Billie Joe Armstrong one shots

Maths, glass of water and twos on a cigarette <3

I dragged my feet behind me sloppily walking down my street back home, the morning sunrise was bright in my eyes. Making my hangover much worse as I squinted down looking at the floor sniffing my nose.

I swear I'm never drinking again.

When finally looking back up my street, I noticed Billie across the road sitting outside his front door. Morning cigarette in his hand. It was seven in the morning, so he must've not slept at all yet.

My head hung back down, hoping he'd for some reason not notice me. But since his house was just across the street from mine it would be almost impossible to get away with sneaking home with out at least Billie catching me out.

Walking into my front garden, I almost thought I'd made it with out a words commentary from Billie Joe. Until-

"Rough night huh?"

I grunted with a sniff, until forcing a smile and turning back around. Billie sat on his front door step, smirk across his face. "Can you tell?" I asked.

"Walking home at seven in the morning with your jeans in your hands? Whose pants have you got on anyway?"

I sighed looking down at the red tartan pj bottoms I had on. I gave another huff. "None of your business Bill,"

"Someones fiesty," he noted, taking another drag of his cigarette.

I rolled my eyes following back to my front door. Pulling out my house keys from the jeans in my hands hoping I'd be able to unlock the door so quietly that it wouldn't wake up my parents.

After unlocking the door, I walked in with a big breath. Throwing my jeans on the sofa and making my way to the kitchen. I ran the cold tap for a few seconds picking up a clean glass before filling it up.

I couldn't help myself. I glanced out the window seeing Billie still there.

I would be a liar if I said I wasn't a sucker for the boy across the road. I totally was. But that's not something he needs to know?

I took my glass of water walking back out the front door. He looked up at the movement across the road, his once mopey lips turned into a dumb smile as he watched me cross the road. Glass in hand.

"Come to join?" He raised an eyebrow, stumping his cigarette out beside him on the step.

"If you light up another cigarette,"

He smiled, pulling out a box of camels from his pocket wiggling his eyebrows playfully. I couldn't but laugh taking a seat beside him on his front door step. An obvious space between the two of us.

I heard him spark up a match, the smell of it burning hitting my nose as I took another sip of water.

"Gotta hangover?" He asked, handing the cig over to me.

I nodded, taking it from his hand. "I'm never drinking again," before inhaling.

"Your eyes are pretty red,"

"Uhuh?" I asked with a sniff, taking the cigarette away from my mouth after another puff passing it back to him.

He smiled, taking it once again. "Runny nose too?"

"Well-"

"-And I don't think it's the flu,"

I persuade my lips. Only so I could fight back a smirk. "Yeah whatever," I finally mumbled. "Just don't tell my mom,"

"Got my promise,"

We went silent for a second. I could just hear the birds chirping around and distant cars driving to and from wherever. In my left ear Billie breathed in through the filter taking back his smoke. Before I heard him blow out, offering me the cigarette again.

I took it, looking over at him. "Y'know... your eyes are quite red too,"

"Oh really?"

"Why's that?"

"No sleep," He shrugged.

After passing two and from with his cigarette, finally it burnt to its butt as Billie stubbed it out beside him accompanying his last.

I took another sip of water with a sniff, looking over across at my house. Hopefully no one was up yet and noticed I wasn't home. Or that I'd left the door open.

"So whose are these?" Billie spoke up again, smiling playfully at me as he tugged on the legs fabric of some guys pj bottoms.

I rolled my eyes in the same manner, small smirk. "Wish I could tell you,"

"Secret?"

"No- I just don't remember,"

He snorted with laughter, shaking his head with as he did a small chuckle.

The sound of a door opening caught me off guard, I looked over across the road at my dad with the house door open. Stark staring over at me across from the road.

"Shit," I muttered.

"What are you doing over there?" He shouted confused from across the street. "Where an earth have you been all night?"

"I-"

"-She's been with me all nigh Mr L/n,"

I looked over at Billie confused. Then over at my dad. His angry expression slowly fading away.

"Oh?" His tone was a little confused, until Billie added.

"She's been helping me with some maths homework,"

"Maths?" I asked confused.

"Yeah-" He nudged me in the arm. "Y'know... algebra, pi? All that stuff,"

I fumbled with my glass of water for a second before speaking up myself. "We we're just taking a break," I caught on.

Finally, my dad nodded. Even smiling? "Come back over when you're done kiddo." He told me, before walking back out the door.

I looked over at Billie stunned. He smiled, taking the glass of water from my hand and taking a sip, keeping his eyes on me.

"I..." I couldn't even find the words. How did that work. "I didn't... even-"

"-you didn't....?"

"I thought-"

"-Best get back home huh?" He slotted the glass back in my hand. Standing up himself.

I stood up fast with him. Still not believing my dad even bought that. "Tha...thanks Billie?"

"No need to thank me," He winked. "You owe me a cig,"