A fire burns today // Billie joe fan fiction

[20] 2:11 am

I felt wrapped in Billie's arms. I had woken up in the night, not even sure what time it was. But all I knew was I was being embraced by Billie joe, our legs inter winded and my head was softly against his chest as I felt it rise and fall along with his breathing. Gently feeling him breath out his nose on to the top of my head. Unaware he was doing so since he was still asleep.

I turned my head slowly to get a peek of the digital alarm clock at the side of the hotel bed.

'2:11 am'

I need to sneeze, I thought panicking, before I quickly moved my arm from around Billies body as I grabbed my nose and what I hoped to be- quietly sneezed.

"Bless you," I heard Billie softly laugh.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked him. Taking my head off his chest and looking up into his eyes.

"No, I was already awake." He told me.

Billies P.O.V

I don't even know what it was that awoke me. But I was having a Fucking good dream.

"It's ten past two," she whispered to me. "How long were you awake for before I sneezed?"

"A little while. I woke up and my mind was just racing off to places, I couldn't focus and couldn't sleep." I told her, my mind was sorta racing off thinking about her... but I can't tell her that can I? Obviously no.

"What were you thinking of?"

"I don't even know how I'm supposed to tell you," I sort of laughed, as I placed my hand softly on the back of her head and began playing with her hair.

"Just tell me,"

But how are you supposed to tell a girl you have such an amazing friendship with that you've been in love with them ever since they spotted you on the rooftop. Maybe you just don't, I'm aware that some things in the world are supposed to go unspoken, like a poems real meaning, a love story between two teenagers, an old riddle. But it had never come to me that this would be one of them, surely she knows I like her. It isn't hard to tell. But how am I suppose to say to her that I don't just like her, and I'm afraid I'm in love with her.

"Come on Billie," she whispered gently to me. Taking me out of my thoughts.

"I guess I'm just nervous about the gig." I lied. Again, the number of times I had lied to her when she had asked me what it is I've been thinking of increasing.

"You'll do great, I know you will. Come on we need to sleep." She said to me placing her head back on my chest.

"Yeah, goodnight Marsha,"

"Goodnight beej."

I never intended on getting myself into this mess, it was never an intention of mine to sit awake at night and lose sleep about a girl. It had never been, and before her. It never was. I turned out liking her a lot more than I originally planned on, but I guess it's just something I have to accept now. And I can either come to terms with it and i can admit it. Or just ignore it, and bottle up these feelings. And push away every time I want to kiss her, and ignore every instinct to just give her random hugs to feel her wrap around me, and act like I don't feel the butterflies she gives me.

It's crazy, it's two in the morning. And I'm sat lying in bed with nothing else in my head but the thought of me and her.

I guess you could say she came at the right time, in the middle of all my chaos, there she was. And I wasn't even searching.

"Hey Billie?" I heard her speak up.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for helping me out earlier with that guy at the bar."

I couldn't help but smile, she couldn't even see it. But I couldn't help it. "It's okay. I didn't mind at all saying you were mine."

"You also said I was pretty," I heard in her voice she was smiling too. "Did you mean it?"

"Of course I meant it."

And I did, she was beautiful. Beautiful out of place, like the moon in the middle of the day, or the first poppy that sprung up after the war, a rainbow after a storm and all that sort of stuff. And I couldn't help but shake the feeling she intended on being that way.

"Thanks, Beej, that means a lot."

"Get to sleep." I laughed.