King for a Day [BJA one shot]

King for a Day

**this is what goes through my head at work

Billie Joe Armstrong was staring at me. I wasn't sure if he had spoken or not.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, my cheeks burning.

"I asked if you worked here" he answered, a small smile creeping on his lips.

Does he think I'm wearing that fucking badge for shits and giggles?

"Yeah. Can I help you with anything?"

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand, his sleeve going up a bit and revealing his Jesus Christ Superstar tattoo.

"Well, actually, it's quite a weird request..I need some props for a performance I'm doing tomorrow."

I looked at him, puzzled. "Can you be a little more specific?"

He chuckled again, then sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, sorry. Hum, do you have any, like, really weird hats? Y'know,like huge and ugly and most preferably pink?"

I smiled. "Ah, King for A Day props, I see. I actually have a few things in mind." I started walking, assuming he was following me.

"Wait, so you're a fan?"

I mentally face palmed.

"Yeah, I mean, how else would I know about that?"

"Okay, I have to admit that was a stupid question. I think this one would do," he said, pointing to a giant pink hat with a flower on top.

I smiled and agreed with him. I had no idea how I was keeping my cool the whole time. We looked at more hats, and Billie settled on a cowboy hat, a police hat and a pirate hat, before asking me the way to the women's section.

"Why did you come here, anyway? I mean, it's a thrift shop, it's not like you can't afford buying these brand new," I asked suddenly, wondering why he was in fact here.

"It's better for the environment, sweetie," he replied, then proceeded to wink at me.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot you were vegan," I blurted out, suddenly realizing how dumb my question was.

Bille stopped walking and tilted his head, puzzled. "What the fuck does that have to do with anything?"

I turned around and faced him, afraid I had offended the man in some way, until I noticed he was kind of smiling.

"Well, you know, saving the animals and stuff..."

He just chuckled and looked at me, waiting for my directions. I started walking towards the lingerie section and stopped in front of the bras.

"So, what cup size is Tre?" I asked, grinning.

That send him into a full body laugh, head thrown back and all. I had to refrain myself from squeeling at how cute he was.

"Fuck, I have no idea. Just give me the ugliest one out there," he said, still laughing.

I handed him a huge leopard printed bra and found the thong that went with it.

"I'll give this to you too, y'know, just in case you want to go back to your old habits."

He shook his head, smiling. "If only I had known back then how much shit I would get because of a fucking thong."

We chatted a bit more while looking for other props around the store. Billie had found a pair of huge sunglasses and some cute kitty ears. I lead him to the counter so he could pay for all the shit he had picked up.

"So that's a grand total of... 25,43$. I don't think you'll be able afford groceries this week." I joked.

He winced and took out his wallet, handing me a 50$ "Man, that hurts."

I laughed along with him and handed him the bag.

"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow night?" he asked, a small smile on his lips.

"What's tomorrow night?"

"Hum, the show? That's why we're in town."

Oh shit. I knew they were playing, but I was too broke to afford tickets, and I had tried to make myslef forget about it.

"Oh. I'm... not coming," I said, looking down at my hands.

"What? How come?" He had been about to walk out the door, but he came back and stood right in front of me.

"I don't have tickets."

He stared at me for a bit, then something seemed to click in his mind. He started patting himself, looking for something in his pockets.

"Shit, I can't find it", he said, still checking his pockets.

I waited awkwardly, unsure what he was trying to find.

"Ah, fuck it," he suddenly exclaimed, earning him a horrified glance from my colleague who was nearby.

"Billie, are you alright?" I asked, really not sure what the hell was happening.

"Yeah. I was just so certain I had a backstage pass somewhere here, I usually keep one in my pocket in case some dumb ass security guard doesn't know who I am."

He then took out a crumpled piece of paper from the back pocket of his jeans and proceeded to scribble something down.

"Here, call me when you get there, I'll come pick you up."

What. The. Fuck.

I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there like an idiot.

"You're welcome," he said, smirking.

I ran a hand through my hair. "I-yeah, thanks. A lot."

I was shaking. Gosh, what kind of loser am I?

"Well, I better be off. I'll see you tomorrow!"

He walked away, leaving me speechless. What the fuck had just happened?

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hi yes I know i should be studying or writing my fic but I thought about this while being bored to death at work today and wanted to write it down. It sucks and it's totally unrealistic but i don't care i just thought it'd be cute even tho it would never happen okay sorry ill go back to my books now see ya

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-tats