{Billie Joe Armstrong} - Something Unpredictable

Chapter 7

I did not feel good. Maybe it was because I was pregnant, but I was having bad anxiety. I had never had anxiety this bad, and I wanted to see a doctor.

"Billie, I want to see a doctor.". I stated.

"Why?".

"Because, I've been having bad anxiety.".

"Doesn't everyone? Being pregnant is probably affecting you, too." Billie told me. "We have to go now, come on."  

I followed him out to the van and got in the back. Billie was driving and Tre sat in the front with him, so Mike sat in the back with me. 

Mike's p.o.v

Alyssa climbed in the back of the van with me. I felt it happening behind the fly of my jeans, and I really hoped that she wouldn't notice.

"Hi." I said.

"Oh, hi." she replied, not making eye contact. 

Compliment her! I told myself.  "You look nice tonight." I said quietly. Just saying she looked nice was an understatement, but it was all I could say with Billie and Tre sitting in front of us.      

"Um, thanks. So do you.". 

Oh, she said I look nice!! I thought.

For most of the ride she just looked out the window. I stared at her. She was so beautiful, I couldn't help it! A few times, I caught her glance at me real quick. 

I can definitely see why Billie went for her. She's so beautiful and sweet. I thought. Oh, man, but if she ever finds out… if Billie ever finds out...

Alyssa's p.o.v

There was very awkward tension between me and Mike when we were sitting in the back of the van together, so I was relieved when we finally got to the concert. 

I was in the very front this time. I sat down in my seat and watched the crowd pour in. Soon the guys started playing, and I couldn't stop looking at Mike. I told myself to stop. Then at one point, he looked at me, and our eyes met for just a second before I looked away. Oh, why did I do that? He was my friend, I should have smiled!

My head started to hurt, so I headed outside to get some fresh air. I stood in the dark parking lot, a slight breeze blowing, and I could smell just the slightest hint of weed. It was a clear night in Mexico City, and I could see the stars when I looked up.  

"Excuse me?" said a woman approaching me.

"Yes?".
 
"Do you know if the concert started yet?" She asked. She was wearing a black dress and looked to be in her mid to late thirties. She had dark brown dreadlocks tied back in a high messy ponytail, brown eyes, high cheek bones, and looked like she could have been Native- American.

"Yes, it started nearly half an hour ago." I replied, folding my arms in front of me. 

"Okay. Thanks.". She walked away towards the entrance of the building, and I thought she looked a bit familiar. Something about her dark brown dreadlocks, and I felt like I had seen those eyes somewhere else, too.

My head started to hurt even more, so I went around to the back door where the guys would leave from and sat with my back against the wall. 

"Alyssa? What are you doing here?". I opened my eyes and looked up to see Mike towering over me. His sleeveless shirt revealed his muscular arms, and he looked really good. No, I told myself. You've got Billie! Stop thinking horny thoughts towards Mike!

"I… I didn't feel good so I came here and waited.".He reached out his hand to help me up. "I must've fallen asleep." I said. As I took his hand I felt myself blush.

"Here, go to the van. We'll be there in a minute.". He handed me the keys, and I dragged myself across the parking lot and unlocked the van. Both my head and my stomach ached.

I slept well that night, and it was the first good sleep I had in awhile. My anxiety had been messing with my sleep, and being eight months pregnant didn't help, either. In just a couple of weeks, me and Billie would be parents.