Who Loves Ya Babe? Billie Joe That's Who!, chapter 1

(6 years earlier)


"Come on mum, I NEED the money." I was practically begging my mum.

"No Megan, you need to get help! Please for your dying fathers sake. Get some help!"

Before I continue I shall explain. My name is Megan Lloyd but I like Meg better. I'm 9 years old and my Dad is in the hospital for a brain tumor that's slowly killing him. I hate that he's going to die, my dad is the only one in my family who understands me. I'm just like him in everyway, I have his jet black hair and his green eyes with specks of brown. I have five brothers and sisters, Charles who's 16, Emma who's 15, Benjamin who's 13, Alexandra who's 11, and Jessica, who's 7. My attitude is 'vile' as my proper mum puts it, but that is yet another thing I can thank my dad for. The reason I need money so badly is because I'm a drug addict, I do coke, heroin, and meth. I hang out with the wrong crowd at school which explains the drugs. My family is filthy rich so my mum can afford my drugs, I'm not saying she's a bad mum but I steal the money from her so she doesn't give it to me. She wants me to go to rehab but I like the feeling I get from the drugs too much.




(Present day - 1987)


"Megan we're so proud of you!" My mum smiled her signature smile which I got too. I'm at my family's London mansion we are celebrating me getting out of rehab (successfully that is)

"Thanks everyone. I'm really happy I did this." I wasn't sure what to really say. I wish that my dad was here, he would be so fucking proud of me. I honestly think this is the proudest my mum has ever been of me, I'm the rebel of the family, I do everything your parents tell you not to do (like drugs! )

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After the party my mum pulled me aside she said she had a surprise for me. "Megan you how Charles, Emma and Benjamin are going to UC Berkeley for college?"

"Yea I know it sucks." I'm very close to my brothers and sisters.

"Well... I've arranged for you to move out there with them and go to high school in California. What do think about it?"

My jaw dropped to the floor literally! "WHAT?!" I screamed. "Why are you making me move?!"

My mum frowned. "Because you can't hang around those kids who got you into drugs you'll just end up back in rehab!" My mum was uber pissed. "

"I... I... I... ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG!" I couldn't find the words to say. I couldn't believe my mum would do this to me! I hated her! I ran to my room and slammed the door even though my mum hated it.

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A few days later all my things where shipped to Berkeley along with my brothers and sister. So my mum dropped me off at the airport on my own. The plane ride so long and boring that I just slept most of the time. Finally the plane landed in Berkeley. I got off and got my luggage and walked outside I scanned the parking lot for my brothers new car but I couldn't find it, I got worried that they forgot about me and I felt the paranoia sink in but I wasn't going to have an attack in public so I took long deep breaths then I saw Charles's car, I smiled and ran over to the trunk. Benny helped with my stuff and we got in the car and drove to our new house.

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"Meg this is your room." Emma opened a door to a room that had all my furniture in it. I dropped all my shit on the bed and got to work unpacking and moving shit around. After that I was tired so I went to sleep.

"Meg get up!"

"Mmmmmhhhhfffff"" Emma sighed. "Meg I know you don't want to go to a new school but you have to go or mum will kill me. So get up ok?"

I sighed. "Ok ok ok I'm up." I got up and went to the bathroom. I did my shit in their and went back to my room to get dressed. I put on my favorite pair of black and red bondage pants and my sex pistols t-shirt and of course my converse. I did my eyeliner and grabbed my bag and was out the door waiting for the bus.

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"Hi my name is Megan Lloyd, I'm new." The woman at the front desk looked up and called the principal who showed me to my homeroom and gave me my schedule and map.

"Oh you must be the new student." My homeroom teacher Mr. Mahigian seemed ok. That's when I noticed this guy staring at me. He looked really depressed till he saw me that is. "You can sit behind Mr. Pritchard." The homeroom teacher pointed to a boy with spiky blonde hair, he was sitting next to a boy with light brown hair which was also spiked. Behind that kid was the boy who wouldn't stop staring at me. I walked over to the seat and sat down, because we were in the back the teacher didn't hear us talking.

