Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 54: Double Birthday

Bandit's POV
One week later

"Can I open my eyes?" Billie whined. I was walking behind him with my hands over his eyes making sure he wouldn't peak.

"No," I said.

"Why?! I don't even know where we are," he complained.

"A few more seconds, door step coming up," I said and he stepped up. I reached my hand and opened the door and we walked in. "Okay," I removed my hands.

"Surprise!" Mike, Tré, Al, James, and Chris yelled.

"Aw thanks guys," Billie smiled.

"Happy extremely belated birthday," I kissed his cheek. "And happy birthday Mike."

"We're months late on Billie and three days late on mine," Mike shook his head.

"To be fair yours was on Wednesday and we've barely seen Billie," Chris pointed out.

"We got pizza, cake, presents, then party," James clapped his hands and opened the pizza box.

"Take this party to the basement," I announced.

"On forth children!" Al grabbed the cake box and James grabbed the pizza and we all went down into the basement. We already brought the presents downstairs in a pile in the corner.

I took the plastic off the couch and rocking chair. "Now we got actual space," I laughed.

"Yeah!" Chris jumped on the couch and laid across it.

We all laughed at him then dug into the pizza. I sat on the floor next to Billie and he wrapped his arm around me. "Mike, where's Chelsea?" I asked.

"On her way, she woke up late," he said.

"Oh," I nodded and looked over to Tré, "how about Lisea?"

"Same with her, they had a sleepover last night," he explained.

"Oh, I keep forgetting their like best friends," I bit into the slice of pizza. "Gerard told me to tell you guys 'happy birthday' by the way."

"That was nice," Billie smirked.

"Tell him to get his ass back out here!" Tré plopped down next to me.

"Oh trust me, I am," I nodded. "We need to get Mike's twin out here too."

"He has a twin?" James looked up with a confused look.

"Mikey Fuckin' Way is his twin," I basically yelled at him.

"Jeez, okay someone's moody. Who's 'Mikey Fuckin' Way' exactly?" He backed away.

"My best friend," I nodded.

"That helps," James said sarcastically.

"He lives in Jersey, has the same hair color, same height, and they both play bass. Except one is fifteen and one is seventeen," I explained.

"Oh, he must be tall for a fifteen year old!" his eyes widened.

"Him and his brother had their growth spurt in freshmen and sophomore year," I nodded.

"Oh," James shrugged and continued eating.

"Are we heading out tonight or are we just staying here?" Billie asked.

"We're going to Christie later," Tré said in an evil voice.

"Don't get too excited there," Mike laughed at him.

"Get more excited Mike!" Tré jumped up on the couch looking down at Mike who was sitting in the floor across from me. "It's your fucking seventeenth birthday party!"