Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 38: Another Party Weekend

Bandit's POV
Friday night

"Why am I going to a party all night again?" I asked.

"Because you want to," Billie answered.

"No, I'd like to be listening to music or sleeping," I pointed out.

"We're performing," Mike smiled.

"Ah, there's the reason," I nodded. "How far away is the house?"

"Couple blocks away," Mike answered.

"Should I be expecting Dayna?" I asked.

"Unfortunately she'll probably be there," Tré said.

"Ah," I groaned. "I'll be back."

"Don't leave me with these losers!" Tré cried.

"Let me take ten minutes to paint my freaking face!" I told him and shut the bathroom door. I put on my usual makeup but decided to add eyeshadow.

"Bandita!" I heard Tré.

I cracked open the door, "I'm trying to focus!" I finished my eyeshadow and put my makeup back on the counter and left the bathroom. I ignored the boys and grabbed an outfit from my closet. I went back to the bathroom and put on black jeans and a red shirt.

"You look nice," Billie said.

"Thanks," I smiled.

"You ready?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. We went down stairs and walked over to Billie's car. I got in the back with Mike, Tré in the passenger seat and Billie driving. "Got a good set planned?" I asked.

"Is that even a question?!" Tré looked back at me.

"I know, I know," I smiled. I could hear the booming music from where we were. I leaned over and looked out the windshield. The house already had a bunch of people outside. "Good crowd."

"Hell yeah," Mike smiled. Billie parked the car and we got out. Please no bull shit tonight! Billie grabbed Blue from the trunk and Mike grabbed his bass.

"Mike," Al came up to us.

"Hey Al," Mike smiled.

"Bandit, always a pleasure," he greeted.

"Same to you," I returned.

"BJ, Tré," he smiled.

"BILLIE!" Chris came over.

"Hey you dork what about me?!" Mike looked at Chris.

"And me," Tré said.

"And me," I added.

"Hello wonderful people, but Billie is my favorite," Chris put his arm around Billie. "But Bandit is my second favorite."

"Aw thanks Chris," I gave him a sarcastic smile.

"Where's James?" Mike asked.

"He's inside, follow me young ones!" Chris said.

"I'm older than you," Al said.

"Yeah so am I," Billie added.

"Hush, hush," Chris shrugged as we followed him inside the house.

"He's like another Tré almost," I said to Mike.

"It's because he's higher than a kite right now," he told me.

"Ah, makes sense," I nodded.

"Billie Joe, Mike, Tré, Al!" Some guy yelled. He was pretty tall, taller than Mike and Mike is pretty tall. He had dark brown hair and light shredded jeans and a black hoodie.