The Shy Saint Jimmy (Greenday FanFiction)

A deep breath fills your lungs as you push open the door to Green Day's backstage dressing room, the remnants of adrenaline still humming in your veins. The sounds of conversation and laughter spill out before you even step inside, the room alive with the afterglow of the performance. The energy is electric yet comfortable, like a storm that has finally settled but still crackles with residual charge.

The moment you step inside, all eyes turn toward you. Billie Joe is sprawled across one of the couches, his guitar resting beside him, while Mike and Tré occupy the chairs nearby, drinks in hand. They're still riding the high of the concert, faces glowing with exhilaration and pride.

"Oh my god... that... was AMAZING!" you exclaim, the sheer excitement bursting from you like a firework.

Billie Joe grins, pushing himself up slightly. "Thank you, sweetheart. We gave it everything we had out there. The crowd was insane tonight."

"Not just that! The Offspring too!" you add, still breathless from the experience. "That was such a perfect mix. Seriously, what a concert!"

Tré, ever the animated one, throws his hands in the air. "Right?! Two legendary bands, same stage, same night. That's history, babe! You could feel the crowd losing their minds."

Mike nods, lifting his drink in a silent toast. "That was something special. Nights like this remind me why we do this."

You glance around the room, taking in their satisfied exhaustion. "So, you guys got anything else on the agenda before we leave the venue?"

Billie Joe stretches, rolling his shoulders before shaking his head. "Nah, just hanging out for a bit, letting it all sink in. What about you?"

A knowing smile tugs at your lips. "Dude. The after-party. We planned it, and everything's set."

Tré's face lights up instantly, practically vibrating with excitement. "Hell yeah! That's what I'm talking about!"

Mike chuckles, setting his drink down. "Wouldn't miss it."

Billie Joe's smirk is lazy but full of mischief. "Ah, yeah. Almost forgot about that. Where's it at? Management give you the details?"

You watch as he reaches for a stack of flyers, flipping through them before pulling out the one in question. He holds it up, giving it a once-over before handing it to you. "Here. Private venue, just a few blocks from here. Should be a good time."

Your eyes scan the details before you fold the paper and tuck it into your pocket. "Nice. I think it's only fair we take the holiday car?"

Billie considers this, then nods. "Yeah, that works. We'll all ride together, make an entrance. Party on wheels, baby."

A spark of excitement runs through you as you snap your fingers. "Oh, I know the perfect song to play on the way there."

Billie Joe laughs, his eyes gleaming as he pushes himself up off the couch. "Alright, Nova, you've got my attention. Let's hit the road and see what you've got."

Mike and Tré are already on their feet, stretching and shaking off the fatigue of the show, their enthusiasm for the night ahead infectious.

Mike slaps a hand on Billie's shoulder. "Let's do this."

Tré claps his hands together, a wicked glint in his eye. "Party time, baby! Let's make some memories!"

As you all make your way out of the dressing room, the buzz of the concert still lingers in the air. But now, the night is just beginning.

The car hums to life as Tré turns the key, the engine purring beneath the electric energy buzzing between all of you. Mike leans forward, fiddling with the stereo while Tré drums his fingers on the wheel in anticipation. You slide into the backseat next to Billie, your hand naturally slipping into his as he gives it a gentle squeeze.