Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 55: School's Out

Bandit's POV
Three months later

It's the last day of school. It's finally over. Finals are done, studying is done, work overload is done for the next two months. The smallest taste of freedom is here.

"Officially free," Billie came up to Mike and I.

"I know," I smiled and excitedly an up to him and hugged him.

"I vote we get the hell out of here this summer!" Mike cheered.

"Let's go get Tré and leave," I said, I'm beyond serious.

"We don't have money," Billie reminded me.

"Stop crushing my dreams," I said blankly.

"I'm sorry," he laughed. He grabbed my hand and we walked down the street to get Tré. We got there and Tré was already outside leaning against his car with a cigarette between his lips.

"Aye!" He yelled when he saw us.

"Where are we going?" Mike clapped his hands.

"We are partying! Huge last day of school party tonight down the road. They're gonna let us play!" He cheered.

"Who's house?" I asked.

"Daniel's," Tré answered.

"Cool with me," I nodded.

"Lisea and Chelsea need us to pick them up too," he added.

"Okay," Mike grinned.

"But we have some hours so, shall we?" Billie held up a ziplock full of marijuana.

"How did you get all that?!" Tré yelled.

"Stole my stash back," Billie laughed.

"Won't they notice later?" I asked.

"They forgot about it months ago," he shook his head.

"Whatever you say, but come on," Tré said and we all went into the house and up to Tré's room. He opened up the two windows and turned on the fan that was plugged into the wall. "Your job today," Tré tossed Billie a small box of rolling papers.

"Thanks Tré," Billie said blankly.

"Anyway, I say we go down south for a bit this summer and play down there, get our name out there," Mike suggested. "James, Al, and Chris already wanna do that road trip thing."

"Take me with you," I looked at them all.

"That's obvious," Tré assured me.

"We all need a break from this shit hole," Billie laughed. "Yeah definitely, it'll bring up album sales and shit."

"We can take my truck or use your dad's van," Mike nodded to Tré.

"The van," Tré said.

"Yeah, we're gonna need a place to sleep," Billie laughed.

"Sleeping in a small van, lovely," I said sarcastically.

"Aw, princess can't leave the comfort of her tower," Billie joked.

"I'm fine with doing it, it's just not gonna be fun sleeping in a van every night," I shrugged.

"Tré would you like to do the honors?" Billie handed him the joint.

"Oh hell yes!" Tré pulled out his lighter. He lit the joint and took a hit. He blew the smoke out in O's. He then handed it to Mike.

"How'd you do on finals?" I turned to Billie.