Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 14: 'Like Like'

Billie's POV

Thank god she's asleep. I went into the store and she fell asleep in the car. I drove us home and brought the bag in the house then I went back out to the car. I picked up Bandit and walked her inside.

I laid her on the bed then I sat in the kitchen. I grabbed the gallon of ice cream and started eating it, I didn't buy it for nothing.

"Billie? Billie Joe?" I heard her voice.

I got up and walked into my room. "You okay?" I asked.

"Where's the ice cream?" She asked.

"Kitchen," I nodded my head towards the kitchen.

"Okay!" She said and being running out of the room. She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the kitchen. She grabbed a spoon and we both plowed through the ice cream.

"You're going to have a horrible hang over tomorrow," I laughed.

"I know," she said through a mouthful of ice cream. "Can we go to bed soon?"

"Yeah, I'm tired," I yawned.

"We're finishing this first," she said and started eating again.

I let out a laugh. She was really enjoying that ice cream. Or still hammered. But either way she looked hilarious and adorable at the same time.

"That was good," she leaned back in her chair.

"Cookie dough ice cream is the best ice cream," I nodded.

After sitting there staring off into space she stood up. "Bedtime?" She looked at me.

"Yeah," I nodded, "I'll sleep on the floor, you can have the bed."

"Sleep in the bed with me," she said.

"You sure?" I asked.

"My stepdad isn't here to rip one of us off the bed," she said.

She rolled onto the bed and cuddled up under the covers. I got on the other side and laid on my back. I closed my eyes and began to fall asleep. It's been a long day.

Just as I was about to drift into sleep I felt a head lay on my chest and an arm snake around me. "What're you doing?" I looked at Bandit.

"Getting comfortable," she said squirming a little bit.

"You make no sense," I told her.

"I like you..." she said.

"What?" Was all I could say.

"I like you," she said more clearly.

"In what way?" I was so confused.

"You know what way," she replied.

"No I don't," I said.

"Like like You is how it should be put," she yawned.

"What?" My eyes widened.

"You heard me," she said blankly.

"You're definitely drunk," I sighed and laid my head back on the pillow. She doesn't like me like that. I wish she did, but she doesn't. It's so obvious on any given day that she doesn't like me in that way.