Trillie one shots

one shot n14

Billie's P.O.V

I woke up early, as always. Does it count as waking up early if you haven't slept at all? I'm gonna go ahead and assume it does. Anyway, I 'woke up early' and I got dressed and ready for school.
I know what other people think of what I wear. No one else apart from Mike and Tré think that band tees and black skinny jeans with a pair of converse look decent, at least not at my school. I've never felt good about what I wear until I saw Tré for the first time. He was wearing a Ramones shirt. It was tight around his arms and it somehow just looked so good on him. I know I don't look as good as him but at least it makes me feel better.
Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. I put gel on my hair to make it look a bit more spikey and I left for school.
To be honest, I don't even know what day it is and at school I don't even feel like a real person anymore. I just sit still all day, pretending to be listening while I loose my train of thought every two seconds. Plus, I've been really anxious lately because our band is playing next week and we seriously need another song, but I haven't been able to write ANYTHING. I think I might have a writers block or whatever.
Tré and Mike were waiting for me under the same tree as always.
'Hi Bill' Tré smiled and looked my way.
'Oh, hi Billie' Mike turned around and offered me a joint. 'Do you want some?'
'Please' I took it from him and we started walking to school.
'How is the new song coming along'
'Oh well, honestly it's shit. I can't write anything'
'Want us to help?' Tré looked at me.
'Sure, can you come to my house today after school?'
'Yeah sure, Mike?' Tré looked at him.
'I don't think I'm gonna make it but you can call me if it's important and I'll try to go over'
'Sounds good to me' I took the last puff out of the joint and we went inside.

I sat anxiously waiting for the final bell to go the entire day. I wanted Tré to come to my house but I was partially afraid that I would say something that I'd regret later. I mean, I've liked him for quite some time now and given the fact that I haven't slept in almost three days, I could say something really stupid.

The final bell went off and I found Tré on my way out so we left together.
'Can we take the bus?' He looked at me the way a child looks at their mother when they're asking for candy.
'Bitch, it's a five minute walk'
'Still, it's too faaaar' He whined.
'Fine'
'Yes!'
He walked to the bus stop and I followed a few steps behind. Naturally, the ride took less than a minute.
'We spent more time waiting for the bus than actually riding it y'know' I said while I opened my front door.
'It's about the journey, not the destination' He laughed and entered my house after bowing down jokingly.
We both chuckled and went to the basement where the instruments were.
'So, why haven't you been able to write anything?'
'I don't know, I guess I've just been really anxious and my insomnia isn't getting better and I feel like an outsider all the time. I just don't feel inspired at all.'
He stared at me for a few seconds.
'It's so unfair that you feel like that' He whispered.
'Why?'
'Well, you're one of the most inspiring people I know. You are really genuine and caring and you have helped me countless times since we've met' He sat down next to me. 'You know, you weren't born here so that you could be more like other people, you were born here so that other people could be more like you'
He hugged me and we stayed like that for a while. When he let go, he kissed me on the cheek. I leaned it to kiss him back but he moved so I met his lips instead. He kissed back and then he pulled away.
'I love you Billie Joe' He said looking at me with his blue eyes.
'I love you t-'
There was a loud knock on the door that cut me off.
'Guys, I made it' Mike shouted from outside.
I let him in and we went back downstairs.
'So, have you written anything?'
Tré looked up at me a little nervous.
'Give me an hour at most. I think I have something'
'Sure' Tré sat behind the drum kit.
Mike grabbed his bass and they started playing our old songs.
I took Blue and went upstairs.
I came back down after an hour with a new song.
'Ok, this is what I have' I handed them each a piece of paper.
'Ready when you are' Tré grabbed his drumsticks.
Mike nodded. 'Ready'
'1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4,

I am the son of rage and love...

... And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me...

... Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia...

... Are you leaving home?'

When we finished playing we all stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.
'Billie that was amazing!' Tré looked like a kid on x-mas eve.
'Yeah it was awesome! Where did all the come from?' Mike asked.
'Well, let's just say I got inspired' I said while looking at Tré.
'Oh my god! Oh my god!' Mike shouted.
'What?' Tré and I spoke at the same time.
'You two are finally together! This is the happiest day of my life! Yes!'
'Ok, calm down geez'
Tré and I looked at each other and we just lost it.