need // Green Day fan fic ((EDITING))

⚬ Billie ⚬

I wake up to see Tré gone, blankets on my body and my window closed.

I'm not really hungry so I just make some toast and get ready.

I head out the door, not even saying goodbye to Mike, who's still sleeping.

Since I now know Tré lives right next to me i knocked on his door this morning to ask if he wanted to walk to school together today.

Knock! Knock!

"Who is it?"

I automatically know its Tré.

"It's Billie."

I say trying not to sound overly excited.

He opens the door with that goofy grin that i love and i chuckle as i walk in.

"What's up?"

He says as he is cooking breakfast.

'Cute and self-reliant? what a keeper..'

I look around the house as i answer his question.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to walk to school together....umm..if not that's fi-"

"Sure!"

He enthusiastically interrupts my insecure comment, which is probably for the best, I just smile.

"Do you want anything to eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry.."

I say looking at the floor.

"C'monnn~ you gotta eat."

He pokes my stomach and i look up at him. 

"Look at you, you're so skinny."

He winks at me as he goes over to make me a plate.

I walk over to the kitchen table and sit down.

"Plus! I'm an awesome cook and i want you to try my food."

He's beaming as he sets the plate of food in front of me.

I take a bite, not knowing what to really expect.

Flavors just explode into my mouth, bringing me a warm feeling of joy. 

its like my moms delicious home-cooked meals I would have every day...

Before she kicked me out.

"Holy crap, dude! This is awesome!"

I eat more and more and more.

He blushes and smiles.

"Glad you like it."

He ruffles my rockabilly blue hair.

"So..do you live with anyone?"

I say looking around.

He sits down across from me at the table with a plate of food.

"Yeah, just my dad but he usually works all the time."

I just nod.

I finish before him and burp...loud.

"Nice."

He says and laughs.

He looks at my clean plate as he eats.

"Someone was hungry."

He smiles softly at me.

"Do you eat much?"

He asks me, that familiar concern in his voice.

"Sometimes...he cooks meals for me but I'm usually so upset i barely eat them or he'll take them away..."

"That sucks...I'm sorry."

I look down and chuckle as I shrug.

"Speaking of 'he'... who is that fuck tard anyway? Your dad?

"No, my dad passed away. That's my...uhh... 'boyfriend' "

I say with air quotes.

"Ohhh..my bad."

"It's okay. he used to be my best friend. he's a piece of work, isn't he?"

I laugh.

"More like a piece of shit."

We both laugh, finish our breakfast and begin to walk to school together.