•X-Kid• [COMPLETED]

¡Uno!

Billie's P.O.V:
The alcohol burned my throat as I swallowed it. It felt good. It helped me forget about all the problems going on in my shitty life right now.

I quickly finished my first beer and reached for another one. And another one after that, and another one and another...

This went on until I was starting to feel a little light-headed. I looked at my watch. We were meant to go on stage in about 20 minutes.

Shrugging I grabbed another beer. It wouldn't hurt just to have one more before the start of the show would it?

Almost too soon, I realised that I'd finished that beer as well. I sighed and very shakily got to my feet. Was it normal for the room to feel like it was spinning?

Suddenly Mike came walking through the door. "Hey Bill!" He said cheerfully. His happy mood annoyed me. It was giving me even more of a headache.

"So?" Mike asked. "You almost re-" he cut off mid sentence. It took me a few seconds to realise why. But eventually, I did.

There were empty beer can littering the floor and the couch. Shit! I was so stupid! Why didn't I have the foresight to see that something like this would happen?!

"You did it again didn't you?!" Mike practically screamed in my face. I bit my lip. "Didn't you?!" Mike snarled again.

"Of course not!" I screamed back. "These were already here when I came in!" Mike nodded slowly. I thought I was in the clear so I got up and walked past him.

Mike suddenly grabbed my shirt and forced me against the wall. "Let me go you asshole!" I growled, trying to pry his fingers off my shirt. That obviously didn't work though, as he was much stronger than I was.

"Not until you tell me the truth!" Mike hissed. "There's noting to tell!" I growled, trying to wriggle out of Mike's strong grip.

"Oh no you don't!" He snarled, lifting me a few inches up off the ground. "Let me go!" I growled lowly. "Nope." Mike replied casually. "Tell me what I want to know and I might just consider letting you go."

"Fine." I growled. "I was drinking again..." "I knew it!" Mike hissed. "You can put me down now..." I said, a little calmer then I was a few seconds ago.

Mike seemed to ignore my last last statement and continued to hold me a couple inches off the the ground by my shirt.

"Why Beej?" He asked, a tone of sadness in his voice. "I did it to forget." I hissed through clenched teeth. "To forget about my shitty life... now... put... me... down!"

Once again, my statement was ignored. I felt my temper start to rise again. If Mike didn't put me down soon, I was going to hurt him. And that's something that I never wanted to do.

"If you don't quit this whole drinking thing Bill, there won't be anymore Green Day. Y'know that right? Me and Tré already had a talk and we've agreed that if you don't come clean, we're out of the band. Then you can go and find yourself another drummer and bassist."

I bit my lip and looked my life long friend in the eyes. I could tell he was serious. His eyes were an icy shade of blue, no longer the soft blue that they'd been only moments earlier.

Tears stung my eyes and I fell to my knees in shock. Mike was serious... no... it couldn't be... I didn't want to lose the band... without music, I was nothing... if I couldn't play music, I might as well not exist...

I pulled my knees to my chest, looking up at Mike. He looked down at me with a bitter smile on his face. He crouched down to my level and put a band on my knee.

"So there you have it. Change, or else... we'll talk more after the show." And with that, he got up and left me alone in the dressing room. Alone to succumb to my dark thoughts...

I checked my watch again. 10 minutes 'til show time. I looked over at the floor and saw a can of beer that hadn't been opened yet. I bit my lip, trying to ignore the feeling of desperation and trying to ignore my mind telling me to drink it.

It was a real battle of wills here. On one hand I knew that it was wrong and that I'd probably regret it later. But on the other hand, I didn't give a fuck. I didn't give a fuck about anything anymore. I just wanted something that would take the pain away.

Eventually I gave in and made my way over to the where the can was. I opened it slowly, making sure that nobody was around. When I was satisfied that I was alone, I gulped down the contents of the can in three large gulps.

The burning sensation that went down my throat felt so good, so right. I sighed and grabbed my guitar, not bothering to check if it was tuned or not.

I drunkenly made my way out of the dressing room and down the hallway that lead to the stage. I saw Mike, Tré, Jason, Jason and Jeff already there waiting for me.

They all smiled at me as I staggered around the corner. Well, when I say all, I mean all the except for Mike, who looked at me with a look of anger on his face. Did he know? Did he know that I did it again?

'Don't be stupid!" I told myself. You're just being paranoid. How could he know?! It's not like he was in the room when you did it!'

I sighed and looked away from Mike, feeling slightly intimidated by his hard stare.

My head was banging and I just wanted to curl up somewhere and sleep. I bit my lip as a wave of nausea swept over me. 'You can't be sick now!' I told myself, leaning against the wall as dizziness started to overcome me.

"You alright Billie?" Jason (White) asked me, putting a gentle hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off.

"I'm fine ok?! Jesus Christ just give it a rest why don't you?!" I snarled, walking a little down the hallway so that there was a little distance between me and the others.

Jason looked hurt by the fact that I'd just yelled at him. I'd never done that before... I felt so guilty.

"Listen Jace." I tried, slowly making my way over to my friend. "I'm sor-"

"Save it Billie Joe!" Jason growled, tears brimming in his eyes. Mike wrapped his arms around Jason in a tight hug.

A low, jealous growl escaped my lips. I wanted Mike to hug me! Not Jason! Jason didn't deserve it! He was such an asshole!

Suddenly our manager came towards us telling us that it was time to go on stage. We all nodded.

A wave of dizziness and nausea hit me at the same time as I was walking behind my band mates.

I really hoped that nothing would go wrong during this show... dream on Billie... dream on...