Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 10: School Skipper

Bandit's POV

When John finally left I was crying my eyes out on the floor. Why does he do this? I wasn't even doing anything with Billie. I just wanted to have a friend with me. Can't I have friends? No.

I crept out of my room and called Billie. "Bandit?!" Billie answered.

"Hi Billie," I said still audibly crying.

"Oh my god, please tell me you're okay," he said.

"I'll be fine, are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm worried," he said.

"And you have every right to be. I'm sorry you had to see that," I told him.

"I'm sorry you had to endure that," he returned. "Why is he like that?"

"I really don't know," I choked.

"Are you still alone with him there?" He asked.

"Yeah," I could barely speak from crying.

"Want me to come back over there and get you?" He asked.

"I do but when I get home tomorrow I'll get in more trouble for leaving," I told him.

"Ugh, okay," he sighed.

"Um, I've gotta go. We'll talk tomorrow," I said.

"Okay, bye," He said. I hung up the phone I felt so embarrassed. He probably thinks I'm damaged now. He'll treat me differently now. This is just one big screw up. I can't like anyone can I?

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The next morning on my way to school Billie found me. "Hey, Bandit," He said.

"Hi," I said and picked up my board.

"Come here," He said and gave me a hug. It was a warm loving hug.

"Thanks," I told him.

"How are you?" He asked.

"I'm fine," I said as we broke the hug.

"How?" He said.

"Got used to it," I told him. He exhaled loudly and shook his head, "can you do me a favor?"

"Anything," He said and we continued walking.

"Don't treat me differently now. I'm still me, this is what makes me who I am. I know it's bad but I can deal with it," I said.

"Okay, I'm probably going to treat your stepdad differently if I ever see again though," he said.

"Have at it," I told him.

"When ever he does anything like that feel free to come to my house," he said.

"Noted," I nodded.

"Oh and if you do come to my house, knock on the right window of the house. If you go to the front door someone in my family will answer and y'know how that is," he explained.

"Okay," I said. "Oh and don't tell Mike and Tré please."

"Okay, that's a stretch but I guess I can handle it," he said with a slight laugh.

"Oh I listened to the tape," I told him.

"You like?" He asked.

"I loved," I corrected.

"Really?" He asked with a grin.

"Yeah," I returned the smile. Why is he so damn cute? Shut up.