The Day Billie Joe Armstrong Died

Chapter 23 - Pillow Eating, Water Drinking crazyness

I felt bad for not updating in a while so I wrote this chapter as well :) Another long one, enjoy :) 

Adie and Mike wrote down everyone they had recognized from the pictures so we’d remember whom we had to deal with. I felt frustrated and scared. Really scared, knowing my mum and dad where here. They probably even know which hotel we’re staying at as well! Wait, what about Billie? He was supposed to stay with mum and dad! If they’ve left him alone I will kill them!

No even they wouldn’t do that. I’m sure if they had left Billie alone he would have sent me a message, he’s probably staying with his friends. I hope so…

I gazed out my window, it had started to rain now. There weren’t that many people outside now. I gazed down, scared if I could see some familiar faces. I closed my eyes, feeling someone nudge my back. ‘’Are you okay?’’ I opened my eyes and sighted. ‘’Honestly, I’m scared’’ I mumbled, ‘’I understand, I don’t feel that comfortable either’’ Trè continued gazing around outside the window. He noticed my scared expression, ‘’we won’t let them hurt you, Alexandra’’ Trè said understanding while stroking my back. I half smiled and I gazed up at him. He smiled goofily at me, I smiled back and hugged him. ‘’Thanks … uncle Trè’’ He lit up when I called him ‘uncle’

‘’Finally! I’m an uncle!’’ He smiled brightly, Mike and Adie turned to us. Mike looked puzzled, ‘’I called him ‘uncle’’’ I enlightened him, he smiled. I guess we should try to keep our spirit up, be happy y’know. And someone had to say something to lighten the mood here.

‘’And now you, my friend is uncle Mike!’’ I hugged Mike and he embraced me and smiled. ‘’Great! I’m the best uncle ever, right?’’ Mike joked, ‘’hell to the no, man! Can’t beet uncle Trè! My name is ‘Cool’ for a reason!’’ Trè hissed, I chuckled as I watched them ‘’fight’’ over their new title as uncle. ‘’Guys, guys! Calm down, we need make a plan, we’re not safe here anymore’’ Adie said and used her arms to signal that we should lower our tone. Mike and Trè stopped, ‘’what’s the plan, then?’’ Trè asked curious, ‘’I don’t know! What I do know is that my boys are coming down here while these crazy ass idiots are here!’’ Adie hissed nervously. I bit my lower lip and tried to think, what could we possibly do? Stay in our hotel room until our appointment with NBC?

‘’Our appointment is on Saturday, right? So, we should keep a low profile until that. Yes, I’m talking to you Trè’’ Mike said as he looked directly at Trè. Trè ignored his look and gazed down at the floor, ‘’I have claustrophobia! I can’t stay in my hotel room for three days!’’ Trè hissed.

‘’I need some time alone here, I can’t take this!’’ I said plainly, without looking at anyone. They, however, looked at me. I knew they understood. ‘’That’s okay, Alex. People don’t know your face. We however, should stay as long as it’s possible in here’’ Adie comforted me. ‘’No! I can’t take it! I can’t fucking take it! You do NOT want to stay with me in a locked room would you?!’’ Trè hissed dramatically, ‘’I’ll give it a shot’’ Mike said a little nervously.

Staying in this room felt liked being in a prison and I couldn’t take it right now. I looked outside the window one last time. It was still raining, everyone had an umbrella over their heads. Except one guy, I squinted my eyes and stared at him. It was Billie Joe! I froze, he was staring right up at me. I didn’t bother to wave. I knew he wouldn’t wave back. Regardless how pissed I was at him, I wanted to see him. Talk to him and yell at him. Mike nudged my arm, ‘’you okay?’’ I shook my head and returned to the real world. ‘’I need some air, I’ll just go and fetch a coffee’’ I mumbled plainly. I shuffled hurriedly out the door and down to the lobby and outside to freedom.