Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 13: Blackout Makeout

Bandit's POV

"Okay losers, I've gotta get ready," I said getting up.

"Why?! You look fine," Billie said.

"I'm in sweat pants and a men's tee shirt, my hair is a mess, and you're to blame, and you three expect me to go to a party. Give me forty-five minutes to gather myself," I said.

"Yeah Billie! Let the girl look pretty," Tré said.

"Can we at least play your instruments?" Billie whined.

"Have at it, I'll get ready in the bathroom," I said and we all went upstairs. Mike and I walked and Tré and Billie raced.

They sat on my bed and floor messing around with my stuff. I went over to the dresser. I picked out jean shorts, a Clash tee shirt, and an oversized flannel shirt. I went into the bathroom and changed my clothes. I brushed my hair out and then put on makeup. I've noticed that dressing nice or cute at a party results in having sex or getting drugged. So I stuck to normal clothes and hanging out with the three misfits.

I could hear the boys playing around. They're lucky they're talented. They scream and shout like idiots then they play really good music. I walked back out and put on my sneakers.

"See, didn't take that long," I looked at Billie.

"Yeah, we'll l leave in a bit?" He asked looking around and everyone agreed.

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When we arrived at the party is was a packed, loud, smokey haze. I immediately went to the alcohol. I'm gonna regret this. I grabbed a cup and started drinking. Incessantly drinking.

Billie's POV

I was sitting outside smoking with Mike. "Today was a good day," Mike nodded.

"Here's to our performance and our new friend," we said and tapped our bottles together.

"Cheers," He said than we drank.

I seriously need to finish that song. I seriously need to write more songs. Everyone that is at our performances seems to enjoy our music. I never thought that would happen.

"Speaking of our friends, where's Tré and Bandit?" He asked.

"We both know what Tré is doing... and Bandit, hmm. I don't know. Probably inside drinking," I said.

"We're leaving a girl alone to get drunk?" Mike looked at me.

"We've never had female friends before you act like I know what to do!" I exclaimed.

"True, because you can't keep a girl longer than a few days!" He elbowed me.

"I choose to do that, because the last 'relationship' I had was hell," I said putting air quotes around "relationship."

"Whatever, let's go get Bandit," he said standing up.

"Okay," I followed.

We entered the house. No sign of her. Though it was clouded with smoke and hard to see. "Split up," Mike nodded.

"Okay, meet back outside," I told him before walking up the stairs. I walked down the hall and saw Bandit leaning against the wall facing someone. Black hair, tall, football jersey... Jake. That fucker.

I got closer and saw they were kissing. "Bandit, come on let's go," I said and pulled her by her arm.

"What? Why? We were just talking!" She whined.

"You we're talking with your tongues in each other's mouths and you're drunk," I said.

"So? You don't tell me what to do," she tried to pull away.

"C'mon Billie aren't you the one that always is with all the girls?" Jake said and pulled her away from me.

"Yeah and you're the one that took Dayna and is dating her," I went to grab Bandit but Jake hugged her into him.

"Leave us alone," Bandit spat.

"Not happening," I said and finally grabbed her.

"Fuck you," she said and couldn't break free because she was drunker than drunk. I pulled her outside ignoring Jake and Bandit yelling for each other.

"Found her," I said to Mike.

"Whoa," Mike said looking at her.  "What happened to you?"

"Billie Joe being a father happened," she pushed me away from her.

"What?" Mike looked at me.

"Her and Jake are having a 'thing' now," I rolled my eyes and saw Jake hugging Dayna. Yeah, and I'm the asshole.

"Jake as in Dayna's boyfriend?" He asked.

"Yes," I said.

"What?" Bandit said.

"He's dating Billie's ex," Mike said.

"They broke up," Bandit said.

"You sure?" I gestured to the two hugging.

"Wrong person," she shrugged.

"No, you're just a crazy drunk," I shook my head.

"You're one to talk," she turned to me.

"You stopped me from being a drunk idiot last week, I'm returning the favor," I explained.

"And being an asshole about it," she rolled her eyes.

"Thank me later," I then turned to Mike, "where's the wind up monkey?"

"Probably getting girlfriends," he shrugged.

"I'm taking her home," I told him.

"Alright I'm gonna go get myself a girl," he grinned and started walking away. 

"I can't believe you and Tré would dare cheat on me! I'm filing a divorce," I said.

"Sorry, honey," he laughed.

"And I'm the weird one," Bandit sighed.

"No, you're going home," I said started leading her out.

"I wanna stay!" She pouted.

"You go off on me for acting fatherly yet you're acting like a four year old," I shook my head.

"I can't go home!" She stomped.

"Too bad, fun's over," I said.

"Well, dad my stepdad is gonna do his thing when we get there, and I'm not dealing with it tonight," she said and started to walk away.

"Well, Bandit we'll go to my house," I grabbed her hand and pulled her along. She really is a child.

"Can we get burritos first?" She's literally giving me puppy eyes... what has my life come to? I should be drunk and having fun!

"They're closed, it's late," I told her.

"I want food!" She complained as I dragged her along.

"If you shut up I'll take you to the grocery store and get it ice cream," I said.

"Okay!" She smiled and started to walk with me. Thank god the store is open 24 hours. "Thank you," she said with a slur on the 'th'.

"Of course," I sighed. She gripped my hand and grabbed my arm with her other hand snuggling her head close to me. "What's this for?"

"You're my buddy, and I love ya," she smiled.

"Love you too, Bandit," I smiled since she finally calmed down. I had this coming. I was a drunken asshole to her last week.