Yet another Green Day story where the author can't think of a Title., chapter 1
Some people think my life is made up when I describe it. I'm Ivy. Sometimes I find it kinda hard to believe! I mean, I live in a huge house, Scott House in my hometown, in Wales, with Green Day. GREEN DAY! I met Billie Joe on my holiday to California when I was 13, and we've been inseparable since. I'm now 25, and so is Billie Joe, and the rest of the band... I live there with my 5 friends, which includes Shirley, Donna, Tash, and Chris. Me, Donna, and Shirley are in a band called Broken Hearts and Razorblades, which Tash sometimes plays extra guitar in.
I hate mornings. I don't mind sunny mornings, which it was today, and I love to see Billie Joe when he's just waken up, his hair is a cute fluffy mess and his eyeliner from yesterday is still there, but it looks so cute. I admit, since I met him I knew he was amazing... But I haven't been able to tell him. Even after 12 fucking years of knowing him, I just, can't.
Anyway. I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, at 7am in the fricking morning (hey, I get up early; I don't have a clue why) and Christ... There he was. BJ. He was only in his boxers, with that cute look I was going on about before. I stopped in the doorway silently for a while, staring at him cooking a fry-up.
"Good Morning, Ivy!" he smiled cheekily. Oh fuck, he knows, doesn't he?
"Bore Da, Billie..." I whispered in Welsh, staring at the ground, blushing. Why do I have to stop and stare? Why can't I just tell him? I am the most pathetic human being on this earth. I'll play guitar and sing in front of about what, 100 people (Our band isn't signed yet) but I can't tell my best friend how I feel. Pathetic.
~~~~Billie Joe's POV~~~~
I know Ivy likes me. Everyone does, but she doesn't know that everyone knows. And no one knows that I love her. No one. Well, I've told Mike, he keeps teasing me about it. I can't fucking tell her, y'know? I need to. Now. At 7-fucking-AM-in-the-fricking-morning.
"Ivy?" I say, looking up at her gorgeous body then up to her delicate pale face.
"Mmhmm?" she mumbled, still embarrassed from when she was staring at me. This was my chance. Now. Just us two... Oh fucking hell, why does Mike have to peep his head around the door? He's there, grinning, as if he knows what I'm thinking.
"Er... Nothing... I'll tell you... Um... Later." I mumbled, sighing quietly. Ivy appears confused while walking out the door, into the living room.
"Hey Billie!" Mike said cheekily. Fucking hell, sometimes I really dislike him.
"What?" I said, sour.
"You were this close, weren't you? Just fucking tell her, dude!" he exclaimed.
"I was going to, until YOU came along. How did you get with Tash anyway?" I questioned. Mike and Tash had been going out for 5 months, they were like the perfect couple.
"I had the confidence to fucking TELL her, mate. Would you mind if I said it for you?" Mike asked.
"No, but thanks. What about you make sure no one comes to the living room while I TRY to tell her?" I asked.
"Alright then. I doubt Tré'll be up until 2PM anyway, and Chris... Well, I'll keep an eye on them all."
"Thanks, you're brilliant, Mike!" I smiled. This was it. I've been waiting 12 years. I walked into the living room, to see Ivy curled up on the sofa, with her gorgeous brown shiny hair covering half her face. I came up just behind the sofa.
"Ivy?" I asked.
"Yeah?" she looked up, smiling innocently.
"Y'know before I was gonna tell you something? Well..."
~~~~Ivy's POV~~~~
Billie Joe walked around the sofa I was sitting on and sat down close to me. I turned to face him smiling, while he looked serious. What's wrong with him? He's never usually that serious.
"I don't know how to say this, Ivy, but..."
What the hell is wrong with him? Has someone died or something? He started to lean in, looking nervous as hell, when he... Oh my God...
~~~~Billie's POV~~~~
I leaned in, kissing her. How else could I show it? I am useless at saying it. Our mouths collided softly, melting into each other as I cupped my hands on the sides of her face and she held me around the waist, after loosening up from the pure... Shock, of me doing that. This felt perfect, it was bliss for the both of us. I ignored both of our morning breath. I didn't care if anyone came in now. She knows. And I'm so fucking glad.
We broke away, both smiling, for what seems like forever.
"Billie... That was... So right. I've had feelings for you since we met..." Ivy whispered.
