EpicBakingFailHOLY CHRIST THEY'RE BURNING! GERARD ARTHUR WAY-ARMSTRONG, WHAT DID I FLIPPING TELL YOU ABOUT NOT KEEPING AN EYE ON THE OVEN? the usually calm-mannered musician William Billie Joe Armstrong hollered, as he tried to put out the fired-charcoaled looking tray of baked goods from the oven, as smoked infused into the clean kitchen.More Like This
I was! Honest Billie, I was watching the cinnamon rolls kind of but then my phone range, and I had to answer it, what if it was Lindsey on the phone wanting to discuss Mindless Self Indulgence touring up again with the guys and I or my publishers for the new comic I had to answer it I didnt think a minute away would hurt Billie Joes smaller boyish looking husband of barely a year, Gerard tried explaining as if it was a matter of fact with a sheepish-innocent look on his face.
You dont leave them to overheat and burn to a crisp beyond their time to bake in the oven for thirty minu
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Billie woke up the next morning as early as he could so he could run to the store and get something for Gerard before he started the drive to Mikey's house.
Gerard's morning was much worse. He woke up at five a.m. and puked his guts out in Mikey's bathrrom.
Mikey came running in to see what was wrong and sighed. "Morning sickness?"
Gerard sniffed and nodded. "I need Billie."
"You want me to call him?"
"Yes please." Gerard managed to choke out before he leaned back over the toilet bowl and vomitted.
Mikey grimaced and walked out of the room, pulling his phone out to call Billie when he saw the texts from him.
Tell Gerard Im sorry. Be there in half an hour.
"He's already on his way, Gee. He'll be here in thirty minutes, okay?"
Gerard wiped his eyes and snivelled. "Okay..."
"Do you need anything?"
"No..." He mumbled, sittting back and trying to savor one of the short moments between the nausea.
Mikey bit his lip and walked away. He could just kick Billie for hur