My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong

Chapter 20: Bus Life

Life on tour was... Weird. So very weird. We all had to be very close with each other, as we were literally on top of each other for most of the time. Billie said he could have quite easily scored us all separate busses but he didn't want to waste any money when we were perfectly content as a close knit group.

I thanked him for this as I woke up cold, groggy, and crammed into the corner of my bunk. Everyone else was still asleep, I gathered, and I looked around the sleeping men, taking advantage of seeing Green Day at their most peaceful.

Billie Joe was on his side, his arm wrapped around a teddy bear tightly. That's right, he sleeps with a bear. His face was smushed into the pillow, the blanket wrapped closely around him. He looked at peace.

Mike was the polar opposite. He slept on his back, arms and legs flung out to the side as he snored loudly. His feet stuck out the bottom of the covers, and the blanket was barely even on him. Every now and then, he'd turn onto his side and sleep like Billie Joe, but he always ended up rolling onto his back again.

Tré was a total mystery to me. He slept on his front, curled up in a ball but with his head under his pillow. He never snored, but I had heard quite a few funny sentences that made no sense come from him in his sleep, much like his personality when he is awake.

I got up eventually, dragging myself to the bathroom and turning the water on, pulling my clothes off before climbing in the shower. I let the warmth soothe my aches from sleeping in the bunk before washing my hair and stepping out, dying myself off. I screamed when the door opened and Mike walked in, yelling 'sorry' before shutting the door again. I covered myself up immediately, blushing furiously. "Door was shut, fucker!" I yelled, pulling my clothes back on.

"Didn't look. Have to pee really bad."

I rolled my eyes and opened the door, walking out and past him as he went into the bathroom and shut the door. Billie was awake now, sitting up in bed and checking his phone. "Having fun?" He asked, smirking up at me over his coffee.

"No, I'm not. That was inappropriate. Get the lock fixed." I snapped, dropping my belongings back onto my bed.

"Yes m'aam." Billie said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I resisted the urge to throw my boot at him and sat down as Mike came out of the bedroom and sat on Billie's bunk.

"Sorry about that. I didn't think, my mind was set on peeing." Mike apologised, stretching.

I blushed again, reminded of the earlier incident. "S'okay."

Billie watched me, his face lighting up. "Hey Mikey, I think a certain someone has a little crush on you." Billie chirped up, setting his phone down. I glared at him.

I haven't felt this annoyed by him since the little fucker barged into my house.

"How about you shut the fuck up before I shove your guitar up your ass, you stupid old fart?" I shot back, and Mike let out a laugh.

Billie raised an eyebrow, and much to my annoyance, he smiled. "Sounds kinky." I seethed silently and curled up in my bunk, under the blankets.

I now really regret agreeing to going on tour with this green eyed satan.