Tré smiles to Billie as he walks inside.
He liked Billie for the longest time, but Billie never possibly loved him back, right?
Right.
Nobody would love an insecure fuck like himself.
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Billie orders the usual Mocha (good coffee), a little smile flashing on his face.
Tré smiles back, already having one prepared.
He hands it to Billie who holds out a twenty, Tré widens his eyes and shakes his head.
"B-Billie! I-I can't accept this."
"Sure you can, Tré."
"It's literally five dollars, dude. I don't need a twenty."
"Keep it. I don't need it either." Billie leaves the twenty on the counter.
"Billie I-"
"Listen, Tré. I make money by singing on the streets, you hardly make anything here anyways. So keep it, okay?" Billie places a hand on Tré's shoulder, sighing.
Billie was honestly broke, when he sang on the streets all he'd hear was 'fag', 'kill yourself', 'stop singing', 'so fucking terrible', and 'give up your dreams, kid'.
He'd be lucky if he even made a dollar that day.
But honestly, he'd do anything for Tré.
Tré needed things for himself and that's all that mattered.
"Okay." Tré whispers, sighing as he pockets the twenty.
How'd he get the twenty, you ask?
Saving, duh.
He had to pay rent for his apartment or else he'd get kicked out.
Yikes.
Billie walks out of the coffee shop, holding his Mocha as he stands by a bench where he'd preform songs on his guitar.
He picks it up and starts to play.
"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life."
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Coffee Shops Lead to Disasters
FanficBillie Joe wants to be a successful musician. Nobody likes him. He stops by a coffee shop everyday. Everybody there thinks he's strange. One day, Billie decides to end it all. Will some miracle have him come back to life? Or will Billie be dead fore...
