Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 45: When It's Time

Bandit's POV

We walked out to my backyard with my guitar. It was a project bringing it down here since we came down a ladder.

"Like my shitty backyard?" I laughed.

"Better than mine," he shrugged. He sat down in one of the shitty lawn chairs. I sat on the damp grass in front of him.

"So will this song be on ten album I'm hoping you'll record eventually?" I asked.

"No," he answered.

"What?!" I jumped.

"It's just for you to hear," he said.

"Aw," I blushed.

"Well it's called 'When It's Time'. I wrote it quite a few months ago and I've just been to nervous to show you," he said.

"I can tell you're nervous, shaky hands," I smiled at him.

"Aw fuck here goes nothing," he said. He does look nervous, wow. He began strumming and then sang.

"Words get trapped in my mind
Sorry I don't take the time to feel the way I do
'Cause the first day you came into my life
My time ticks around you

But then I need your voice
As the key to unlock
All the love that's trapped in me
So tell me when it's time
To say I love you

All I want is you to understand
That when I take your hand
It's 'cause I want to
We are all born in a world of doubt
But there's no doubt
I figured out
I love you

All I want is you to understand
That when I take your hand
It's 'cause I want to
We are all born in a world of doubt
And there's no doubt
I figured out
I love you

I feel lonely for
All the losers that will never take the time to say
What was really on their mind instead
They just hide away
Yet they'll never have
Someone like you to guide them
And help along the way
Or tell them when it's time to say, "I love you"
So tell me when it's time to say "I love you""

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. It was beautiful. "Oh no, silence isn't a good thing," he said.

"No, it's fine. Oh my god Billie," I said.

"You didn't like it," he looked at me with a blank face.

"No I didn't, I loved it! I'm literally like crying right now," I laughed and wiped a few tears that fell. He smiled and stood up setting the guitar down. He grabbed my hands pulling me up. I immediately wrapped my arms around him. "That was beautiful Beej," I told him.

"Thanks," he said softly. Pulled back from the hug and cupped his face while he kept his hands on my waist. "I miss us," he sighed.

"Me too, I'm getting lonely," I told him.

"Well now our group is divided off slightly," he nodded.

"Yeah, and we're missing a very important piece, and his name is Billie Joe," I laughed.

"How sweet," he smiled. I leaned forward and kissed him. "Boy do I miss this," he breathed.