Green day Imagines and one shots

Bike

*Billie's POV*

I sat down on the chair reading the newspaper, flicking the page over every minute or so. I grumbled and looking at the advertisement before laughing like mad.

"Do you need a cow?" I whispered and randomly began cackling to myself. I could feel tears running down my face. Reading the newspaper and sitting in the living room. As I had my full focus on the newspaper, I felt an arm wrap round me and I squealed loudly. My reaction was to quickly roll up the newspaper and swing it at the person. I did it a few times before I heard a scream.

"What's the point bill?!" Mike yelled and I turned to look at him. My heart sank as I saw Mike holding his broken arm. I stood up and made him look at me, placing my fingers under his chin. I rubbed my finger on my other hand over his jawline.

"I'm sorry." I whispered and licked his bottom lip. He sighed and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"I shouldn't have scared you Billie boy." He said and ran his fingers through my hair, rubbing my head gently. I let out a tiny moan and rested my head against his chest, looking up towards him.

"You need a fucking shower Mike. You smell." I said and he groaned, shaking his head. I sighed and grabbed him by his okay arm, dragging him upstairs.

*Mike's POV*

I sighed as Billie dragged me upstairs towards the one of many bathrooms we have. He shoved me inside the bathroom and stood in front of me after he had locked the door.

"Shower. Now." He said and I shook my head. He grabbed my shirt and glared me down until I agreed. I don't want to shower. My fucking arm. But I have to. I sighed and kissed his nose.

"C could you help me? I can't wash my hair with one arm." I said and he nodded, giggling lowly.

"Of course lover boy."