"Don't worry, Ivy, I knew... Everyone did." I smiled.
"They WHAT?" she quietly exclaimed, eyes wide. "Did you?"
"Well...!" I smiled to myself. She smiled as well, as I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her.
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~~~~Mike's POV~~~~
Waiting at the top of these stairs is so BORING. Are Billie and Ivy going to hurry up? I need to eat breakfast, for Christ' sake. I doubt anyone is going to come down anyway, it's 7:15 in the morning on Sunday, for God's sake. Then again, why am I awake? I want to go back to bed, back to Tash, stroking her soft dark blonde hair. She's so beautiful.
"Mike! What are you doing?" I hear a familiar voice whispering. I turn round, and see Tré fully dressed and showered. Good God!
"Better question is, Tré, is what are you doing?" I queried, raising an eyebrow.
"Looking for... Someone..." he mumbled, acting as if he didn't know.
"You're looking for Donna, aren't you?! Tré, you are obsessed with her!" I laughed. It was true, he loved her.
"How'd you guess?" he said; he gave in.
"It's kind of obvious. And do you think she'll be awake now? Unless she's trying to stalk you, of course!" I laughed.
"Well, you never know, do you?!" he exclaimed, trying to stand up for himself. It was pretty hilarious.
"I know where she could be," I said. "Probably still asleep, like you should be." I smiled sarcastically.
"Well, what are you doing, eh?" Tré asked, trying to sound like a smart ass.
"I can't tell you... Yet." I explained.
"And why?"
"Like I said, I can't tell you yet." I said.
"Pfft, whatever. I'm grabbing breakfast." Tré said. Typical. Thinking of his stomach second. He thinks of Donna first. Wait a second...
"TRÉ! You can't go downstairs!" I shouted, grabbing at him.
"And why not?" he shouted.
"Like I said, I can't tell you!" I said, struggling. Luckily, I saw Ivy and Billie walk past the stairs, holding hands. I guess it went well with them...
"Let go of me, dude!" he said, frustrated.
"Alright." I said, calming myself down and letting him go. Tré just raised an eyebrow. He shrugged it off and walked towards the kitchen. Billie and Ivy came to the staircase and began to walk up, staring at me with eyebrows raised the whole time. BJ just smiled at me, satisfied. I smiled back. They headed towards the upstairs lounge, holding hands, and kissing each other on the cheek as they went. I walked back to bed, greeted by Tash sleepily smiling at me. I climbed into bed, hugging her, and pulling her closer to kiss her.
I hate mornings. I don't mind sunny mornings, which it was today, and I love to see Billie Joe when he's just waken up, his hair is a cute fluffy mess and his eyeliner from yesterday is still there, but it looks so cute. I admit, since I met him I knew he was amazing... But I haven't been able to tell him. Even after 12 fucking years of knowing him, I just, can't.
Anyway. I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, at 7am in the fricking morning (hey, I get up early; I don't have a clue why) and Christ... There he was. BJ. He was only in his boxers, with that cute look I was going on about before. I stopped in the doorway silently for a while, staring at him cooking a fry-up.
"Good Morning, Ivy!" he smiled cheekily. Oh fuck, he knows, doesn't he?
"Bore Da, Billie..." I whispered in Welsh, staring at the ground, blushing. Why do I have to stop and stare? Why can't I just tell him? I am the most pathetic human being on this earth. I'll play guitar and sing in front of about what, 100 people (Our band isn't signed yet) but I can't tell my best friend how I feel. Pathetic.
~~~~Billie Joe's POV~~~~
I know Ivy likes me. Everyone does, but she doesn't know that everyone knows. And no one knows that I love her. No one. Well, I've told Mike, he keeps teasing me about it. I can't fucking tell her, y'know? I need to. Now. At 7-fucking-AM-in-the-fricking-morning.
"Ivy?" I say, looking up at her gorgeous body then up to her delicate pale face.
"Mmhmm?" she mumbled, still embarrassed from when she was staring at me. This was my chance. Now. Just us two... Oh fucking hell, why does Mike have to peep his head around the door? He's there, grinning, as if he knows what I'm thinking.
"Er... Nothing... I'll tell you... Um... Later." I mumbled, sighing quietly. Ivy appears confused while walking out the door, into the living room.
"Hey Billie!" Mike said cheekily. Fucking hell, sometimes I really dislike him.
