Billie Joe, will you be my Daddy?, chapter 1

~Taylor's P. O. V. ~
We used to be a few small town girls with big dreams and open minds. We worshipped punk, metal, and rock bands. We were the kids the doctors always asked do you have problem's making friends? My friends and I looked like we would bite your head off if you glanced our way, but really we were sweet and innocent. We always got good grades (okay most of us I hated math anything with numbers). In the eighth grade they asked us all to make projects that we thought we could make money off of. We designed a bar slash apartment/hotel. And now seven years later we run the biggest money making attraction in the surrounding area.
"Taylor come on, we don't want to miss the rush!" A voice yells to me from across the room. It's Vicki; she's already in her uniform. As a group we decided that working at our own place would be awesome, Vicki, Sam and I are waitresses, Becky and the Kim's are bar tenders. I pull on my skintight miniskirt over my Lacey underwear. My outfit was a black skirt, black shirt and white tie, and to off set my pale skin I wore a black wig over my normal hair.
"Coming Vick!" I yelled, she had just finished putting on her makeup. She had tight pinstripe short shorts, a pinstripe halter-top and a blood red tie. I rushed out into the already crowded bar, Vicki just steps behind me. Becky was already taking orders in her electric blue spandexish one piece dress and a bright yellow tie.
"Tay, take the VIP section tonight and you guys sing in fifteen." Becky called to me, I nodded and rollerbladed over to the VIP section. There was a young girl inside she said her name was Ramona.
"What can I get you darling?" I said, being my normal self, when her drunk boyfriend or father came along I'd act different as all the waitresses did. We were often called sluts behind our backs, always enticing the men to drink more, though most of us were virgins.
"Ummm, my daddy wants to know when the group that sings requests goes on." She said in an airy tone. I smiled at her and ruffled her hair.
"We go on in fifteen. How 'bout I get you a kiddy cocktail on the house okay pumpkin?" She nodded to me looking at me with huge eyes, and when I left she pulled out a cell phone "Fifteen minutes daddy..." She said softly into the phone. I went up the bar, Kimo slide up to me. All of us had to wear rollerblades.
"Whaddya need speed?" She asked while making four other drinks. I smiled at her in her perfectly Billie Joe look, out of all of us she had captured the punk look. It had been her idea to go with the punk look, it had of course worked perfectly.
"I need a kiddy cocktail in the VIP section, and we may be getting some heavy hitters tonight, sent the daughter in first." The cocktail was ready in seconds, Kimo was one of the best mixers we had. I took it back over to the little girl, now there was a man sitting besides her. He looked vaguely familiar but I didn't care to pry.
"Here sweetie, enjoy the show." I said handing her the cocktail. She smiled at me and as I walked away a hand touched my butt. I didn't mind, a single father was bait for me and mine, as long as they bought drinks then I didn't care what they did.

~Kimo's P. O. V. ~
I needed to get ready for the show. I let Kim W, finish with the drinks. I ran backstage and smeared on my black lip liner and lipstick. I switched from my black and orange bar outfit into a black and red plaid suit. I spiked up my hair, I hadn't had long hair since I was in high school, when I thought that guys only went for girls with long hair, boy was I wrong. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror short, spiky black hair, lots of black eye liner and lipstick. I was ready for my debut as a punk princess.
I grabbed my crimson electric guitar, opened my box of guitar picks and selected the one I had gotten at my first Green Day concert. I placed it in my mouth as a strummed absently on the strings. This was what I had always dreamed, I was so ready for this.
I walked out and our regulars cheered, Taylor was beside me her black and white guitar reflecting the lights from the bar. Kim W, and Becky were already at their drums a blue one and an orange set. Sam and Vicki were just hooking up their matching base guitars. Taylor and I walked on stage, the regulars chanted even louder. We plugged in out amps and started into the chorus of Poprocks and Coke.

