It's rare for Billie Joe to blush, and Tre and Mike want to see it happen. EDITED!
I reread this and decided to edit, so I hope you like!
I sat across from Billie and Tre in the music room, my chicken-mayo sandwich forgotten in my hand as I watched Tre impersonate our music teacher, flailing his arms and hitting drums and cymbals wildly. He was laughing manically as he did so, and I couldn't help laughing along with him. Billie Joe was laughing too, and my deep laugh formed a rhythm with his cute giggle.
Billie was cute. He had one of those angel faces that would look pretty well into old age and was always wearing an innocent-but-guilty expression. He was so sick-mindedly funny, and he always made me laugh, almost as much as Tre did, because let’s face it, Tre’s fucking hilarious. Shaking my head, I got up, chucking my sandwich at Tre, who caught it and simultaneously took a huge bite.
'Ew, you're not actually gunna eat that...?' said Billie, suddenly disgusted. Tre shrugged at him, stuffing the rest of the mayo-slathered bread into his mouth, a stupid smile on his face. Billie Joe went pale and turned away, picking up his beloved guitar and strumming a few chords. I grabbed my bass and began to strum softly.
Billie Joe turned up his amp really loud - and I mean really fucking loud - and totally drowned out my bass. The noise from his guitar vibrated around the room and almost burst my eardrums, and Tre fell backwards off his drum stool.
We both looked at him, and he began to laugh uncontrollably. There was a knock on the door and Mr. Relay opened it, glaring in at us with his trademark ‘angry professor’ scowl. 'Don't be too loud, boys! Mr. Armstrong, turn down that amp!'
I looked at Billie Joe, grinning, but my friend's face was innocent. 'It wasn't me, sir, it was Mike.' He pointed at me, and my grin vanished as Mr. Relay turned on me.
'Is that so? Don't be disrupting my class, Mr. Dirnt. Amp down.'
Oh my god, Billie! My jaw dropped. I protested. 'But- sir, that wasn't-'
'Amp. Down,’ was all he said before closing the door on us.
Billie Joe was giggling again, and Tre was with him. I glowered at both of them, flipping Billie off. 'Fucking bitch.'
'And enough of the language too, Michael,' said Mr. Relay's voice from outside the door. My face burned and my two friends laughed harder, the music teacher's use of my full name making it all the funnier to them.
I rolled my eyes and plugged in my bass - if he'd been looking, Mr. Whatsispuss would've seen it couldn't possibly have been me. Shaking off the last of his laughter, Billie Joe adjusted the microphone to his height; he was a lot shorter than Tre and I – a trait I could always tease him for – and said rather theatrically, ‘Hey everyone, we’re Green Day.’
I smirked. It was quite amusing whenever Billie Joe said anything into a microphone – he had a very distinctive voice and it just sounded hilarious when it was amplified, but when he sang, he sang like an angel.
Speaking of angels.
We had been playing for a few moments, when there was a knock at the door, cutting us off in mid-song.
'This is the dawning- he-ey, Mik-ey, look who it is!' he jeered playfully. He stopped playing and waved through the window to whoever was out there. Tre stopped drumming to see who it was, but I already knew by the annoying cockiness in Billie's voice.
The door opened and three girls were stood there, probably gazing dazedly at Billie Joe's drop-dead-gorgeous face. 'Hey, Billie Joe. Whatcha doin'?' said Tracey, who was in the middle.
'What's it look like?' he replied, coming to stand next to me. He’s such a gentleman, is Billie Joe. Tre was ogling the shorter of the girls, Kayla, with bulging eyes, but I was carefully watching Anne, the most damn-fuckin-beautiful girl in the whole damn school.
She glanced in my direction, and my face went red. I looked at the floor and the girls continued to giggle and laugh amongst themselves, while Tre said something to Billie.
'Say hey to Anne, Mike,' hissed Billie in my ear, and I shoved him away, the girls giggling as he did.
'Well, bye guys,' said Tracey, the tall blonde one who I could easily see had the biggest crush on Billie Joe ever. The three of them walked away, Anne glancing at me as they went and Billie made up his mind about something.
