My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong

Chapter 24: Dare

I sucked in a breath, putting down the remote I was holding. "Dare."

Cole went to speak, but Max leant forward, smirking as he spoke. "Kiss me." Joey widened his eyes and looked at Max, as did I.

"Huh?"

"Kiss me." He repeated. I thought about it. He was definitely cuter than Cole, and he was 18. That's kinda hot. It couldn't be that bad, right? So I leant in and I kissed him.

It really wasn't bad, it was quite nice. Until the guys walked in, Billie in front like always. "Woah.. Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" He yelled, yanking Max's shirt.

"Relax Billie, it was a dare." I told him, and he relaxed slightly, loosening his grip of Max's shirt.

"Oh. Anyway boys, your Mom is here."

Joey stood up first. Joey mystified me. I knew nothing about him, basically. He just looked like Billie, he had the same nose, definitely. He was 16, nearly 17. He yanked Jake with him.

Jakob had just turned 13. He looked more like Adrienne, as far as I could tell from pictures. He was quiet, I don't even know if he'd ever spoke to me.

Max followed Joey and Jakob out with Cole. The brothers were basically the same age difference to the Armstrong brothers, The Becker's were just older.

When they had all left, Billie and Mike collapsed on the couch. I looked over at the beds to see Tré curled up, asleep. I sat on the floor, continuing to play Xbox. When I turned around, Billie was asleep and Mike was barely hanging on.

I played for a while and then stood up, draping a blanket over the sleeping pair. Mike was asleep now too, his head resting on Billie's shoulder. I took their shoes off so they'd be more comfy before climbing into my bunk, looking over at Tré. He was still fast asleep, sucking his thumb. It was then that I let myself fall asleep.

I woke up in the morning to a small whimpering sound. Looking over at Tré, I saw he was still peaceful. I glanced at Billie, who was still asleep with Mike resting on him. Billie had wrapped his arm around Mike in his sleep, who was still knocked out. Everyone was sleeping peacefully, so what is that God awful noise?

I hauled myself up and walked around the bus, listening. It sounded close to the door.

I opened the door to see that a tiny puppy had its paw trapped in the step of our bus. It looked up at me, suddenly terrified as it tried desperately harder to free itself, yelping from the pain.

It looked like just a black and white puppy. It was adorable. I didn't want to see it in pain. I went to Mike and shook him awake, explaining the situation a few times as Mike was still confused from being woken up.

When he was fully functioning again, he went to the fridge and got a small piece of chicken, bringing it to the puppy and feeding him. The tiny guy seemed less scared around Mike, and I knew how he felt.

Mike carefully tried to see how the animal was stuck, lifting up the stairs, which released a latch, and then the dog was free. Mike picked him up, checking his paw.

"He seems okay, he mustn't have been there long." He told me, taking the little puppy into the bus with him. I followed him in and shut the door.

Tré was awake now, and upon seeing the furry little thing, he let out a squeak. "PUPPY!"

Billie jerked awake, looking around in a panicked state. Mike handed Tré the puppy as Tré fussed over him.

"What? A fucking dog? Really, Mike? We're on tour." Billie rolled his eyes and Mike frowned.

"I didn't buy him, our bus hurt him. I can't just let him leave, I think his Mom left him." Mike reclaimed the dog again, handing him to Billie. "He was stuck in the steps of the bus. I couldn't just leave him, he would have lost a leg. And I can't just let him go, you know that."

I smiled to myself. Mike obviously had a soft spot for animals, like myself. This was clearly not the case for Billie, as he sighed and set the puppy down. "Fine. We can keep him."