One shots

Billie Joe Armstrong 9

I looked up as my phone went off.

'Can you come over?' It said.

'Sure. Be there in ten.' I replied. I pulled on my converse and hopped on my car. True to my word, I was at my boyfriend's house in ten minutes.

"Billie?" I called as I closed the door behind me and tossed my keys on the table in the hallway.

"In here (y/n)." I almost didn't recognize his voice. It was raspy and sounded like his throat was raw. I followed where his voice had come from and had to bit back my giggle. There was a pile of blankets on the couch and I had to really look if I wanted to find Billie. I only found him because he tilted his head up so he could see me. "I'm sick." He rasped out. I nodded slowly, a smile making its way onto my face.

"I can tell." I said as I sat down on the little space he left on the couch. I brushed the hair out of his face and looked at the table in front of us. There were two bottles on the table and I was glad he had been drinking something. Billie smiled sleepily up at me. "Not to be rude but why did you text me?" I asked quietly, seeing as he was nearly asleep.

"I wanted some company." He mumbled as he drew the blankets closer to his face. It was cute. I nodded as he gently put my hand on his forehead. He was hot.

"Do you want some soup?" I asked. He nodded and I stood up. I went into the kitchen and made him some soup as quickly as I could. I carefully brought it out to him. Billie sat up slowly and I helped him lean back against the couch. He gratefully took the soup and ate it. After he was done, I took the bowl back to the kitchen and walked back out to the living room. Billie had curled up under the blankets again and I couldn't resist taking a picture of him. He was just to darn cute. I sat back down on the little couch he let me have and brushed the hair out of his face as he slept. I smiled down at him as he reached up to grab my hand and just held it tightly. I guess that's what I get for helping.