Bad Boys II (sequel) - Billie Joe Armstrong Fan Fiction

Not Bad, Joe

Billies POV

I can’t help but start to laugh while walking back to the motel room. Sam had it coming for him, and letting Mike almost punch his face in somehow relaxed me about the battle of the bands. It’s weird that Sapphire now had connections to every band competing, but hopefully her place stays with us. The stars were the only light overhead, the moon hidden by a large cloud. I shudder as I hear the laughs of the strange men inside the lobby, probably gambolling or worse…

I fumble with the key in my pocket, taking it out and unlocking the door. I walk inside, pushing the door closed, carelessly behind me. As I look up, my face drops when I see Sapphire, curled up on the bed.

“Saph?” I call out, slowly walking towards her. She doesn’t reply, but pulls the blanket further over her head.

“Sapphire, what’s wrong?” I quietly ask, sitting down on the bed.

“Go away” She barely whispers. I furrow my eyebrows in concern, attempting to lift the blanket off her.

“I said. Go. Away” Her voice turns sharp and I pull my hand back. I slowly let out a breath, thinking what could possibly be wrong.

“I swear to God, if Michael fucking hurt you-“

“Billie, please” She cuts me off, turning over so her back is to me. I run my hand through my hair, sighing. I decide to stop pestering her, but to only comfort her. I slide of my shoes and jeans, carefully lifting the cover and slipping into the bed next to her. I face her back, biting my lip out of unknowing what to do.

Reaching out, I gently place my hand on her back, to show I was there for her. It wasn’t until then that she starts to shake from crying. I immediately move forward, wrapping my arms around her to let her let out her emotions. Sapphire continues to cry, and I quietly shush her, burying my face into her neck.

I don’t bother to ask what’s wrong.

Sapphire isn’t exactly the most open person if it was obviously something big that happened. Maybe she misses home, maybe she and Michael just had a fight. It didn’t matter what the reason was, all that mattered is she knew I could comfort her like she has to me so many times before. Her breathing starts to slow down, as her crying comes to a stop. I soon hear her breath slow down fully, implying that she is asleep.

Soon, I follow. Drifting into a confused, uneasy sleep.

Sapphires POV

“Hurry up” Billie wines, rushing me to pull my shoes on. Today was the battle of the bands, and to say Billie was excited was an understatement.

“Alright, calm down!” I stand, running to the bathroom.

“Come on!” He wines, again. “You don’t need makeup!”

“I don’t care what you think!” I call back hurrying to rub in the foundation and line my eyes with the black pencil.

Soon, we are both out the door, walking towards Billie’s truck. I cower behind Billie, as Moe sticks his head out the lobby door, waving a chubby arm at us. Billie greases him off as we both climb in, fastening our seatbelts. I rest my head on the window as he drives off, silence devouring the atmosphere. I had a rough sleep last night. Even though I got the full hours, I still felt worn out when I woke up. My sleep was full of nightmares.

Nightmares about him

He hadn’t texted me. And I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. I would tell Billie, but he has enough things to worry about. It’s his top priority to get signed and I’m sure the “Hayley problem” is doing his head in. He doesn’t need my stupid problems. It doesn’t matter.