A fire burns today // Billie joe fan fiction

[15] for him

"Hurry up!" He laughs, his arms around his bare chest. "I'm cold!"

I sighed, pulling off my shirt to reveal my black bra and undoing my jeans as I kicked them off next to his.

And here I was. Standing next to Billie Joe in my pants and bra, with him in his boxers ready to jump into the sea. Kind of tipsy and dumb.

"Three," he says slowly looking over at me. "Two..... ONE!" He shouts jumping in as I follow behind him. Causing obviously a huge splash from the both of us.

I feel my body weight pulled underwater as I come back to the top breaking the surface of the water, moving my arms around to float.

Right before me, came up Billie and his wet hair in his face.

"See!" He laughs. "It's not that bad!"

"But it's cold!" I shout back. Laughing.

We stop laughing. "Y'know when you asked me if there was more to life then sitting on roofs and passing cigarettes back and forth?" He said refreshing my memory, moving his arms about in the water to keep himself floating. I nodded. "Did you mean swimming in the sea at night in your underwear or did I just miss interpreted that?"

"I didn't exactly mean that, but I guess this is fun."

We edged on just a little closer to the peer, not getting out of the water but just so our feet could reach ground. My arms began to get tired.

"My arms are tired." I breathe as we stand in shoulder-length water.

He pushes his wet hair out of his face with wet hands as I watch water drip down his face. "Aww that's a shame." He teased.

I punched him laughing playfully. As he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer under the water.

"You've got to be the stupidest influence in my life I've ever had Billie Joe," I smile softly to him sliding my hands over his shoulders.

"I take pride in that." He whispered, edging his face closer to mine as my breath hitched in my throat. I was nervous, and he could tell. And he loved it.

"I don't know if you should." I breathed.

"Why not, no one likes to live a boring life Marsha," he smiled. His hands still around my waist

"Well no, but I don't think anyone's idea of fun is jumping in the sea at night in their underwear."

"It's my idea of fun."

"And why's that?"

"Because," he started. "I'm stood here, right in front of you. With my hands around your waist, your hands over my shoulders and the best part is I've seen you in your bra and pants and I've not even kissed you yet." He laughs. I blushed, ruining my objective to not blush this time around tonight. But it makes him smile wider.

"Well, I guess I never knew seeing you on the rooftop would lead to this." I smiled.

"Aren't you happy it did?"

"More than," I whispered.

His face got closer, he was gonna kiss me, wasn't he? He was going in for it, he was going in for it. He's gonna do it.

I closed my eyes ready to feel his lips on mine. But I don't, I suddenly feel his breath down my neck. As I flinch to open my eyes.

"You would've loved if I kissed you then wouldn't you?" He whispered in a raspy but hot tone. I couldn't help but shiver. I could hear it through his voice he was smirking.

I nodded slowly, as he let go and began to make his way back onto the peer. He pulled himself up, as I almost forget he was just in his boxers. And I was just in my underwear.

But he didn't kiss me? What does that mean?

I went and sat on the peer next to him. I felt his eyes on my body.

"I thought," I said looking over to him, I saw him panic looking quickly away from my chest and over to the sea. "That you said when I was ready to admit I wanted to kiss you, you would be ready?" I almost smirk. Almost smirk. I was on the edge, but I didn't know how he even felt about kissing me.

"I will be, buts it's fun to tease you." He winks. As he stands up and throws his shirt on, and struggles to put his jeans on.

I zoned out watching him change.

"Are you just gonna sit there, staying in your underwear?" He asked, biting his lip.

"You'd like that wouldn't you," I mumbled before getting changed too.

I was kind of upset he didn't kiss me. I wanted him to so badly. And I was inches away from just grabbing his stupid face and kissing it myself. But I didn't.

"What's wrong Baby?" He smiled innocently. "Are you sad I didn't kiss you?"

"N-no! Come on, let's go." I said going in front and walking to the car. He struggled to get his belt on following behind me.

We got in the car, not yet starting it up. Just sitting there in his car for a moment. I wanted to ask him why he didn't kiss Me. Was it really just because he wanted to tease me.

"I've got something I need to tell you." He spoke. Turning his head to me. His hair still wet, and his hands on the stirring wheel. But the car was still parked.

"Go for it."

"Alice rang up Mike last night midway through band practice. And she told him how she felt, so right there. In front of Tre, he tells her back. And Tre stormed off. He said he quit the band." Billie spoke. He was serious. No smiling, smirking, laughing. He looked upset. "So I've been stressing. I thought about it while we drove here a lot. And I forget when I was at the peer and in the water with you. But as you stormed in front. I got a text from my mom saying this."

He showed me his phone as I read it.

Mom: Tre here, he's just taking all of his drums in the car moving them all. What's going on? hope everything's alright.

I could tell Billie was upset. He worked so hard in that band and I saw how much he loved it when he picked up his guitar and sang.

"Aww Billie," I said. Pulling him into a hug, he hugged me back. Tight. He didn't cry or anything. But I knew he was upset.

"He'll come around, Me and you will go to his place tomorrow and talk to him tomorrow, how about that?" I suggested. I was really trying my hardest. Billie looked at me, I could never read his eyes but I saw behind the vibrant green he was hurting.

He put in so much effort in that band to make his dad proud, he's told me that before.

He nodded. "I just don't want the band to be over, I try so hard with music and I want to get somewhere- I don't understand." He rambled on, speaking fast. "I've put hours into it- I know they have but- I worked so hard on guitar for him," I knew he meant his dad, as he carried on, "And I wanted the band to become something for him and-" I watched him. Tears building up in his eyes. He was a blink away from them spilling.

"I just wanna do something for once, to make someone proud." He finished looking up at Me. "I wanted to make my dad proud."

I pulled him quickly into another hug as he began to cry on my shoulder. I rubbed his back and spoke softly into his ear trying to calm him down.

"It's gonna be okay Beej, it's alright I'm here,"

Once he had finished crying. He pulled away from me and wiped his eyes. Putting his hands back on the steering wheel and began to start the car.

"It's gonna be okay Billie. I'm gonna help you."

"Thanks, Marsha," he sniffed. "I don't know how I would do this shit without you."