Falling in Rhythm(billie joe armstrong x reader)

¡Viva la Gloria!

As Alex and Billie Joe sat in the cluttered living room of his house, surrounded by piles of school project materials, Billie Joe leaned back against the couch, his fingers drumming absently on his knee. The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound breaking the silence, punctuated occasionally by the rustling of papers and the shifting of items on the floor.

Billie Joe glanced over at Alex, a hesitant edge to his voice that was rare for him. He fiddled with the edge of his worn-out guitar strap, his posture betraying the casualness he was trying to project. "Hey, Alex," he began, his tone a bit unsure as he caught her eye. "So, um, there's this Battle of the Bands later today. I was thinking... maybe you might want to come with me? I mean, if you're free and all. It could be fun, and, you know, I thought it might be cool for us to hang out outside of... all this shit."

He shrugged, a self-conscious grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "But, like, only if you're into it. No pressure or anything. I just thought it'd be cool to have you there. If not, whatever. Just thought I'd ask."

Alex looked up from her notes, her expression a mixture of surprise and hesitation. "Uh, I don't know. I'm not really sure what to wear for something like that. I've never been to a Battle of the Bands before."

Billie Joe's face lit up with a mischievous grin. "Don't worry about it. I've got something you can wear." He stood up and walked over to his closet, rummaging through a stack of old band shirts.

After a moment, he pulled out a faded, well-worn shirt with The Offspring's logo emblazoned across it. He tossed the shirt at Alex, who caught it with a puzzled look. "Here, try this. It's been through a lot, but it's got character. And trust me, it'll fit right in."

Alex examined the shirt, the fabric soft and threadbare from years of use. She could tell it had been well-loved. "This is... actually kind of cool," she said with a shy smile. "Thanks."Billie Joe grinned, a hint of pride in his eyes. "No problem. It's got rock 'n' roll cred written all over it. You'll fit right in with this."

Alex slipped the shirt over her head, and Billie Joe gave her a thumbs-up, clearly pleased with the result. "Looks perfect. You're gonna rock that Battle of the Bands."

"Let's hope so," Alex said, laughing softly. "I guess I'm all set now."Billie Joe clapped his hands together, excited. "Awesome! It's gonna be a blast, I promise. Just wait and see."

The vibrant chaos of the Battle of the Bands was in full swing, and Billie Joe, Mike, and Tre were at the heart of it, their usual antics taking center stage. Alex, amidst the swirling crowd and flashing lights, found herself drawn into the pulsating energy of the evening. She watched as Billie Joe, his face lit with an infectious grin, maneuvered through the mayhem with a blend of confidence and reckless abandon.

As the crowd roared and the lights dimmed, Billie Joe led Alex backstage, the cacophony of noise from the main stage a constant backdrop. Alex felt her nerves kick up a notch as they approached Green Day's private area. Billie Joe, ever the enthusiastic tour guide, seemed oblivious to her growing anxiety.

"Hey, Mike! Tre!" Billie Joe called out, waving to his bandmates who were lounging in a corner, casually preparing for their set. Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool looked up, their faces transitioning from relaxation to shock in an instant as they spotted Alex.

Tre's mouth dropped open, his eyes widening with an almost comical mix of disgust and disbelief. "What the fuck, Billie Joe? You've been hanging out with this—" He paused, looking Alex up and down with a sneer. "—this nerd?"

Mike's face contorted into a look of incredulity, his eyebrows shooting up. "Alex Holland? Billie, you have got to be fucking with me. The ultimate kiss-ass? Man, what the fuck are you thinking?"