Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 5: Hung Over

Bandit's POV

I woke up really late the next day. My head was pounding out of my skull and I still felt exhausted. That's what I get for getting drunk and staying out until 5am. It was only 1pm, wow last time I stayed out like that I slept until 4pm.

I sat up and realized I was still in my clothes from last night. I don't even remember when I came home. I must've just walked over here, I was only next door.

I got up and had to keep my balance. I put on a t-shirt and cotton shorts. My clothes smelt of smoke and alcohol... gross. I went over to my nightstand and found my little bottle of Tylenol. I grabbed my cup of water and saw a piece of paper on the stand. I looked at it and saw a phone number. I clearly got black out drunk by the end of the night... what a first impression!

I grabbed the note and went downstairs. "Morning sleeping beauty," my mom said.

"Buenas dias madre," I moaned.

"Why do you speak Spanish all the time," she laughed.

"Because I've had to learn it since the seventh grade and some of it just stuck," I shrugged.

"Well at least you learn stuff," she said. "That boy was very nice last night."

"What?" I asked.

"The boy that carried you home," she said.

"I don't remember, did he say what his name was?" I questioned.

"Billie, he had black hair, green eyes, was about your height," she explained.

"Oh, Billie Joe! I must've blacked out," I shrugged.

"Yeah, he said you fell asleep on the couch at the party so he carried you home," she added.

"I met him last night, he seems very nice," I told her.

"Yes, he does. So you made a friend I see," she nodded.

"Yeah, him and his two friends, the neighbor Tré and and his other friend Mike. They were very welcoming," I explained.

"That's good, hun. You need good friends," she smiled.

"Yeah," I sighed and thought of Gerard.

"Since I have the day off we're going out to dinner tonight, we're gonna drive to this Italian restaurant in Oakland which is only a few minutes away," she explained.

"Great, what time?" I asked.

"Six-thirty," she told me.

"Great, I'll be ready then," I nodded.

"Great," she smiled.

I walked over to the phone and dialed the number. It was probably Billie since he bright me home. I can't believe my stepfather let a boy in the house. That was also carrying a drunk me.

"Hello?" It was Billie.

"Hey, it's Bandit," I said.

"Oh, hi. How're you feeling?" He asked.

"Hung over. Thanks for bringing me home," I told him.

"Anytime, your mom was really nice," he commented.

"She said the same about you. Was my stepdad there?" I asked.

"Nope, just your mom," he said.

"Makes sense now," I thought out loud.

"What?" He asked.

"My stepdad would not have been happy to see me being carried home by a boy at five in the morning," I explained.

"Ah, protective?" He asked.

"Sure," I sighed.

"Hey, um tomorrow when we're not hung over you want me to show you around?" He asked.

"Of course, I've been around but I still don't know barely anything," I laughed.

"Great, do you wanna meet up somewhere? Or want me to come get you?" He questioned.

"You can come get me... I don't know where we could meet," I answered.

"Any preferred times?" He asked.

"Doesn't matter," I said.

"One good?" He asked.

"Sure, See ya then," I told him.

"Yep, bye," He said.

I hung up the phone and walked back upstairs. I grabbed my clock and set an alarm five thirty. I am not staying awake with this goddamn hang over.