My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong (discontinued)

Ch. 7: Mrs. Lonely

That night, i lied in my bunk with havoc sleeping on my stomach while i was smoking My last blunt; it was the thickest one honestly. At least a hole eighth. Anyways, My thoughts about my childhood were haunting me ever since the conversation with billie. I was restless, lost...in pain. I heard a small knock and a light turned on; to my left billie had stepped beside my bunk.

"Hey kiddo. Mind of i puff a bit?" I chuckled and passed it to him.

"Of course. Whats up?" He took a few small drags and passed it back, looking at havoc confused.

"She hasnt left your stomach since she got here. and the bus driving doesn't bother her?" I smiled slightly before sighing.

"We did a lot of moving when i was little, at least 10 times since i was four or five. And Mom was...she tried to throw things at her and i always defended her and we got into fights...I protect her like she is my child. She thinks of me as a mother i feel like...she also smokes my weed so i me-"

"She smokes?" he sounded in disbelief, making me laugh and it stirred havoc awake, she meowed at me and i took a small drag, blowing it in her face. She sniffed all of the smoke up with her mouth slightly open and it was noticeable that the smoke was very much going into her nose. Billies eyes widened slightly.

"That cant be healthy..."

"I only do it like once or twice dad. It has the same effevta on them as it does us, ive done research. She ate a nug from my bag once when she was like a year or two old, and shes done it ever since. She has anxiety from being abandon and with my mom so...it relaxes her. Especially in cars to be honest." He nodded and she stretched, stepping off of me. I stepped out and put her on the floor, giving her a small cup of the food tre had picked up. She sniffed the outside of the bowl where my hand touched and began eating.

"Wow. she really does check to make sure you were the one who fed her huh." I smiled and stubbed the blunt out; we were about half way through it and we were both pretty baked.

"Look, billie. I know youre worried from before. Im good though. I am. And i dont think we need to continue the convo from before, so-"

"I think we should though. I think it would be good for you and-"

"Billie i dont wan-"

"It would be good for you."

"Ill sick my fucking cat on you, i swear." He raised and eye brow and i glared at him.

"You think im kidding? Two snaps and shell be scratching you with her razors. Her claws aint ever been cut. They will give you the need for stitches, ive had her sick people before ill do it again." He grew wide eyed.

"Oh yeah?" I snapped once and she stopped eating, coming to my feet and snarled slightly at billie, growling a little bit and laying facing him. His jaw dropped and i gave him the look of "Try me, bitch". He sighed and i reached down and picked her up, calming her.

"Look, i didnt mean to threaten you, but she protects mama when shes upset or stressed or somethin, and she knows when somethin or someones pushin it." He chuckled and i set her back into my bunk.

"Well, i'll go back to bed and leave you be then. Thank you for sharing." I smiled.

"Any time." He went to his bunk and faced his back to me. I thought for a moment and pulled out my notebook from my bag.

I didnt talk about feelings, no.  I chose to write. poems, sometimes. Songs, more often than poems. Mostly thoughts that later got turned into songs. I had recently written about the incidents regarding moving and billie and all that...and i had a little tune boggled up in my mind. So i went to work.