Green Day one shots (Discontinued)

Midnight Thunderstorm Blues Part 2!

Set in 2004, tw for mentions of fatal disease, unrequited love, parental death/cancer, and angst.

Trè woke up, groaning when the sunlight hit his eyes through the blinds. He grumbled, noticing a warm entity pressed beside him. It was Billie Joe. God, he just looks so, so beautiful like this. Peaceful. Harmless. Solemn. Wait, no. Billie was married. He'd been happily married with Adie for ten years now, and the two were proud parents of two musical prodigies.

Trè sighed aloud, getting up. Might as well get his ass out of bed. He stared at the singer, who seemed to be unaffected by the lack of his presence. He brushed a strand of hair out of Billie's eyes, sighing lovingly as he admired his sexy form. No! He's not yours! He's Adie's! He doesn't love you; he's kissed guys numerous times! You mean nothing to him.

At that, he rushed downstairs and locked himself in the bathroom. He began to cry. No way would he have a shot. No fucking way. His esteem hurt, his head hurt, his...everything. He was hug and affection-starved. Always being silly to hide the pain of a one-sided love. He started to cough violently, falling to his knees on the tile floor. He clutched onto the rim of the sink, but his efforts were in vain.

Gore warning!

Trè finally coughed out something bloody. He picked it up, and upon further inspection, it was a blood-soaked...sunflower petal?? No, it couldn't be!! He was infected with Hanahaki? No, no, no! You're just dreaming!" He told himself. But he wasn't. He knew that for damn sure.

Billie awoke, having to piss. He waddled downstairs to the bathroom, humming. He heard coughing and knocked. "Hello?" No response. After five minutes, a voice responds. "C-come in! H-help.."

Billie rammed the door open, genuinely worried. He was terrified when he saw Trè's appearance. He had blood running from his nose, and down his chin, he was laying on the floor, and there was a small puddle of blood surrounding  him. He picked the drummer up, running out to his car. Good thing he went to bed in his normal clothes. "Hold on! Stay with me!!" He yelled. He drove to the hospital, bursting into the emergency room. Once Trè had been signed in, he was rushed to a room.

One hour later, Billie was called back by a nurse. He sniffled. Was he okay? The doctor looked down. "He has hanahaki,"
"What is that?"
"A result of unrequited love. Has he talked about having a crush on anyone in the past several weeks?"
Billie looked down. Trè had kinda been giving him lazy or loving looks for the past several months. "Yes, he has,"
"Who might that be?"
"Me," Billie mumbled, ashamed. Here was a friend, in the hospital, due to his stupidity.
"And why do you not return this love?"
"I'm married. I'm a father. I can't just up and leave my wife! I want to set an example for my boys that's good. I've messed up enough times in my life; I don't want to mess up more.."
"Well, given the severity of his condition, I'd say three weeks to live without us surgically removing it."

Three weeks? Three fucking weeks?! No...this was his Dad's condition all over again! Minus the flowers, blood, and unrequited love. Add the cancer. Was Trè gonna die? He wanted to slap the doctor. He was denying it. It wasn't true. He was lying. Their drummer was a trooper! Whenever he was injured, he just got right back up. When he was set ablaze by a dumb pyrotechnic, he didn't panic. This was not their drummer. This was a sickened body on a hospital bed.

He nods. "I'll think about how to fix it." With that, he left the hospital and went home. He sat down and cried softly. "What's wrong, Daddy?" Jakob asks, sitting next to him on the couch. He might've been six, but he knew crying wasn't good. "You know my friend? He's in our band. It's Trè. He's dying."
"Why?"
"I made a mistake. I don't love him, and now he's gonna die. He's coughing up flowers. It's my fault..."
"Oh. He'll feel better. He's cool. He can fight it! You didn't do anything, because I know you couldn't!"

Billie smiled and hugged his son. If he only knew. "Go play. Thank you." His son walked away.

One week later, he got two phone calls: the first was Adie. She was divorcing him for another. That was heartbreaking. She'd still let him see the kids at least. The second was the doctor. Trè's condition was worse. He was vomiting entire sunflowers now. Entire flowers. The disease was entering its final stages.

With that, the singer knew he had to make things right. Instead of driving there, he sprinted like hell. Stomach bile formed in his throat as tears did in his eyes. Please, don't be dead! Hold on! I'm coming!

He burst in, going through the metal detector before visiting his friend. He wasn't going to let him die. No. "Frank. Frank!" He called out. Trè did not respond. His eyes were closed.

Billie started to sob. Another drummer, gone. But this one died....or so he thought. He kissed his lips, getting on top of him to do so. He was kissing a corpse, but hey, he's done weirder.

Trè's eyes shot open. They flutter shut as he returns the gesture. Eventually, the singer realized this. "Frank! You're a-a-alive! Frank!" He yelled, hugging him tight.

Trè smiled softly and returned the hug. "Billie, I lo-" The singer smiles. "I know. I love you too."
"Adie-"
"Is divorcing me. For another man her age."
"Really?"
"Really really."
"I'm proud to call you my boyfriend."
"I fucking love you, Billie Joe."
"I love you too!"

The two shared a kiss, and Trè healed. Gone were the flowers and blood, and pale skin. The love had been returned. They were going to make it. Together.

It was requested by microwavable_human that I do a part two! I actually almost cried whilst writing this, so if you cry, I apologize in advance. It was heartwrenching tbh. Kinda wrote this for WMUWSE purposes ig. But have some angsty Trillie. This is actually the longest one-shot I've ever written in this book so far! Don't count on me writing this much any time soon lol.

-Spazz

Wc: 1,087 words