Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 27: The Pistols And The King Really Set The Mood

Billie's POV

I heard a knock at the door. I put Blue down and opened it. "Hey slacker," Bandit said.

"Have you been crying?" I asked immediately noticing her smudged eyeliner and red eyes.

"No," she shook her head.

"You should know how bad a liar you are," I leaned on the door frame.

"It's nothing, can I come in or are we going somewhere?" she asked.

"Come in, and I wanna know why you've been crying," I stepped aside letting her in.

"I told you, it's nothing," she jumped onto the couch.

"Lies," I sat next to her.

"Not!" She looked at me.

"Y'know you say you're not lying but you're face reads 'I've been crying Billie save me'," I said dramatically.

"You're a pain," she shook her head.

"Oh you love it," I told her.

"Eh," she shrugged.

"I am so hurt," I got up and started to walk to the kitchen.

"Get back here!" She called to me.

"Nope, you're mean," I continued walking.

"Ugh why are you so difficult?" She sighed. I stopped when I felt arms snake around my waist. "I sorry," she said in a baby voice.

"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked.

"Yes please, I'm tired," she said as I turned around.

"What movie?" I asked.

"Labyrinth!" She smiled.

"You're not just a fan of David Bowie, I think you're obsessed," I laughed.

"Always have, always will," she shrugged. She hopped onto the couch and I put the movie in the VCR. When the movie started playing I got up on the couch next to her. She hugged my arm and laid her head on my shoulder. "This movie is pure gold," she commented.

"Definitely," I nodded.

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The credits began rolling. I looked down at Bandit and noticed she passed out. Will she ever make it through a movie? "Bandit," I said softly. "Bandit, Bandit Dean!"

"I'm up, I'm up," she lifted her head. I laughed at thick voice and lazy eyes.

"Morning sunshine," I laughed.

"Oh hi," she looked at me.

"Do you wanna go to bed?" I asked.

"No I'm up now, that nap helped," she sat up. "Wanna listen to music or something?"

"Always," I smiled at her. We walked into my room and she was raiding my small record collection. I had nothing compared to her record collection. "The Pistols!" She cheered.

"Put track eight on," I instructed. She dropped the needle and the intro to Anarchy In The U.K. started. "Get up!" I said.

She sat up and looked at me, "what why?"

"Come here," I demanded.

"Why?" She whined getting up.

"Because your dancing with me," I grabbed her hands.

"This is new!" She smiled and started jumping around my room.

"'Cause I wanna be anarchy!" We both screamed the lyrics. This was in no way dancing...