|:|A Shoulder to Cry On |:| A Billie Joe Armstrong Love Story |:| [oo1]

JUST SHUT UP!! WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO LIVE HERE ANYMORE!?! I'VE WANTED OUT OF THIS PLACE SINCE I WAS 16!!" I screamed at my mother. "DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME MISSY!! YOU ARE 22 YEARS OLD AND YOU CAN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND DO THINGS BY YOURSELF!" Mom screamed back. I sighed and said calmy, "Ok I'll do something by myself." With an open hand I swung it across my mother's face. She yelped and I dropped my hand. I backed out of the room. I stumbled over my dog. "Damn dog." I muttered. I swung the door open and started running. I was running for about an hour and I wasn't going to stop. As I was running I was thinking; thinking about the things that I should've done better to my parents. I wasn't paying any attention to what was happening until I ran into something. I went to step back but I tripped and fell, hitting my head and right arm.

"OH MY GOD! I'm soo sorry." A male exclaimed, helping me up. I kept my eyes to the ground. "It's fine I wasn't looking where I was going." I said. I looked up and stared into stunning green eyes. I gasped, I knew those eyes. "A-are--your-- I cant beleive-- BILLIE JOE!" I stammered over my words. He nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well I see you know my name, I just don't know yours." He said. The sound of his voice just sent a wonderful gust of shivers through my body.

"M-My n-n-ame i-is K-Kat." I said stuttering. He chuckled. "Nice to meet you K-Kat." He said mokingly. I giggled. I looked at him for a while. "Well, sorry again." I said walking off. He grabbed my wrist. "Wait." He pleaded. I stopped and turned around. "Your bleeding, let me help you clean that up." He said motioning to my right arm. I nodded and walked with him. He never let go of my wrist. I smiled, I was living my dream.

We got to a van which I presumed to be his. I looked at it and saw another familiar face, Tre Cool's. I gasped and smiled again. Tre opened the door and let us come in. "Who is the smoking babe?" Tre asked. Billie Joe rolled his eyes. "This is Kat." He introduced me. I shyly waved. Tre looked at my arm. "Let me help you with that." He said. "I got it Tre." Billie Joe said. I watched Tre pout. I giggled and looked around the van I gasped as I saw the drums fully set up.

"You like 'em?" Tre asked. I nodded. "The drums are awesome!" I said warming up to these guys. "Well, let me clean you up and I'm pretty sure Tre will let you use his drums." Billie Joe said. Tre nodded excitedly. I nodded and giggled. After he wrapped my arm with an ACE bandage I looked over to the drums. Billie Joe was talking to Tre. "Fine! Go Ahead." Billie Joe scoffed. Tre's eyes lit up and walked towards me. "Right this way Ms. Kat." he said leading me to the drums. He grabbed my waist and lifted me up over the seat and set me down. I laughed and grabbed the drumsticks. "You know how to do it?" He asked in my ear. I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him away. I heard Billie Joe chuckle under his breath.

I started playing "Holiday" by green day. Billie joe smiled and started singing. I smiled and continued to play until Mike Dirnt pulled the covers off of his face and yelled, "I'm trying to sleep!!!" I looked at Billie Joe and he nodded grabbing his guitar. He started strumming really loud and I started freestyle drumming. Mike just flashed us the finger and pulled the covers back over his head. I laughed with Tre and Billie Joe. "You want anything to drink?" Tre asked. "A beer if you have any." He nodded and tossed a bottle of Bud. I popped the cap and started drinking. I walked and sat down by Billie Joe. "Well you better get home, I'll walk you." He said. I lowerd my eyes and put on a grim face. "I don't have one. Folks just kicked me out today." I said. "What'd you do?" Tre asked.
"slapped my mom across her face and she didn't like me smoking in the house but I did anyways." I confessed. Helaughed. "You can hang with us for a while." Billie Joe said. "Ok, but first, walk with me?" I asked Billie. He nodded and started walking down an alley.

"Cig?" he asked. I nodded and grabbed one from his hand. I flicked my lighter and exhaled a big puff of smoke. He did the same. I shook my head and took the cigarette from my mouth. "I'm trying to quit, you should too, your going to ruin your amazing voice." i said. He smiled, "Thanks but no." Isighed and took the cigarette from his mouth. He scoffed and went to grab the pack of cigarettes. "Where'd they go?" He mummbled. I shot a sly grin. "You mean these?" I asked holding up his pack of cigarettes. "Give 'em back." He said. I shook my head and aimed them towards the dumpsters. "Don't or your gonna pay." He said semi playfully. I stuck my tounge out and chucked them. "Ohh that's it." He said 100% playfully. I squealed and startedrunning. He started running to. He quickly caughtup to me. I turned, and playfully pushed him. He grabbed my waist, pulling me down with him. I laughed and supported my weight on my hands.
We stared at eachother for a while then Trewalked up to us, obviously following us. "Hey love birds! Cmon weve got a long ways to go! We gotta get back to the van." He yelled. I jumped up and held out my hand for Billie Joe. He declined my hand and got up by pulling himself up with my waist. He held my hand and we walked back to the van. "I owe you." I whispered. "Yeah a new pack of cigs." He said jokeingly. "Not only that but for letting me hang with you guys." I said. He smiled slyly. "I know what you can do. I'll tell you tomarrow."
"Ok." I smiled.