Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 6: Happy Day

Bandit's POV

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault," I paced around the room. I couldn't breathe or stop crying. "Why does this happen?" I cried and slammed my hand against the wall. My body slid down the wall and laid on the floor crying.

I eventually brought myself to getting up. I looked at cigarettes then I walked into the bathroom. I opened up the mirror and pulled out the pack of razors. Breaking another promise.

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After showering I put on a white, red, and black plaid button up and black shorts. I combed my hair then blowed it dry. After I put on my usual makeup then slipped on my Chuck Taylors.

I went downstairs and laid on the couch. I shut my eyes for a few minutes waiting for the knock at the door. I really need to dig my record player and stereo out of the garage...

I heard the knock at the door and I jumped up. I opened he door and saw Billie. "Hi," I smiled as I walked out.

"How are ya?" He greeted.

"I'm well, how bout yourself?" I replied.

"Just fine," He exhaled.

"Where are we off to first?" I asked.

"Um, if you haven't eaten lunch yet we can go get burritos," he suggested.

"Great! I didn't even eat breakfast so I am famished," I said dramatically.

"Off to get food!" He smiled and we walked down the road. "So continuing our conversation from the other night. What music do you listen to?"

"I love the Ramones, Dead Kennedy's, The Clash, Black Sabbath, Sex Pistols and David Bowie," I answered.

"You got good taste," he nodded.

"Why thank you, how bout you? Same sorta scene?" I asked.

"Yeah, have you heard Operation Ivy?" He asked.

"Haven't even heard of them," I said.

"Figured, they're more of an underground band, I'll have to take you to Gilman street some time," he told me.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Like a club I guess they have live music all the time," he explained.

"Then I'll definitely like it," I smiled.

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"Oh my god this is some of the best food I've had," I said.

"Isn't it good?" He said.

"Hell yeah," I answered then started eating again.

When we finished the burritos I was really full. I probably could've stopped eating halfway through but it was that good. "Do you come here a lot?" I asked.

"Yeah, me and Mike do a lot when Tré doesn't have us over for dinner," he said.

"Don't you get dinner?" I asked confused.

"When we do it's leftovers or TV dinners," he shrugged.

"I'm sorry. My parents know if I'm not fed I'm the spawn of the devil," I said.

Billie let out a laugh, "you get used to it I guess."

"Well you shouldn't have to get used to that! When you need to, call me or something I can always get you food," I told him.

"You sure?" He asked.

"I don't care if we met like twelve hours ago or some shit but you need to eat," I told him.