Trapped in Active Depart // Billie Joe

[8] You're Drunk

Sam and I sat in the studio in silence. Still tension. Still. We sat quietly, at least until there was a large thud coming from the hallway.

I looked over at Sam confused as she looked over at me with the same face.

"What was that?" I asked her, although knowing she was just as clueless as me.

"I don't know,"

"Should I go check?".

"Maybe..."

I got up out my chair before walking out of the studio to find Billie leaning against the wall. I laughed under my breath watching him stumble around for a moment trying his damndest to find his balance.

"Billie Joe are you Drunk?" I asked him.

He looked up at me and pretended to act shocked. "Me? What me? Am I drunk?" He then laughed. "No! Why would you even think that,"

"Billie Joe y'know the rules. You can't come into the studio drunk."

"You can't go into any workplace drunk," he slurred smirking.

"You need to go home,"

"But I need to work?"

"You can't be here while your drunk if any of the higher working people here see you they'll scrap your album and send you on your way to another studio,"

"I'm not even drunk," he mumbled moving his hair out of his eyes.

"Come here," I sighed harshly grabbing his hand as I pulled him past the studio and quickly down the hall.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, owww!! You're hurting me!"

Finally reaching the old room I opened the door and shoved him in before following behind him and closing the door.

He stumbled his way over and say down on a spinny chair as he amused himself spinning repeatedly around and around just laughing to himself.

I sighed walking over to him as I grabbed the back of his chair and held it still as he stopped spinning. "Why'd you do that?"

"Billie, why are you Drunk?" I breathed out looking down at him.

He sent me a boyish smile before replying. "I'm not,"

"Bullshit, Billie I could lose my job over this. I'm supposed to be with Sam right now in the studio. Pretty sure Mike and Tre are already in there by now- but instead I'm in here... Babysitting you."

"I don't even need babysitting- c'mon let's go into the studio they're waiting,"  He said trying to pull me out the room. I stood sternly with my feet planted into the ground. Billie was sometimes strong, but right now he was drunk so he was hardly even moving me from my standing position. He realised he wasn't doing much and looked up at me, knitting his eyebrows in confusion as to why I wasn't moving. "Why aren't you coming?"

"How did you get here?" I asked him randomly. He let go of my hand and thought for a second.

"Mike drove my car,"

"He drove you here? Fully well knowing you were drunk?" I asked. He nodded fast as I sighed. "And he didn't even think about the fact that that was putting your album at stake?" I asked another question. he looked confused but yet nodded again. "Give me your keys."

"My what?"

"Car keys Billie, Give me them,"

"Why?"

"I'm driving you back home for you and your band's albums sake,"

"I'm not giving you my-" He stopped himself midway through his sentence as I put my hand in his leather jacket pocket and pulled out his keys in my hand. "Never mind then..."