Ouch, What A Fall Billie Took!
Elbow. Punch!
Billie ran back into the living room. He ran up behind the couch that Tre was siting on.
“Tre! Guess what!?” Billie hollered.
“Leave me alone... I’m reading something.” The drummer said, not taking his attention of the news paper he was reading.
“But you haves to listen!”
“Go bother Mike.”
“Alright... but we go places tomorrow. Dave said so.” Billie said, beginning to walk off.
“WAIT! What you say?”
“Dave said interviews and stuff.” Billie said quietly.
“Oh ok. Thanks for telling me.” Tre said before getting up to go talk with Mike. “Oh here.” He handed Billie the remote.
***-Tre’s P.O.V-***
I walked into Mike’s office.
“So... an Interview eh?”
Mike sighed, “yup... I have no idea how this is going to work.”
“I don’t know, but we need to thi- I got an Idea.” I said while grinning. “I’ll be back.”
I walked back into the living room where Billie was.
“Hey BJ.”
“Hi Tre.”
“So you know that interview tomorrow?”
“Yup.”
“Well... you cant say ANYTHING. Ok? Just because...”
Billie jumped up, “BUT! I’m the leader!”
“Billie... you just can’t...”
Billie folded his arms, “ And what if I do’s talk?”
I started thinking...
Uh... what to say? What to say!? If you don’t listen uh.. You’ll have bad luck? No, to stupid.
Oh I know!
“You won’t get shit for Christmas! Santa won’t like you.”
“Well FUCK santa!” Billie said.
“Oooo I’m telling Mike on you!”
“No! TRE NO! NO! I just kidding!”
“Nope! I’m telling!” I shouted.
“NO! Please.... I just kidding!” he begged.
By then he was almost in tears.
“Alright... I won’t. But if you do talk and stuff I’ll tell him.”
“Alright...” Billie walked off mumbling stuff.
**The following morning**
I woke up first. A real surprise if I say so myself....
“Billie! Mike! Wake up!” I screamed.
“Ok!” Mike shouted back from his room.
Billie came running into the bathroom. He was only wearing his boxers.
“What you doing?” He asked me.
“I’m shaving. Something you need to do.”
“Really? But that very sharp...”
“Well I guess I could do it for you? You have to be VERY still.”
“Alright.” Billie then hopped up on the counter.
He was doing great... for the first 5 minutes.
“Billie! Stop fucking moving.”
He just laughed.
“You won’t find it funny when you get cut.”
He just continued to laugh.
“Billie! I’m almost done.”
“Done?” Billie asked.
“Yeah. Now go find Mike and go get dressed.” I said.
An hour later we were all in the car. We soon arrived at the reprise headquarters.
“Billie, Mike, Tre!” Dave shouted, “Just the people I need to see.”
Me and Mike both said Hi. Billie just waved.
“You guys need to do a quick interview it’s for Green Day.com”
“Alright.” Mike said.
“Molly this is Green Day.” He introduced us to the interviewer.
“Hi.” She said in a very friendly tone.
“Ok, here are some questions from some of your fans. Ready?”
“Yeah shoot!” Mike said.
“Ok first question is from NimrodOfPasalacqua. “Hey guys! I was wondering how you guys are doing on the album?”
Great. Here come the same redundant questions about the album. I am so tempted to say just fucking wait! Be patient damn it!
“It’s coming along pretty good.” Mike said.
After some time of boring questions, Billie feel asleep.
“This one’s for Billie” Billie shot up in his seat at the sound of his name.
“Nimrod for Billie says, ‘Billie with everyone saying it’s going to be hard to top American Idiot, is that putting a lot more pressure on you?’”
Billie opened his mouth about to talk. Then I elbowed him in his side.
“Ouch!” He screamed then he punched me in the face.
Fuck... that hurt. He sure as hell can pack a punch.
“Oh fuck... Billie! You gave him a bloody nose.” Mike screamed at Billie.
Billie’s eyes widened, Then he ran out the room.
“Billie get back here!” Mike said getting up to chase him. Leaving me here alone.
“Here.” Molly said handing me a tissue. “Is Billie ok?” she asked.
“Uh... yeah.” I lied as I got up, and went looking for Billie and Mike.
