Mike was a whiny bitch. But I could tell he actually felt like shit, so I helped out as much as I could. I let him sleep most of the time, only waking him to give him medicine and make him eat. But then he got a fever, which was good and bad, bad because, well it's a fever and good because it meant the sickness was going away. I looked at him as he slept. I held the back of my hand against his forehead. He was really warm. I figured I could help somehow and wet a cloth and put it over his head. I was such a good friend. Not. I turned the tv on, low volume. There was a knock at the door so I answered it. Tré shouldn't come round, I figured he knew practice was cancelled. But I was Anna. I leant against the doorframe, looking at her.
"Where is he." She demanded, and I laughed.
"God, you get straight to the point don't you?" I said, and she punched my arm weakly.
"Where IS he, Billie." I smiled and shrugged. I loved winding her up. "Billie Joe Armstrong, if you don't tell me where Michael Dirnt is I'm going to cut your balls off." She said, serious expression. I held my hands up in surrender and stepped aside, and she walked over to a still sleeping Mike, laying her hand across his forehead.
"Billie, he has a fever!" She scolded me.
"I know that. But there's notice I can do, is there? I'm not fucking Jesus." I muttered.
"I should hope you're not. You can make yourself useful and go get fever reducer though. Treat yourself to a coffee or something. My treat." I nodded and she handed me some money. I threw a hoodie on and left my apartment. She was already like a fucking wife to Mike. What's stupid is they're so good together, but I know how important the band is to Mike. He'd never lose Tré over a girl. I walked into the store, and had to ask the woman what I was looking for. She showed me and I thanked her, buying it. Now for coffee. I went along to a little coffee shop down the road, called Trish's. I entered and put the hood to my jacket down, letting my dyed blonde hair free. I should really stop dying that. I walked up to the counter and ordered, and chatted to the guy standing behind there. He was nice. I got my coffee and turned to leave, and was face to face with a girl. I jumped a little and she laughed.
Man that's a cute laugh.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you!" She laughed.
"You didn't. I just do that a lot." She grinned.
"Sure you do. I'm Adrienne." She held a hand out.
"Billie Joe." I shook her hand.
"Yeah... Yeah, you are! From Green Day right?!" I nodded, smiling.
"You guys are awesome. Do you have an album to buy?"
"We're working on an album now, Dookie. Mike's sick though, which is why I've got this," I held the medicine up.
"Oh. Well I really want to buy the album when it comes out!" She said.
"Well, uh, if you give me you're number, I'll call you when the first store gets it in.." I muttered quickly, nervous as fuck.
"I think I caught that. Here," she handed me a piece of paper. "Good to meet ya, Billie Joe." She smiled and walked off, and I started the walk home. Anna practically jumped on me.
"Where the fuck have you been?! I was worried sick!" She said dramatically, hitting me on the arm.
"Nowhere." I grinned.
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Fresh Start: A Green Day Fanfiction
Fanfiction"Billie Joe really needed a fresh start. He didn't know how much he would hate living alone, and how much he would suddenly need to depend on his friends. He felt like he was missing something from his life. And he may have found it... Mike, on the...
