok, I know this kind of sucks so far, but it gets better as you go along!