Dave saw me leaving and he shouted something but I didn’t catch what he said.
“Tre! Guess what!?” Billie hollered.
“Leave me alone... I’m reading something.” The drummer said, not taking his attention of the news paper he was reading.
“But you haves to listen!”
“Go bother Mike.”
“Alright... but we go places tomorrow. Dave said so.” Billie said, beginning to walk off.
“WAIT! What you say?”
“Dave said interviews and stuff.” Billie said quietly.
“Oh ok. Thanks for telling me.” Tre said before getting up to go talk with Mike. “Oh here.” He handed Billie the remote.
***-Tre’s P.O.V-***
I walked into Mike’s office.
“So... an Interview eh?”
Mike sighed, “yup... I have no idea how this is going to work.”
“I don’t know, but we need to thi- I got an Idea.” I said while grinning. “I’ll be back.”
I walked back into the living room where Billie was.
“Hey BJ.”
“Hi Tre.”
“So you know that interview tomorrow?”
“Yup.”
“Well... you cant say ANYTHING. Ok? Just because...”
Billie jumped up, “BUT! I’m the leader!”
“Billie... you just can’t...”
Billie folded his arms, “ And what if I do’s talk?”
I started thinking...
Uh... what to say? What to say!? If you don’t listen uh.. You’ll have bad luck? No, to stupid.
Oh I know!
“You won’t get shit for Christmas! Santa won’t like you.”
“Well FUCK santa!” Billie said.
“Oooo I’m telling Mike on you!”
“No! TRE NO! NO! I just kidding!”
“Nope! I’m telling!” I shouted.
“NO! Please.... I just kidding!” he begged.
By then he was almost in tears.
“Alright... I won’t. But if you do talk and stuff I’ll tell him.”
“Alright...” Billie walked off mumbling stuff.
**The following morning**
I woke up first. A real surprise if I say so myself....
“Billie! Mike! Wake up!” I screamed.
“Ok!” Mike shouted back from his room.
Billie came running into the bathroom. He was only wearing his boxers.
“What you doing?” He asked me.
“I’m shaving. Something you need to do.”
“Really? But that very sharp...”
“Well I guess I could do it for you? You have to be VERY still.”
“Alright.” Billie then hopped up on the counter.
He was doing great... for the first 5 minutes.
“Billie! Stop fucking moving.”
He just laughed.
“You won’t find it funny when you get cut.”
He just continued to laugh.
“Billie! I’m almost done.”
“Done?” Billie asked.
“Yeah. Now go find Mike and go get dressed.” I said.
An hour later we were all in the car. We soon arrived at the reprise headquarters.
“Billie, Mike, Tre!” Dave shouted, “Just the people I need to see.”
Me and Mike both said Hi. Billie just waved.
“You guys need to do a quick interview it’s for Green Day.com”
“Alright.” Mike said.
“Molly this is Green Day.” He introduced us to the interviewer.
“Hi.” She said in a very friendly tone.
“Ok, here are some questions from some of your fans. Ready?”
“Yeah shoot!” Mike said.
“Ok first question is from NimrodOfPasalacqua. “Hey guys! I was wondering how you guys are doing on the album?”
Great. Here come the same redundant questions about the album. I am so tempted to say just fucking wait! Be patient damn it!
“It’s coming along pretty good.” Mike said.
After some time of boring questions, Billie feel asleep.
“This one’s for Billie” Billie shot up in his seat at the sound of his name.
“Nimrod for Billie says, ‘Billie with everyone saying it’s going to be hard to top American Idiot, is that putting a lot more pressure on you?’”
Billie opened his mouth about to talk. Then I elbowed him in his side.
“Ouch!” He screamed then he punched me in the face.
Fuck... that hurt. He sure as hell can pack a punch.
“Oh fuck... Billie! You gave him a bloody nose.” Mike screamed at Billie.
Billie’s eyes widened, Then he ran out the room.
“Billie get back here!” Mike said getting up to chase him. Leaving me here alone.
“Here.” Molly said handing me a tissue. “Is Billie ok?” she asked.
“Uh... yeah.” I lied as I got up, and went looking for Billie and Mike.
Dave saw me leaving and he shouted something but I didn’t catch what he said.