The blonde haired boy turned around to look at me. "Hi, I'm Mike Dirnt."

"But the teacher called you Mike Pritchard. Didn't he?" I thought I was going crazy and I guess Mike and the two other boys thought so too by the look they gave me.

"Well that's my real last name but I like Dirnt better." He smiled at me.

"Oh, well as you probably know I'm Meg." One of the other boys laughed and I frowned. "What's so funny?" the boy stopped.

"Oh nothing, I'm Tre Cool by the way." I smiled at him.

"Cool." The last boy seemed really shy because Mike had to elbow him to talk.

"OW Mike!" Mike, Tre and I laughed. The boy sighed. "I'm Billie Joe Armstrong." His face turned red as he spoke. I smiled at him, I think he likes me, but them again I saw like every boy staring at me.

"Hey Billie boy why ya turning red?" Mike and Tre laughed. I had this feeling like I knew Billie my whole life and I knew I was in love, which is why I did what I did.

"Awwww Mike, Tre leave Billie alone." I got up and walked over to the desk right behind Billie's. "Billie I know just how to make you feel much better." I smiled as I kissed Billie Joe. Mike and Tre smiled at each other and Tre wiggled his eyebrows.

"Someone is getting laid tonight."

"TRE!" Billie and I yelled at the same time. But we were too late the teacher saw us and....

"Miss. Lloyd, Mr. Armstrong go to the ISS room now!" Oh shit mum will be pissed.

Later that night

"Meg you don't know how lucky you are that mum isn't here." I stared at Emma.

"Yes I do Emma, trust me I do."

Emma just sighed and shook her head, I hated how she was so much like mum, and it sickened me in many ways. "Meg are you listening to me?" Just like mum.

"Yeah I'm listening." Emma sighed once again.

"I'm not going to do this anymore, go to your room." Ooooooo she's getting all mumish.

"I was going there anyway." Emma just frowned at me and walked away, pissed off of course. I walked up to my room like there was nothing wrong, because as far as I was concerned there was nothing wrong. I changed into my night clothes which was shorts and a tank top. I tried to sleep but couldn't, there was too many things going on in my mind. Mum, Emma, Billie Joe, my Dad, Drugs... I sat bolt right in my bed. "Drugs? Why the fuck was I thinking about drugs, they got me into this mess in the first place!" Oh my god, I just said that out loud didn't I? I got my answer.

"Meg are you doing drugs again?!" Emma said through the door.

"No Emma I'm not doing drugs stop fucking worrying."

"Meg don't talk to me like that!"

I was getting pissed. "Why shouldn't I? You're not my mum!"

Emma opened my bedroom door, she was angry. "DAMNIT MEG I KNOW I'M NOT MUM, BUT SHE WOULD WANT ME TO ACT LIKE HER! IT'S THE ONLY FUCKING WAY TO KEEP YOU IN LINE!"

I stood up. "WELL YOUR NOT DOING A VERY GOOD JOB, SEEING AS I GOT IN TROUBLE MY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!" Emma didn't know what to say, she wasn't really the fighting type.

She just said. "If I'm doing such a bad job than go."

My jaw dropped. She didn't just tell me to leave as in get out of the house did she? "You want me to leave?"

Emma shook her head. "We all do. Well most of us do." I saw Charles and Benny standing in the door way. Charles had the same look as Emma, but Benny looked sad I could tell who wanted me out and who didn't.

"Fine you want me out I'll go." Over the next few days I packed my things and looked for a house or apartment to move in to. Now I don't want you guys thinking that my family is evil or something, they are all very nice (opposite of me for the most part) but ever sense my Dad died I've pushed everyone away who tried to help me, and that's why I got kicked out because I push everyone away and I don't blame my family for what they did.

A week later

I have a new apartment that I can call home, I don't have very many things, only my bed, a dresser, night table, chair and an old couch that Benny gave me. Of course I have a kitchen table and a TV and some other end tables and some lamps. (Courtesy of Emma and Charles. ) Their way of saying sorry I guess.