{Billie Joe Armstrong} - Something Unpredictable

Chapter 4

Billie told me that the last day of the tour is always the best, because it's the one night you can go crazy and let yourself go, as long as you don't mind a hangover the next morning.

Me and Billie walked down the hallway together, him carrying a bottle of whiskey. We knocked on a door, and Mike opened it.

"Hey guys." He said. "Come in.". Billie poured the two of them some whiskey. I tried not worry too much. You see, when he was drunk, he could get pretty wild.

"Where's Tre?" I asked, sitting on a velvet sofa, thinking that Mike and Tre had an even nicer hotel suite than me and Billie.

"He went to go get dinner." Mike told me. "I'm surprised you wanted to come hang out with us.".

"Why?".

"Well, you really want to hang out with stupid punks?".

"You guys are my friends, and you're a lot more than stupid punks.".

"You sure 'bout that?" Billie questioned, then Tre burst through the door.

"Boom!" He shouted. "Dinner!".

"Oh, what did you get?" Billie asked him.

"Sushi." He replied. He started to go on and on about what was in every single piece of sushi, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to eat.

I took a few pieces and  tried to use a pair of chopsticks, but I could barely use them.

"Shoot!" I said as my sushi fell to the floor. Billie laughed. "It's not funny, BJ.".

"Yes it is!" he replied. He was really good at using chopsticks, and I kind of envied it.

"You should just stab it!" Suggested Tre.

"Actually, that's a good idea." I said, and stabbed the sushi with my chopsticks.

"Oh, and, uh, I dunno if Mikey told you guys this, but, uh, we're having a fucking party!" Tre announced.

"Who's coming?" Billie asked.

"Well, quite a few of our friends, and some of our friends friends, and some-" Tre started.

"A lot of people are coming." Mike answered.

              ***

Within an hour, some stuff had happened. Billie, Mike and Tre had gone through an entire bottle of whiskey, some hookers showed up, music was blasting, men were there drinking beer and flirting with the hookers, and I'm sure that bed in the bedroom had been fucked on at least once.

I mostly stayed with Billie, a bit overwhelmed by the party.

"Hun, could you get me another beer?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, sure." I replied. I  went into the kitchen to grab a can of beer. The fridge was almost empty by this point.

I handed the can to Billie and as he opened it, I noticed that his hands were shaking. That was a sign he was already drunk.

"Billie, look, I know that you're a grown man who can make his own choices, but please don't get too drunk tonight." I begged.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Billie shouted.

"Okay, okay.". I sighed and looked around, seeing if I knew anyone here. But I didn't; except for Mike and Tre and Billie, of course.

I decided to go off and leave Billie. It smelled like weed and alcohol and hookers, and I felt as if I was at some stupid highschool party and didn't belong.