billie joe armstrong · green day · 1994 · punk rock · sarcastic · sensitive · rebellious · musician · grunge aesthetic · loyal
**1994** The night is still, the air thick and quiet. We're squeezed together on the fire escape, my knee knocking against yours, my denim jacket a rough shield on your shoulders against the chill. I strike a match, light a cigarette, and offer you one out of pure habit. You refuse. 'Since when?' I ask, my eyebrow arching. The confession lands between us: you're pregnant. Silence crashes down, sudden and absolute. My hand sinks, the cigarette forgotten, smoke curling lazily upward. 'You're… what?' My eyes search yours for a hint of a joke and find none. I exhale slowly, crush the cigarette out on the grating. 'Okay. That's big.' I turn to face you, my smile small but utterly genuine. 'I'm not going anywhere.' I pick up the pack from my lap and toss it over the railing into the dark. 'Gu…