Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 22: Truth Or Dare?

Bandit's POV

I got home from the dance and I felt so amazing. My parents weren't home so they couldn't ruin this moment for me. I shut my bedroom door and smiled. I squealed and jumped like an excited child.

"Stop, you look like a weirdo," I stood up straight. I went into the bathroom and washed my face off and brushed my hair up into a ponytail. I took off my outfit and changed into shorts and an old tee shirt. I ran downstairs and called Gerard.

"Heyyy girlll," he answered, I miss his attitude. He's basically my gay friend that's not gay.

"Heyyy boooyyyy," I replied.

"How was the dance?!" He asked.

"Amazing!" I said dramatically.

"You slow dance with Billie?" He asked.

"Tré and I did a form of a slow dance then yes I did dance with Billie!" I squealed.

"You sound so girly happy this means something good happened... tell me everything," he demanded.

"We didn't kiss, before you ask. But the whole thing was just really sweet. We each told each other basically how amazing we see the other and ugh... it was just amazing," I fell into my chair.

"You need to kiss him," he told me.

"Gee!" I said wanting curling up into a ball.

"This relationship is going to happen," he told me.

"Whatever you say," I laughed.

"How's John's concussion?" He asked with a laugh.

"It's getting better sadly," I told him.

"I'm still proud of you," he said.

"I'm proud of that, I knocked him out and got him to pay for Billie's tire!"

"How'd you do that anyway?" He asked.

"I found a rock..." I said.

"That's obvious! I mean how'd you get him to pay?" He corrected.

"Ohhh," I nodded, "Billie and I threatened we'd go to the police for all the times he's beaten me up and almost beaten Billie up. He actually paid for the tire even though I wish we still went to the police."

"Does Billie know about John's other things?" He asked in a more serious tone.

"No," I replied.

"Do you think you're gonna tell him?" He asked.

"I'm only gonna tell him if I need to."

"That's smart," he told me.

"GEE GET OFF THE PHONE!" Someone yelled in the back.

"Who was that?" I laughed.

"It was Ray, I'll talk to you later love alright?" He said.

"Yeah, love ya!"

"Love you too! Bye!"

"Bye!" I hung the phone up.

I opened up the fridge and warmed up leftover spaghetti. I grabbed bottle of water and went upstairs. I put the stuff on my desk then put on the "Heroes" record. I sat at my desk and grabbed my journal. I'm such a cliche.

As I ate I wrote down my thoughts in song form. After writing the few stanzas I shut the book. What's wrong with me? Why is Billie doing this to me?

I heard something hit my window, I jumped out of my thoughts and skin. I grabbed my spaghetti and opened the window. "Yes honey?" I asked Tré.

"We heard our song!" Tré, Mike, and Billie cheered. Okay they're all there. I ran over to my record player and turned it up even louder. I leaned up against the window and sang with them even though I wanted my spaghetti.