Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 24: Awkward Moments

Billie's POV

I woke up cuddled up with Bandit. I rubbed her back until she woke up. Her eyes flickered open. "Morning," she yawned.

"Morning," I returned.

"Mmm, what time is it?" She rolled to the other side of the bed. "Ah shit!"

"What?" I asked.

"My parents are home, they don't leave for another hour," she sighed.

"I can leave if you want," I said even though I really didn't want to.

"No..." she whined.

"I'll be right back," I said and got up. I walked into the bathroom and leaned on the sink. I ran my fingers through my hair. I glanced down at the sink and saw a bottle of hair dye. I looked at it and saw it was black hair dye.

I opened the door and held up the bottle. "What're you doing?" She said.

"Wanna do me a favor?" I asked with a smile.

"Billie that hair dye is so old!"

"Looks fine to me," I shrugged. "Are you gonna dye my hair for me or what?"

"You're so weird," she shook her head.

"My hair is faded now!" I complained.

"Mine faded out two years ago," she folded her arms.

"Are you gonna help me or what?" I leaned against the door frame.

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"Don't you dare get dye on my floor," she said. Her hands covered by rubber gloves were massaging my head. The dye always smells horrible. "You and Tré with the hair dye."

"Oh you love it," I said.

"I find it interesting, but strange," she added.

"You love strange!"

"Mhm sure," her voice was filled with sarcasm.

"Who are you and what have you done with my Bandit?" I lifted my head.

"If you wanna keep that pretty face I suggest you keep your head down," she pushed my head down. I felt heat rush to my face at the comment. "Are you blushing?" She crouched down.

"No..." I looked away.

"Aw! I would hug you but I'm covered in chemicals," she kissed my cheek then continued putting the dye in my hair. "Okay wait ten minutes."

"How do I look," I stood up.

"Like uh, I don't know how to describe this," she laughed. I turned to the mirror and saw the puddle on my head.

"What have you done to me?!" I gasped.

"What you asked?" She fell onto the bed laughing.

"You're killing me Coleson," I sighed and sat in her chair.

"Same to you Armstrong," she smiled at me.

I saw a paper on the table. I squinted and tried to read it. "What's this?" I picked it up.

"Don't touch!" She jumped up and grabbed the paper.

"Jeez," I put my hands up and backed away. "What is it though?"

"Something I was writing," she put it in her nightstand.

"Writing what?" I continued.

"Can you mind your own business?" She rolled her eyes.

"Tell me," I hopped up on her bed.

"It's a song, and that's all the information you're getting," she told me.

"I wanna see!" I whined.

"No..." she mocked my tone.

"Bandit," I looked at her.

"Billie..." she's annoyed.

"I will fight you," I joked.

"Fight me!" She jumped closer to me. I picked her up and ran her to the closet. I grabbed the paper out of the nightstand and locked myself in the bathroom. "Billie Joe!" I felt her slam against the door.

"Wow," I breathed. "This is good," I said so she could hear me.

"Give. It. Back. Now," she's really mad now.

"Here," I opened the door and handed it to her.

"Fuck off," she took the paper from my hand and walked away.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Can you not do that next time?" She slammed the drawer shut.

"No promises," I smiled.

"Go get in the shower," she shook her head.

I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I turned on the shower and warmed up the water. I took off my clothes and entered the shower. I saw the gray water everywhere from my hair. I stood under the water and let the dye wash out.

I opened my eyes and saw the razor was all taken apart. The plastic handle was broken and one of the blades sat in the shower. Where's the other one? Weird.

"Put this on," I heard Bandit walk in.

"What?" I said and the towel fell into the shower.

"Now!" She whisper yelled.

I picked up the towel and started to wrap it around my waist. She rushed into the shower. "Bandit wha-" she cut me off by putting her hand over my mouth.

"Bandit?" I heard her stepdad, "you in the shower?"

"Yeah, what?" She said. She kept her hand over my mouth. The water drenched her clothes and hair so her ponytail was falling out.

"We're leaving for work," he was in the bathroom. Holy fuck. My heart pounded. What if he figures out I'm in here?

"Okay see ya later," she replied.

"Bye," He said and shut the door. She didn't take her hand off my mouth until she heard the bedroom door shut. Her hand fell and she let out a sigh leaning her forehead on me.

"That wasn't nerve racking at all," I commented.

"I know right, sorry for barging in on you," she lifted her head.

"It's alright," I looked at her.

"Okay, I'll get you a new towel and be out of the way," she opened the curtain. I can't believe that just happened.

When she closed the door I got out of the shower. I dried off and got dressed. I heard a knock at the door. "Yeah?" I said.

"How's the hair?" She cracked the door open.

"Looks good," I opened the door all the way.

"How can you tell when it's soaking wet," she walked in the bathroom. "Sit."

"Yes ma'am," I said and then a loud noise caused me to jump. I turned my attention to Bandit and saw she had a blow dryer. I let the warm air blowing my short hair around. Bandit's hand ran through my hair brushing through the mess.

"You really need to get this done professionally," she said over the noise of the dryer.

"If I had the money I would," I told her.

"I guess this'll suffice," she turned off the hair dryer. "Wait, finishing touches," she immediately put her hands through my hair and messed it around.

"Why'd you do that?" I ducked my head down.

"You always wear it messy," she shrugged. "There perfect," she sat on the sink counter.

I stood up and looked in the mirror. "Thanks," I smiled at her. My hair looked the same except it was darker. She turned towards me with a smile on her face. "What?" I grinned at her.

"I don't know," she answered. I looked down at her blue eyes. Why does she have to be so beautiful? Why does she do this to me?