Trapped in Active Depart // Billie Joe

[13] When will you be back?

"Someone's at the door," Billie groaned into my neck, his arms still around me.

I kept my eyes closed. "I can hear them, ignore them they'll go away,"

"How can I ignore it? They woke me up?"

"They gotta leave sometime,"

"If it's Sam, Mike, Tre or definitely all of them then they won't leave any time soon,"

I exhaled. "You're right. God I hate when you're right Billie,"

I attempted to sit up in bed as I felt Billie whine pulling me back down.

"What?" I giggled looking over at him, he kept his eyes closed pouting.

"Don't go,"

"I have to open the door Billie I-"

"-they'll leave,"

"You even said they won't a-"

"-they'll get the point soon,"

There was a brief moment of silence. As I realised the door downstairs wasn't being knocked on anymore.

"See?" Billie smiled.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock-

"-oh Jesus Christ I'm coming!" I shouted jumping out of bed and leaving Billie.

I left the room as I made my way downstairs sniffling, unlocking and opening the door.

Sam, Mike and then Tre shoved past me inviting themselves into my house as I shrugged shutting the door behind them.

"Where is he?" Tre asked instantly.

I looked at him puzzled before Sam spoke up.

"Don't stand too close Tre you'll get sick too,"

Tre stepped back, well- all of them did. Like I had some sort of disease, which I did not.

"Where's who?" I asked looking mostly over at Tre.

"Beej,"

"He's not here?" I shrugged lying. "Why would he be here?"

"He left us in the studio!" Mike whined. "How could he do that!"

"Dude he's not here," I sighed rubbing my eyes. "Can I go back to bed?"

Sam snapped her fingers as everyone turned to look at her. "That's where he is!"

"What?" Tre asked confused.

"He's in her bed..."

We all paused for a second before Sam pushed past me, Mike and Tre followed as they ran up the stairs. I followed behind them worried as they bursted into my room, face palming when they had found Billie still asleep there.

"Is he dead?" Tre whispered over to me confused.

"He's not fucking dead you idiot," Mike replied to him.

"Are you sure Mike? He looks pretty lifeless, did you kill my friend?"

"What! No Tre I didn't kill him!"

"He's asleep," Sam announced rolling her eyes at Tres obvious stupidity.

"Because he's ill." I grunted shoving past them before sitting down on my bed.

Mike tilted his head like a confused dog. "Why is he in... your bed?"

"Because they're in loveeee," Tre hummed answering Mike's question.