~Vicki's P. O. V. ~

The first note that I hit on the base sent a shiver up my spine. It electrified me I was pumped. Taylor had told us as the Kim's were getting ready that there might be some heavy hitters in the crowd. That had mattered to me when I first took the stage, but as soon as I plugged into my amp and strummed that first chord, none of it matters anymore. It was just me the girls and our instruments playing our souls out to this audience. My red tips flashed in front of my face and I felt my belly button ring become exposed as well as my tattoo that read "Green Day 4Eva" and had a heart grenade in the back round, a recent one since the American Idiot tour had just ended. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam, I nodded to her and we both grabbed our Mike's

~Sam's P. O. V. ~

I played along with Vicki, I could see my recently dyed tips out of the corner of my eye. As my head bobbed along with the beat that Kim and Becky were already setting up on their double bass drums, my assortment of earrings jingled. Sixteen, I had sixteen piercing in all on my ears. Eight on each side, and each hole supported a large hoop. I clacked my tongue ring against my gums as my powerful base's sound filled the room. Vicki and I were the wild girls, we would run across the stage at odd moments sometimes we even jumped into the crowd. Vicki and I grabbed our mics at the same time.
"Are you ready for the best musical experience you've ever had!" We screamed, the locals and the not so local screamed a loud yes. Then we switched from being loud and crazy to mild and timid. "Shout out your requests."


~Kim W. 's P. O. V. ~

I pummeled the base, Becky and I kept perfect time while making it sound random. My orange snare reveled in the attention I was giving it, he loved making noise. I used my cowbell and chimes often; Becky was all cymbals. I flashed the crowd and Becky a smile showing my pearly whites. My head bobbed uncontrollably with the music showing off my natural red hair with its not so natural black streaks. I yelled when I heard Becky's voice and pounded on my piccolo snare, she didn't get, as much use as my regular boy but her high voice was good to keep a crowd riled. As we launched into another song (Hell's Bells by ACDC), I used my full range of motion to get in all my babies, especially the toms, they made the cleanest sound and I loved them.

~Becky's P. O. V. ~

I crashed as many cymbals as I possibly could. We had an explosive sound. I glanced at Kim W, and she smiled back. My blue wig reflected the stage lights, making me see everything in blue. I laughed and yelled with the crowd as we ended Poprocks and Coke. My silver high-hats were as clear as any of Kim's bells, and when I heard her piccolo snare Betty I chimed in with my littlest cymbals. My blue snare cut a sound that he only made when we were in front of a crowd. I held tightly to my tape wrapped sticks and pounded harder, my yellow tie came undone so in the moment's rest I had I tied it in with my wig to keep it out of my eyes. Soon we were back in playing a request that we always got on Saturday, Hell's Bells was a favorite of those who got up with hangovers to go to church.

~Taylor's P. O. V. ~

My black wig heated during the set. I let Kim take over the rest and went to the VIP room. There were three men sitting there the little girl had gone. The man that had been with the girl stood up.
"Are you the waitress that gave my little girl the drink?" He asked, where had I seen him before. He looked so familiar. His smile, the way he dressed. I nodded slowly.
"Yep. She looked lonely and I figured hey why not wait for her daddy to come and say thanks." I flashed my award-winning smile, two years of braces to make all the guys melt. He pulled out a fifty. I'm sure that my normally huge green eyes popped out even more. I laughed softly and shook my head.
"It was on the house." One with black hair stood up, he was my height without my heels on. His green eyes hit me like a floodgate had burst and then I remembered where I had seen these guys. They were Green Day, the band we based our entire club on.
"I loved your set but don't you guys write your own stuff." Billie Joe said to me, I felt my heat skip a beat.
"We do but the regulars and the guys from out of town love when we play requests." She saw that they all had wandering eyes and that made her self-conscious, even though many men had done it before.
"Are you done? You did very well." Billie's eyes were focused on one thing I coughed slightly and smiled.
"Thank you. I only play some nights, and warm ups are my favorites, so yeah I'm done." I didn't want him to turn his eyes, and he didn't.
"Sit with us." Billie said his eyes penetrating mine. I sat down next to him and pulled off my wig. I let my long blonde hair fall on my shoulders in delicate curls.
"So how long have you guys been playing?" Mike asked sipping one of Kimo's specials, a Vodkabomb.
"We've played since we opened the club seven years ago, but back then we called ourselves The Green Gals, and all we played were your songs, but now we're Kitten's and we play everything." Tre made a noise of surprise.
"Seven years, and how old are you?" I smiled at him, he would be drunk quick it only made me think of his daughter.
"19, I'm the youngest besides for Kim and Sam, they're both eighteen still." They made noises of disbelief; I giggled softly until I felt a hand on my leg. It was steady, cold and full of lust.
"Hey guys you want to give me some space." Billie asked, I already knew who's hand it was as I made a move to leave he pulled me closer on the booth. Tre and Mike both nodded and left, shutting the door behind them. The breathing on my neck was unbearable he stunk of alcohol, vodka and whiskey. His hand roamed up and down her leg.
"Sorry... I umm.. I've got to go..." I was in shock, this wasn't the Billie I had always dreamed about. "You have a wife!" I nearly shouted, but a mouth attaching itself to mine cut me off. I squirmed away just as a liquor-covered tongue went in my mouth. He looked at me and pulled out a fifty.
"Look my wife's back at home. I'm drunk and lonely, I heard that the girls here gave a good ride." His speech was beginning to slur, he took an other drink.
"Me and mine don't sleep around, if we do have sex it's with men we love." I stood up and he pulled me back down, he wrapped his arms around me. I slapped him as hard as I could and he let go. I stood up and glared down at him. He looked up at me with eyes that said 'I don't know what's going on, ' and 'I'm sorry that I was stupid' at the same time. Just as I was about to leave he stood up and then fell over. He had collapsed into a heap on the floor. Besides for the wanting me to have sex with him thing I really had nothing against him. I pulled him off the floor and in the fireman's hold took him to my car. I laid him in the back seat turned on the American Idiot CD and drove him back to my place where he would spend the night and the next day sobering up.

