What a tragedy // Billie Joe Armstrong

[10] my she

I sat on my bed listening to music until I heard something click on my window. I jumped up and freaked out as I looked over at it. My curtains were open. As I watched it I realised...

Someone's throwing rocks at my window?

Okay who the fuck is asking for a fight now.

Chill out.

I walked up to my window as I opened it to spot Billie.

Oh, it's you, hey we've missed you.

No, we haven't!

"Throwing rocks Romeo?" I teased as I opened the window and leaned on the window sill.

"Shut up, is your mom home?"

"Actually no she just went out. Her date just picked her up."

"Her date?"

"I know," I laughed. "Now what do you want,"

"Can you come with me?"

"Are you serious?"

"Please! It won't take long, there's something back at mine I gotta show you!"

I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly.

"Does that means yes?" He smiled hopefully. I nodded my head as I grabbed my jacket as I put it on and my shoes. I began to climb down the pipes into the darkness of the night at the side of the house as Billie waited at the bottom with his hands in the air ready to catch me if I slipped and fell.

I got down safely and looked over at him. "So, you want me to come to yours?"

He nodded.

We walked to his having random conversations, but no matter what we spoke about I liked speaking to him. Even our little and stupid conversation meant the most to me. We walked straight into his house as he took me into his room.

"Okay, so what are you wanting me to see?" I asked looking around his room confused.

"Well, I'll probably have to show you." He laughed.

"Show me! What is it?"

"Well," he said awkwardly looking down at the floor. He seemed nervous. "I wrote you something."

"You did!" I smiled excitedly. He laughed nervously.

"Yeah, I did."

"I thought you didn't write songs about people?"

"As I said, I never had anyone to write about... until now."

"Aww Beej!" I smiled as I quickly pulled him into a hug squeezing him. I pulled away quickly looking at him. "Wait are you gonna sing it for me!?"

He nodded nervously again. "Yeah, that's what I planned on."

"Aww Billie this is amazing, I've never had anyone write a song for me before!" I squealed In excitement.

He picked up his guitar that was leaned against the wall of his room. I watched him as he nervously strapped it around him as I sat on his bed waiting to listen to the song. I think I might cry.

"Okay... you ready?" He asked looking up at me from the guitar. I nodded as he ran a hand through his hair. He looked really fucking nervous, why did he look so nervous? Why did he look like he was gonna pass out?

"Hey, you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I've just- I've never exactly sung in front of anyone by myself without Tre and mike for years."