Trapped in Active Depart // Billie Joe

[19] Plane ticket

I slowly pushed the chair back from the computer, my mouth sort of open in my own surprise as I looked at the screen.

"Well that's it..." Tre laughed slightly standing behind me with Mike.

I looked up at Billie who was stood behind the glass, he had said something. But the sound proof glass cut him off.

I scooted the chair over to the button, holding it down. "Come again?"

"Was that the last recording?"

I nodded, kinda not sure what to say about it myself. "That's it,"

"So the albums finished?" Mike asked again, as Billie walked around the studio back through into the room where the rest of us were.

"Well, looks like it if you guys are happy with what we've got," Sam shrugged, seeming casual about this.

Then the three of them looked at me, as if to ask for the confirmation that they really had finished.

I nodded my head again. "Your albums complete,"

Tre was the first to cheer, jumping up and down as Mike joined in. But Billies eyes stayed on me as his two friends had a mini celebration behind him.

Then Mike nudged Billie confused, before he shook his head and nodded. Pretending to smile in happiness with the other two.

I can't take this shit, I need more coffee.

I tried not to make my exit look dramatic, so I walked around the three out of the room before walking down the halls to the coffee machine.

I pressed a few buttons on the screen, before picking up a paper cup and waiting for it. Then it fuzzed out,  began to steam. Meaning it was broken again.

"Stupid useless fucking machine," I muttered, pressing more buttons like I usually did when it broke. Hoping it would fix itself.

Then I heard a door shut in the hall, turning around to see Billie who was walking down the other way of the hall. To the exit? Where was he going?

"Beej!"

He turned around confused, his eyes landing on me. "Yeah?"

"Where are you going?"

"Well... shifts over. Well- albums over. I gotta start packing, y'know?"

I walked away from the still steaming machine closer to him. "You wasn't gonna say bye?"

"Well I'm not going for good yet. But I've barley made a dint in packing all my stuff, I was gonna-"

"-I can always help you if you like?" I offered.

Truth be said. I regretted saying I wouldn't go. Maybe now I did. Because I never realised that a no would really mean he would go again.

Of course I knew he would be going. But I hadn't let myself believe it until too late that he'll be going a second time. And it will be my fault again.

"Actually, no... that's alright. I think Mike's gonna help me," he awkwardly excused. Really awkwardly. Like he hardly even knew me.

"Oh?"

"Yeah... I'll - I'll speak to you later." Then he turned back around.

"Oh... okay? Bye Bil-" The door shut, cutting me off slightly.

I looked back at the coffee machine, turns out at some point it had stopped steaming.

And it made my coffee, problem was the button jammed again and it hadn't stopped.