Green Day SMUT one shots

SEX, DRUGS & VIOLENCE

A/N: requested by @ilovetrecool thank you very much :)

TréxAndy

Places in 2012 (Trilogy-Era)

Green Day had a concert at the iheart radio music festival in Las Vegas. The boys just left their Hotel to go to soundcheck. Billie was the last one to get in the van and slammed the door shut. He carried a bag with him and opened it as soon as the van took off. "A beer for Mike, a beer for Tré, a beer for me, a beer for every fucking human on this planet," Billie said, then shouted. Tré and Mike laughed with Billie "No thanks, we have in 3 hours an important show and I want to be clean." said Tré. "Yeah me too, Billo," Mike added. "okay Pussies, more beer for me, Losers," Billie laughed. He opened the can and downed half of the beverage in one sip. He was fast to kill the other half. Billie wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He opened the window and threw out the empty can and reached for his bag to get a new beer. Tré and Mike looked at each other, not liking what they're seeing. "Yo Bill, slow it down, okay?" Tré said."Shut up (Greg), I'm not a kid anymore. I can handle two beers." Billie said, anger clear to hear in his voice before downing the second can. They arrived at the venue and got ready for the soundcheck.

3 hours later at the show

"GRASPING TO OH FUCK THIS SHIT I WANNA PLAY A FUCKING NEW SONG.FUCK THIS SHIT" Billie sang, "Give me a fucking break, one minute left. One minute FUCKING left. You're gonna give me fucking one minute? Yo look at this fucking sign right there. ONE MINUTE. Let me fucking tell you something, let me tell you something. I've been around since fucking 198-fucking 8 and you're gonna give me ONE fucking minute?! You gotta be fucking kidding me. You're fucking kidding me! What the fuck?! I'm not fucking Justin Bieber you motherfuckers. You gotta be fucking joking. It's a fucking joke. I got one minute, one minute left. Oh now I've got nothing left. Now I've got nothing left. Let me show you what one fucking minute fucking means." Billie shouted full of anger. He took his guitar and started smashing it. "One minute! God fucking loves you all. We'll be back" he continued to shout while showing his middle finger to the audience. Billie walked off stage while throwing his mic away.

Tré stormed off stage, following Billie and Mike. He was angry as fuck. He couldn't believe that Billie still didn't get his priorities straight. Tré was furious to find Mike. He saw him chatting with his sound engineer. Tré balled his hands into fists and walked up to Mike. He grabbed one of his arms and pulled him a few feet away from his sound engineer. "What the fuck was that, Mike? Why the hell did you fucking support him? Are you fucking crazy? Billie probably ruined our reputation with this shit and you encourage him? I'm so mad at you Mike. You really disappointed me." Tré screamed. He gently pushed Mike away before storming off to find Billie. He found him in his dressing room, laying on the couch with another can of beer. Tré has never been that angry in his life before. He got up to Billie and slammed the can out of Billies hand. "Yo, Tré what the fuck?" Billie slurred angrily. He looked for his bag to get a new can. Tré took the bag and threw it against the wall, the can in Billies hand following.

"Billie, what was that? I thought you learned from your mistakes. I am really angry and can't understand why you put our career at risk. We've made it so far and now you freak out like this? Why are alcohol and drugs so important in your life? I thought the band is the most important thing in your life. You are not only destroying this band, our friendship and your marriage. You're mostly destroying yourself! Why can't you see that?" Tré screamed. "Yo man, chill out. Drink a beer or something" Billie slurred. "If you think that your little speech makes me stop uh nope!" Billie said with a straight face. "I'm not gonna stop because you ask me to, you're not my fucking mom!" Billie screamed. "Do you really think that I'm going to watch my best friend sinking in a sea of alcohol and drugs?" Tré answered. "Well, who said we are still best friends? Get the fuck outta here, FRANK" Billie slurred angrily, stressing on Trés real name. Tré felt like he was gonna die. He ran out of the room. Tears ran down his red and sweaty face. He fumbled in his pocket for his phone. He called a cab, just wanting to get away from here.