Trapped in Active Depart // Billie Joe

[14] Twenty

"Yeah, nice to have you back. You knob," Sam muttered sarcastically readjusting all the notches on the button pad in the studio Billie had messed about with while the three of them were waiting for Sam and me.

"I was only playing," Billie innocently beamed wafting a hand. "Jeesh lighten up,"

"Telling Sam to lighten up is like telling a Nun to get a job at a strip club," I muttered humourlessly only for myself to hear as I sat down on my spinny chair.

I realized how loud though I may have actually said it when I looked up after a moment of silence to see Billie, Mike, and Tre covering their mouths sniggering and Sam looking or at me like she was about to pounce on me and rip my whole head clean off my shoulders. 

"Sorry Sam,"

"She does have a fair point," Tre mentioned with the palm of his hand faced upwards as he shrugged his arm. Sam looked away from me almost in an instant and over at Tre with the same murderous glare in her eyes as he put his arm back to his side before mumbling. "Sorry Sam,"

"And you," She said shifting her gaze to Billie.

He exhaled in defeat before apologising too. "Sorry Sam," He huffed.

"You," Her eyes now moving on to Mike. 

"Me!?"

"Yes!"

"What! What did I do!?"

"I don't know! Just say you're sorry!"

"Fine," He breathed out crossing his arms. "Sorry Sam,"

"Now can we move on?" I asked her desperately.

"Alright fine, keep away from the buttons," She warned Billie as he rolled his eyes carelessly and sat down on a stool.

"Yes, alright mom,"

They finally stopped bickering as Mike, Billie and Tre did some separate recordings for the songs. Sam recorded as I scrolled through our files of already finished things.

I scrolled down, my eyes flickering over each recording we had done. As I then started to even see for myself how we were further through this album then I maybe wanted us to be. 

With every working day, we are most literally drawing closer to the end of this album. With every recording and every studio progress we get through means inches closer to mine and Billies goodbye for the second time. 

"You alright?"  A concerning sounding voice asked he as I felt a hand placed gently on my shoulder from someone behind.

 I turned my head around to spot Billie as he looked down at me waiting for a reply.

"Yeah.. just browsing through these," I blankly replied turning back to face the laptop screen.

I felt him take his hand away from my shoulder before it was replaced with his chin as he looked through with me. I looked up from the screen quickly to see Sam was behind the glass laughing with Tre.

"Wheres Mike gone?"

"He went to go grab himself a coffee, he did ask if you wanted one along with the rest of us. But you was zoned out staring at the laptop, that's why I came to ask if you're all good,"

"I'm just looking through these, that's all," I shrugged off pushing away the uncomfortable and sort of dampening feeling that was beginning to grow in my chest. 

He game me a look. Like he wasn't believing the bullshit I was feeding him, before pulling Sam's un used chair close to mine as he sat down on it and turned it to face me. "Talk to me,"