Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 17: The Beach

Bandit's POV

Billie and Tré were chasing each other with hand fulls of sand. The were laughing and running around. This was better than cable. I grabbed the camera and snapped a few pictures of them being crazy.

"They're so stupid," I laughed.

"Oh I know," Mike nodded.

"What is Tré doing?" I said laughing even harder at the sight of Tré. He looked like he was attempting handstand.

"How're you and Billie?" Mike asked once we stopped laughing at Tré's epic fail.

"What do you mean by that?" I said confused.

"Well, you're with him all the time," he said.

"What are you saying here?" I continued.

"Are you two good with each other, he tends to drive people crazy," he said.

"He does drive me crazy but we're good. And before you ask, I'll never be Billie's girlfriend," I told him.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because, he's literally sleeping with another girl every week," I replied.

"He does do that," he nodded.

"If he didn't do that there would be a maybe instead of a no," I said.

"Oh," he nodded then took another sip of the beer. "Like all of us Billie has had a hard past, we all just handle it differently."

Billie and Tré ran over and plopped onto the blanket. "Pass it over Mike," Tré held out his hand. Mike handed him a bag of weed. Tré pulled out rolling papers and began singing. "Roll roll roll joint, And twist it at the end, Light it up and take a puff, And pass it to your friends."

"What the hell?" I laughed.

"What you don't like my music?" He looked at me.

"I love it, I just wasn't expecting it," I told him.

"Great then you're the first friend it gets passed to," he said, took a puff of the joint and passed it to me.

"I feel so special," I said and took a puff before passing it to Billie.

"You should, usually he forgets the end of the song and doesn't pass it," Mike said and took it from Billie.

Billie stood back up and in the process picked me up bridal style and started running me to the water. "Don't you fucking dare!" I said and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I dare," he said and threw my legs. I stayed latched onto his neck. "Oh fuck!" He fell back so we both fell into the dry sand and I continued hugging his neck.

"That back fired," Tré said.

"At least I didn't fall in the water," he said as we both stood up wiping sand off of our clothes.

"Sure about that," I said and quickly pushed him. Shit, he didn't fall. I began running away.

"You're so dead," he said chasing after me.

"Karma's a bitch!" I yelled back and continued running down the beach. I began losing my breath, due to lack of running and excess inhaling smoke.

"Got ya!" He said and picked me up.

"If you don't throw me, I won't push you!" I bargained.

"I'm going to trust you..." he said and put me down.

"Thank you," I said and began walking back to our spot. He grabbed my hand as we were walking. "Why do you always do that?"

"What?" He asked.

"Almost every time we walk together you grab my hand," I said.

"Because I feel like it," he replied.

"Good answer," I shook my head. "Do we have any food left?" I called over to Mike.

"No," he answered.

"Son of a bitch!" I said.

"What?" Billie asked.

"I value eating."

"Wanna go?" He asked.

"Sure, even though I don't wanna be in my house," I said.

"Come to mine," he shrugged.

"Fine by me," I said relieved.

"I tell you you can come over whenever yet you still act like you need to ask," he said.

"Because I feel like I'm intruding when I just walk in," I said.

"Don't then!" He laughed.

"Easy for you to say, you come up to my window at two in the morning," I said.

"Because I don't care," he shrugged.

"Homeward bound boys!" I said as we approached Mike and Tré.

"Fine," Mike sighed slightly annoyed.

We grabbed the blanket and bottle of wine we didn't open. After we got in the car. Mike and I sat in the back. I put my back against the door and my legs across the seat onto Mike.

"Long way back?" Billie asked.

"Yes!" Tré said. Billie started the car and we all sang along softly to the music. The song ended.

"Alright folks, here's some David Bowie," the guy on the radio said.

"TURN THIS THE FUCK UP!" I yelled.

"Jeez okay," Billie said. The volume was all the way and up and Heroes played. Ugh the best song ever!

I rolled down my window and leaned my head back. Enjoying the first verse of the song as we all began screaming the lyrics. Everyone ended up rolling down their windows.

Tré was hanging out the window screaming the song. Mike hand his arm dangling out of the window. We were all singing way out of tune, it was more like screaming. We were all so happy. I never wanted this moment to end.

I sat up and reached over Billie's seat and hugged him from behind. He quickly glanced at me, a grin that was ear to ear, and those malachite eyes glimmering. I kissed his cheek before I sat back down. I leaned against the door letting the wind hit my face. Then we hoped that song was on the radio everyday.