"What?" I said, sour.
"You were this close, weren't you? Just fucking tell her, dude!" he exclaimed.
"I was going to, until YOU came along. How did you get with Tash anyway?" I questioned. Mike and Tash had been going out for 5 months, they were like the perfect couple.
"I had the confidence to fucking TELL her, mate. Would you mind if I said it for you?" Mike asked.
"No, but thanks. What about you make sure no one comes to the living room while I TRY to tell her?" I asked.
"Alright then. I doubt Tré'll be up until 2PM anyway, and Chris... Well, I'll keep an eye on them all."
"Thanks, you're brilliant, Mike!" I smiled. This was it. I've been waiting 12 years. I walked into the living room, to see Ivy curled up on the sofa, with her gorgeous brown shiny hair covering half her face. I came up just behind the sofa.
"Ivy?" I asked.
"Yeah?" she looked up, smiling innocently.
"Y'know before I was gonna tell you something? Well..."
~~~~Ivy's POV~~~~
Billie Joe walked around the sofa I was sitting on and sat down close to me. I turned to face him smiling, while he looked serious. What's wrong with him? He's never usually that serious.
"I don't know how to say this, Ivy, but..."
What the hell is wrong with him? Has someone died or something? He started to lean in, looking nervous as hell, when he... Oh my God...
~~~~Billie's POV~~~~
I leaned in, kissing her. How else could I show it? I am useless at saying it. Our mouths collided softly, melting into each other as I cupped my hands on the sides of her face and she held me around the waist, after loosening up from the pure... Shock, of me doing that. This felt perfect, it was bliss for the both of us. I ignored both of our morning breath. I didn't care if anyone came in now. She knows. And I'm so fucking glad.
We broke away, both smiling, for what seems like forever.
"Billie... That was... So right. I've had feelings for you since we met..." Ivy whispered.
"Don't worry, Ivy, I knew... Everyone did." I smiled.
"They WHAT?" she quietly exclaimed, eyes wide. "Did you?"
"Well...!" I smiled to myself. She smiled as well, as I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her.
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~~~~Mike's POV~~~~
Waiting at the top of these stairs is so BORING. Are Billie and Ivy going to hurry up? I need to eat breakfast, for Christ' sake. I doubt anyone is going to come down anyway, it's 7:15 in the morning on Sunday, for God's sake. Then again, why am I awake? I want to go back to bed, back to Tash, stroking her soft dark blonde hair. She's so beautiful.
"Mike! What are you doing?" I hear a familiar voice whispering. I turn round, and see Tré fully dressed and showered. Good God!
"Better question is, Tré, is what are you doing?" I queried, raising an eyebrow.
"Looking for... Someone..." he mumbled, acting as if he didn't know.
"You're looking for Donna, aren't you?! Tré, you are obsessed with her!" I laughed. It was true, he loved her.
"How'd you guess?" he said; he gave in.
"It's kind of obvious. And do you think she'll be awake now? Unless she's trying to stalk you, of course!" I laughed.
"Well, you never know, do you?!" he exclaimed, trying to stand up for himself. It was pretty hilarious.
"I know where she could be," I said. "Probably still asleep, like you should be." I smiled sarcastically.
"Well, what are you doing, eh?" Tré asked, trying to sound like a smart ass.
"I can't tell you... Yet." I explained.
"And why?"
"Like I said, I can't tell you yet." I said.
"Pfft, whatever. I'm grabbing breakfast." Tré said. Typical. Thinking of his stomach second. He thinks of Donna first. Wait a second...
"TRÉ! You can't go downstairs!" I shouted, grabbing at him.
"And why not?" he shouted.
"Like I said, I can't tell you!" I said, struggling. Luckily, I saw Ivy and Billie walk past the stairs, holding hands. I guess it went well with them...
"Let go of me, dude!" he said, frustrated.
"Alright." I said, calming myself down and letting him go. Tré just raised an eyebrow. He shrugged it off and walked towards the kitchen. Billie and Ivy came to the staircase and began to walk up, staring at me with eyebrows raised the whole time. BJ just smiled at me, satisfied. I smiled back. They headed towards the upstairs lounge, holding hands, and kissing each other on the cheek as they went. I walked back to bed, greeted by Tash sleepily smiling at me. I climbed into bed, hugging her, and pulling her closer to kiss her.