~Billie's P. O. V. ~

I woke up in a soft bed. Yum, the sheets smelled so good. I rolled over and opened my eyes. Fuck, its bright out. Once my eyes had adjusted I saw a woman sitting in a rocking chair. She looks familiar, but I'm not going to think about it, a whore's a whore right? I staggered out of the bed and then looked at myself, I still had my spongebob boxers on, if I had slept with her I'd still be nude.
"Umm.. Do I know you?" I asked, disgusted at the taste in my mouth. She looked up at me and smiled, I was hit immediately by her green eyes. She walked across the room and pulled my arm up. I wanted to pull it back but my motor functions weren't working to well.
"These are for you, take two every four hours and drink lots of water, you must be hungry so I hope that you like eggs or Peanut Butter Crunch." When she walked away I was compelled to follow, who was this girl.
I followed her to a kitchen were a little boy sat at the table. He grinned at me as I came in, I smiled back and wondered where was the husband. I sat at the table and a plate of eggs and bacon smiling at me was pushed in front of my drooping head, along with a glass of water.
"Thanks..." I mumbled and took the pills and drank the water. I tucked into my food pretty well after that, but I always looked back to the girl. She was patient with her son, he spilled his milk and she laughed. He put ketchup-ish fingers on her face and she just whipped it away and licked his fingers clean. When the boy was done she set him down.
"Go and play in your room Junior while mommy talks with the drunk." He giggled and pointed a finger at me. He ran away from the talbe screaming "DRUNK!" at the top of his lungs. The girl sat down and began to eat her cereal and drink her tea.
"I'm not a drunk." I said defensively, when she looked up I was once again caught in her eyes, and then her lushes lips as she smiled.
"Well what else should I expect from a man who tried to pay me to have sex last night... When he's married and she's a single mother for shame." She was scolding me, this woman who was obviously a whore was scolding 'ME! '
"Look I appreciate it, but if you want the money I'll pay you when you tell me where my pants are." She glared at me.
"Where in the wash they're are covered in vomit, you'll get them later." She was high and mighty I wanted to scream at her instead I decided to insult her.
"Well you're a good whore, but I usually don't go for girls with kids." I was about to laugh when I felt fingers go hot against my face. She was standing above me, her breasts popping out of her shirt, her hand raised and her eyes filled with tears. Tears, form a whore? No way in hell.
"You... Ugg... Mother Fucker! How dare you come into my house and insult me. I was married, I was fifteen when I had Junior, and then I was married to his father. We loved each other but he was killed in the war. Don't come in and tell me I'm a whore when your the jackass who tries to pick up nineteen year old girls." Shit, she was a widow. I had tried to fuck a widow in my drunken state and then I called her a whore. I stood up and opened my arms.
"I'm sorry... I just got confused..." She pushed me away at first but soon she was crying in my arms. "What's his name?" I asked, she looked up at me and my heart broke as I looked into those eyes.
"Michael, Michael Robert Headlee."

~Michael's P. O. V. ~

"I like the man, Mister Bear. Even if mommy calls him a drunk, maybe he'll be my new daddy, since the old one went to heaven to be with god. I want a new daddy, everybody at school has one and I don't, and he looks nice like daddy he even has the same hair color. Mister Bear I really, really want a new daddy and I'm gonna tell mommy later."