Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 60: The Last Night

Bandit's POV
Three Days Later

We sat at the beach. Billie brought his acoustic guitar so we've been singing along to a bunch of songs we knew all night. We were drunk off our asses but if we didn't drink anything we would've been thinking about tomorrow.

We agreed no depressing stuff for our last days together. We also agreed that we save all of our goodbyes until the airport. I've already cried over this enough but tomorrow it'll hit me like a truck.

"Guys, senior year happens in two months," Mike said.

"Don't remind me," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm not doing that bull shit," Billie said.

"Then drop the fuck out!" Tré pushed him, "come hang out with me during the day!"

"I'm going to, the day I turn eighteen my mom can't keep me in school," he took a sip from his beer. "So I suffer, until February."

"You'll live," Mike nodded.

"Bandita should be back by then," Tré clapped.

"Definitely I was at the hospital yesterday and her set time to be done with therapy is early February!" I smiled.

"You'll be back to give Billie his birthday present on time this year," Tré said wiggling his eyebrows.

"If you don't shut up..." I gritted my teeth.

"Nasty Bandita!" Tré laughed.

"Bitchy Chipmunk!" I mocked him, Mike and Billie started laughing. I told Mike and Tré to bring their girlfriends but they told me this was a night for the four of us to enjoy.

"Mike remember when Billo first was obsessed with Bandita," Tré said.

"The very first moment they met?" Mike looked at him with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at them.

"Do you want me to kick your ass?" Billie said to them.

"Tré does, not me," Mike backed away.

"You know I love you," Tré grinned.

"Uh huh, sure," Billie said sarcastically.

"Come here you little bitch!" Tré jumped on Billie, spilling both of their drinks.

"Tré!" I backed away hoping none would get on me.

"Now we're out of beer," Billie sat up with Tré on his lap hugging his neck.

"Sorry," Tré grinned. "They aren't out of beer," he pointed at Mike and me.

"Yeah and you get none of it," Mike said.

"It's claimed," I laughed and continued drinking.

"Billo and I need to have our wedding," Tré said.

"Um, I object," I threw a handful of sand at them.

"Ugh!" Billie pushed Tré off him and wiped the sand off him.

"Bandita's jealous..." Tré said. "Boo hoo, he's mine."

"Do I need to trade you this beer to get my boyfriend back?" I held up the brown bottle.

"Yes, I think that would help," Tré nodded.

"Well here," I handed it to him.

"Okay I guess you get him back," Tré chugged the rest of it down then threw the bottle.

"I'd like to not be traded around, thank you very much," Billie said.

"Too bad, you just were," Tré shrugged. Billie rolled his eyes at him and laid back on the sand.