Rock And Roll Girlfriend, chapter 2

*Billie Joe's pov*

While we are playing, all I can think about is after we are done. Taylor looks like a party girl so we are going to have so much fun. I wonder if she has a boyfriend...maybe I'll ask her after the set is over.

I made myself look like such a moron before. God! She probably thinks I'm a freak for rambling on like that. Oh well. Only one more song for us to play until we are done. It was 1000 Hours. Damn, I thought about her and looked ate her the whole entire time.

"Thank You. We're Green Day. Rock on!!!" I shouted being glad that I could hang out with Taylor and her friends.

"Billie, ohmygod, you guys we're great!" Taylor screeched as she flung her arms around me into a hug. I hugged her back. I couldn't help myself but smell her hair. It smelt pretty, like a girls hair should smell. I thought the blue in her hair was so awesome. I should try dying my hair blue sometime.

"Thank you very, very much," I replied to her. I smiled uncontrollably. Billie stop smiling you idiot! She is gonna think that you are a moron. You stupid son of a bitch! Okay, I should stop mentally talking to my self. I'm a regular basket case. Huh, good title for a song. I'll work on that later.

"So. Billie Joe. Ha! That rhymes. Well, anyway, wanna dance?" Taylor asked me in a sweet voice.

"Yea, I'll kill myself if I pass up an opportunity like that!" I told her while grabbing her and leading her into the mosh pit. They were playing the Operation Ivy song Knowledge.

"Shit! I love this song! Don't you just love this song? Operation Ivy rocks socks!" Taylor said.

"Operation Ivy is my FAVORITE band. We cover this song. Wanna hear us play it sometime?"

"Fuck yes."

We continued dancing around. After about an hour we were pretty tired. We sat on a couch in one of the other rooms. I draped my arm around her shoulder. She seemed like she didn't care. SCORE!

*Taylor's pov*

Billie Joe has his arm around my shoulder. I love this. We have so much in common. We both like Operation Ivy, playing guitar, and punk music. We both hate the government, hip hop, and math. I actually want to graduate high school. I have the top marks in the school. Last year Billie Joe dropped out like my friend Emma is bout to do.

"Billie Joe want a drink or something?" I flirtatiously asked him. Flirting is one of the best things I'm good at, besides playing the guitar and writing.

"Sure," He said smiling. He went to get up.

"Don't worry. I'll get it. What do you want?"

"A beer. Thank you so much. I'll be here waiting for you to get back."

"No problem," I said. As I got up, I made certain that he could see my thong. I looked back over my shoulder. His eyes we now staring as my ass. See, I told you that flirting is my specialty.

I walked up to the bar, only to see Kathleen with Green Day's drummer Tre Cool drinking something weird. When I asked Tre what it was, he said it was a Cheech. I'll just stick with a beer like Billie Joe.

When I got back Billie Joe was smiling. I love his smile. He seems to smile a lot. That's a good thing.

"Here's your beer." I handed him his beer and sat down on his lap. I noticed that I was a good two inches taller than him. Good thing I'm wearing my converse. If I were wearing my rocking 5 inch platform boots, I'd have to look down to talk, or kiss him.

"Since when has my lap been reserved for your big butt?" Billie Joe asked playfully.

"What's wrong with my big butt?" I said, pretending to be offended.

"Nothing at all. It's sexy. I love it." He said. Wow, I think he was serious.

I buried my head into the crook of his neck. He smells good. Yummy. As a joke, I started to lick his neck. Tee hee.

"OH! Taylor! Stop it! Ha that tickles. I'm serious. You're gonna get it!" he threatened me as he started laughing uncontrollably.

"I'd like to see you try," I told him. Just then, he picked me up off his lap, laid me down on the couch, and straddled me. He then ticked me without any hint of mercy. Yea, real nice if you ask me.

"Billie *gasp* Joe! Stop it *gasp* Right *gasp* now! I am too ticklish for my own good! AHHH! Billie... If you don't stop then I will *gasp* just *gasp* have to kiss *gasp* you!" With that comment, I even surprised myself. Now I didn't want him to stop if it meant me kissing him. I was seriously out of breath.

"Not unless I kiss you first," said Billie Joe. He came down on top of me and pressed his lips onto mine real gently. Even though it lasted only a few seconds, it was the best kiss of my life. He had soft lips (yay!) and good breathe despite the fact that he was drinking (a plus).

"Gaa-aa." That's new. The only word I could form after the kiss was not even a real word at all.

"Yes, I know. My kisses often make girls speechless. Don't fell like an ass," Billie Joe said jokingly. I twisted my big tee-shirt that I had next to me (I had a tank top on DUH) and whipped him with it.

"Dirty. I like it!" Billie Joe's comment mad us both go into a fit of laughter.

"What are you guys laughing about?" Mike asked as he came walking over to the couch. My face was bright red.

*Mike's pov*

I sat down on the couch next to Billie Joe. He and Taylor were laughing their asses off. It was good to see him laugh. He never usually laughs. Not since Adrienne, his old girlfriend broke up with him and got engaged to someone else.

"O man, it's nothing. You won't get it," Taylor said. Damn, she was completely out of breath. I wouldn't be surprised if Billie fucked her just now.

"What we're you guys doing when I was gone. Nothing too dirty I hope!"

That caused Billie Joe and Taylor to start cracking up again. O boy, if him liking her is going to mean lots of crazy laughter, I better get ear plugs.

"Nothing too out of the ordinary," Taylor said. "Just talking, drinking a little, having a tickling fight ending up in Billie Joe kissing me and me whipping him with my shirt. He called me dirty and then that's about when you walked in."

"That's not too unusual,' I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Well, compared to what Tre does, that is extremely normal.

"Shit! What time is it? I have to get home my mom would kill me!" Taylor exclaimed, grabbing her stuff and putting her other shirt on.

"I'll drive you home," Billie Joe offered. They both went outside to his car.

* Billie Joe's pov*

We walked outside. It was really cold so I gave Taylor my sweatshirt.

"Thanks," Taylor mumbled as she struggled putting it over her head. She was so cute.

We got into the car and drove in silence. The only noise was Taylor giving my directions to her house sleepily.

"Hey, Taylor, we're at your house. Wake up," I said quietly.

"Thanks Billie Joe. Tonight was great." After she said that, she kissed me. She grabbed a pen and paper out of her purse and she gave me her number.

"Lets go out tomorrow. Call me. Goodnight!" She got out of the car and opened her front door. Tonight was amazing. I really like her.