Before I could protest, he grabbed me by the arms from behind, yelled, 'Oh, ANNIE BABY!' and shoved me out of the music room into the corridor. The girls stared back at me, accusingly. They began to laugh in that intimidating way girls do when they’re in groups, but Anne gave me a shy smile. I tried my best to smile back, but my face was burning with anger and embarrassment.
Billie Joe Armstrong, I will personally fucking murder you.
I stepped quickly back inside the music room and shut the door tight before rounding on Billie Joe, eyes and cheeks blazing. He was giggling again, totally delighted with himself, but Tre was looking at him with a surprisingly serious expression on his face. Good. I needed him on my side for this.
'Billie Joe fucking Armstrong, you fucking bastard! What the fuck was that for?!' I spat in a dangerously quiet voice.
He shrugged. 'You needed it.'
'That was a bit harsh, man,' interjected Tre.
'Hey,' said Billie, softening his tone. 'I'm sorry, man. Don't hate me.'
I scowled and looked away. Un-fucking-likely.
I heard a ghost of his cute little laugh. 'Got a bit of a blush going on there, Mike.'
'Piss off. And how the fuck would you know about blushing? You never blush!'
'He does,' said Tre distantly. 'Well, he did once...'
Something must’ve sprung into his mind, because I saw a tiny flash of pink steal into Billie's cheeks, before he recovered himself and said, 'I never blush.'
I glowered at him. I'd have to get him back. Make him blush brighter than me.
'You sure, Tre? Won't it make us look like raging gayboys?' I asked quietly as we peered through the music room door at Billie Joe, who was introducing us. We were the only band in our year group, so Mr. Relay got us up to play a song for our music class. Billie was introducing Green Day while Tre and I gathered the guitars. And plotted against him. Insert evil laugh.
'Nah, it won't if we do it together.' Tre seemed confident and he was well experienced in embarrassing people, and Billie ushered us into the room.
I smiled evilly to myself as I made my way towards him with Tre at my heels. The class was all watching us intently, the girls had their eyes on Billie, and I could practically hear the swoons.
They were in for a treat.
Instead of giving Billie his guitar, Tre laid the instrument carefully on the floor behind the piano, and I did the same with my bass. We made no move to pick them up again, and Billie gave us a what the fuck? look, but I suppressed a laugh.
Billie gave a yelp as Tre suddenly grabbed him around the waist and I made my move. I grabbed a handful of thin, soft material and yanked his shirt over his head, revealing his bare - and sexily muscular - chest to the class. Then Tre’s super-ninja skills kicked in and he dropped to his knees, grabbing Billie’s waistband and pulling his jeans down with him, revealing his interestingly colourful boxer shorts for all to see.
Everybody gasped then burst out laughing, either at my evil smile that said ‘told you I’d get you back’, Billie Joe's ultra-mortified alarm or Tre's mad facial expression I didn't know, but I stepped back and took a look at Billie's face.
His green eyes were wide, his thick black hair slightly tousled, his jaw clenched.
And his cheeks went red.
Billie Joe Armstrong was blushing.
His face began to blaze brighter than a bonfire, and I wouldn't be surprised if I started to feel the heat. He defensively threw up his arms to attempt to cover himself up, before frantically yanking his trousers up and swiping the shirt from my hand.
'That's quite inappropriate, boys!' shouted Mr. Relay, but Tre and I were too busy laughing at Billie's bewilderedly angry expression.
He quickly pulled the shirt over his head, shot me a murderous glare and I could almost hear the swear words he was screaming at me from inside his head. He picked up his guitar, and Tre settled behind the drums, still laughing.
I picked up my bass, but before we started playing I leaned over to whisper in Billie's ear, 'Got a bit of a blush going on there, Billie Joe.'
He scowled, his face going redder. 'I'm not blushing!'
But he so clearly was that it was funny.
There you go. Kinda crappy, but I had to write it or it would annoy me all day. R&R :)