The Loser's Girlfriend [A Billie Joe Armstrong Fan Fiction]

Chapter Twenty-Two: "I'm Never Gonna Let You Out Of My Sight Again."

So...the last chapter's a bit of a tragedy (a bit) and, since something bad happened previously, you can bet that something good will happen, right?

Right.

Well, here it all goesss:

Chapter Twenty-Two: “I’m Never Gonna Let You Out Of My Sight Again.”

- Chelsea -

Voices. Familiar voices were what I heard as soon as I felt my ears perk up. Well…only my ears; my eyes felt way too heavy to be opened at the moment.

“Oh my God, is she going to be okay?” I heard Billie ask out loud and, I swear, I could picture him pacing around in the room.

I heard a sigh as my ears gathered Ollie’s voice, “geez, Billie. It’s just been ten minutes; she’s going to be okay. There aren’t any broken bones or something.”

Wait. Where am I?

My eyes took their time in opening and, soon, I met the tan colour of a ceiling -- one that is definitely NOT from my apartment.

“Oh, thank goodness, you’re awake,” Ollie exclaimed, “how are you feeling?”

I tried to stretch and I felt a straining feeling on my torso. Ollie seemed to see my discomfort as she said, “you know what? Nevermind. I’ll bring up dinner, okay?”

I nodded, watching the female walk out of the door.

Another person took Ollie’s seat and I looked at Billie, whose hand was grazing my cheek slightly, “does it still hurt? Your cheek?”

I shook my head, wanting nothing more than just lean into his hand but I figured that’d be pretty weird. He’s too close for my comfort zone and I squirmed awkwardly, our faces inches apart, just like that time when he got locked out of his house…

“Chelsea…” I started, getting her attention. Her green eyes intensified in colour as she looked back into my own.

 

“Yes? Do you need something else?”

 

My vision travelled from her eyes, to the light freckles on her cheeks, her nose, then, her lips.

 

Hmm…What if I just swoop down and --

 

“Billie?” Chelsea asks once more and I was pulled back, “I-I need to do something…”

 

“Oh,” I breathed out, surprised I was two inches away from kissing her. “Oh,” I say once more, straightening up and looking away.

 

“So, I-I’ll j-just, go now,” she said awkwardly as her arms waved a bit.

 

“S-sure.”

I felt my ears turn hot and I broke eye contact with Billie. Damn you, Chelsea! You just can’t stop blushing, can you? Billie let out a laugh and I covered my face with my hands.

He pulled my hands away, “you’re cute when you blush so…don’t cover your face.”

I shook my head, “I look stupid when I blush. I hate it when I start blushing around you…makes me feel pathetic.”

“You’re not,” he swooped down and I felt his lips lightly touch my forehead. “I’ll go see what mom’s doing, okay?”

I watched with bated breath as he walked out of the room.

Billie…STAHP.

-

“Did you get my phone?” I asked Billie, who has another spoon of soup ready. He nodded, taking the spoon to my lips, “yeah.”

A sudden memory entered my head like a bullet, “oh my God, what did she text you? Because whatever she texted you about me and Gerard was a lie, I swear! I was walking home late because I went to find my gym -- !”

Shit.

I wasn’t supposed to mention that part.

His eyebrow raised as I stopped, “went to find your gym what? Don’t tell me they’ve been taking your things, Chelsea.”

I lowered my eyes on the blanket on my lap when I felt Billie’s warm hand touch my chin.

“You don’t need to keep me from everything that’s happening to you. I want to help,” he mentioned sincerely and I could almost see his eyes sparkling.

“Wait, how about Mrs. Stueby? Does she know where I am?” I asked, trying to reach for my phone which I just noticed on the night stand.

He stilled my hand, “my mom already called her. She’s just glad that nothing serious happened to you. Now, you need to finish this,” he said, bringing a spoon near my mouth again.

I smiled as I swallowed the soup down my throat. Billie placed the bowl of soup beside my phone on the night stand as his eyes reflected worry and determination.

“You know what, after everything that’s happened to you, I don’t think I’d want to leave you…” he paused, as if he’s still thinking of what to say, “I’m never gonna let you out of my sight again.”

My heart rate started picking up as I stared into Billie’s deep green eyes, “thanks,” I smile gently before going in for a hug.

I love you, Billie.

And to all of those who might read this...the next chapter would be the moment of truth <3 I'm pretty excited, to be frank. 

Virtual hugs and kisses to all of those who have been reading this fanfic ever since day one. I love all of you so so so much <333

xo,

T.