Extraordinary Girl- A One Shot Song Fic, chapter 1
She's An Extraordinary Girl
In An Ordinary World
She Can't Seem To Get Away
"Maddie, can you please check on Mrs Lawrence before you leave tonight?" Adie asked the nurse at the front desk, shaking her long, fiery red hair from her eyes, "She seemed a little down before, and I wanna make sure she's OK. I'd go myself, but I promised Miss Bennet I'd drive her home."
The young nurse by the name of Maddie looked up from the clipboard she had been writing on. Smiling at Adie, she put her pen down.
"Sure," She answered, nodding at the woman standing before her, "You know Adie; I know that you're superwoman and everything, lives and being Miss Percocet and all, but do you ever, you know... blow off steam and have fun?" she inquired after the doctor, for she had never seen her relax, or take time for herself. She was always at the hospital, or volunteering somewhere else.
Adie smiled, looking down at the notepad that was resting on the nurse's station.
"No," she answered simply, scrawling her signature over a prescription pad, "For me, there aren't enough hours in the day to have fun or relax."
Then, snapping the pad shut, she slipped it into her lab coat pocket, straightening it as she did so.
"Page me if anything happens." She called to the nurse, who was watching her retreating figure disappear around the corridor.
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"Come on Miss Bennet," Adie said, offering her arm to the elderly woman to help her extract herself from the car.
"I've told you before sweet, call me Lizzie. Miss Bennet makes me feel older than I am," The aging woman said, taking the pro-offered arm.
"Lizzie then," The fiery haired woman corrected herself, beginning the path to the small red brick house where Miss Bennet lived.
"Bless you child," The older woman said as the attractive doctor helped her settle into an overstuffed armchair.
Lizzie Bennet sighed to herself softly in contentment, as she relaxed into the familiar feel of her favoured chair, watching the young woman in front of her arrange the belongings that scattered the room so they would be easier to access.
Adie smiled yet again as she offered Lizzie a list of contact numbers and addresses in case of emergency. Once she was assured she was no longer needed, she exited the house, her smile fading as the echoes of her footsteps reached her ears.
She never let on to those that surrounded her, that below her bubbly exterior, she was not who they assumed her to be.
She seated herself behind her steering wheel, resting her head upon it. She was now hoping to return to the place she lived and be able to relax in a hot bubble bath.
Adie sighed happily to herself, breathing in the aromas of the many scented bath oils she had used. Closing her eyes, her fingers found the sash of her cotton-dressing robe. She slowly began to untie it, savouring each moment she had to herself.
Turning off the taps, she began to lower herself into the tub, smiling to herself the entirety of the time.
As soon as her feet were submerged in the hot, steamy, aromatic water, she was disrupted by a familiar beeping sound, its sounds filling the bathroom.
She groaned loudly, stepping out of her white, tiled bathtub.
"Not now." She moaned in self-pity, reaching to turn off her pager.
She reluctantly looked at the bath. It would have to wait. Other people needed her first.
He Lacks The Courage In His Mind
Like A Child Left Behind
Like A Pet Left In The Rain
Billie Joe stared at his beer, wondering if she would ever show up. He slammed his half filled tankard on the tabletop, sloshing its contents over the edges, soaking the surface it rested on.
"Dude!" He looked up, his attentions being captured by the two men who had accompanied him into the bar.
"Are you gonna join us or what?" He heard a drunken giggle escape Tre's lips as Mike hoisted him onto his back, readjusting the drummers "piggyback" style grip on him.
"I'm fine," Billie assured his band mates, sipping at what remained of his beverage.
He was waiting for someone. A red haired someone. Someone he was most anxious to see.
Adie was his best female friend. They had met at a hospital when Billie had accompanied a drunken Tre to the emergency room, after he had sat on a pile of broken glass shreds. She had been the one to extract the material from his rear end, and advised him to stay away from dirty alleyways while he was drunk. They had had a laugh over the sleeping form of Tre, who was sucking his thumb, head in Billie's lap.
Although they were best friends, Billie had always felt something more for the attractive doctor. They had been through many things together, always there when the other needed them. They had never felt the obligation to do anything more.
Once Adie's mother had died, she had completely shut her emotions off from all others, including Billie. She had shared a special bond with her mother, and had chosen to throw herself into caring for and healing others, ignoring her own pain and sorrow.
Billie rarely saw his friend anymore, he had his tours and performances, and she had her patients. Tonight was one of the few occasions they both had no prior commitments, a night they could dedicate to their friendship.
Tonight however, he had planned on revealing the intensity of his feelings for her. He planned on revealing his desire to call her his, to be the one she woke up to in the mornings, to be the one she loved above all others.
Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong was not described as shy. Loud, yes. Inappropriate, yes. A complete sociopath, yes, but never shy. He revealed his feelings to the world through song, openly criticizing his president and country. He exposed his ass to thousands of strangers on a regular basis. He was not shy.
Yet, he could not tell Adie how he felt, for she was one of the few people whose opinions mattered to him. He was also afraid. Yes, he was afraid. Afraid of rejection, afraid she would think him a complete nut job. He was terrified of perhaps losing one of his best friends.
For some reason, his current mental state reminded himself of the Cowardly Lion from The Wizard of Oz. this lion was meant to be the King of the jungle, the one all other creatures respected, yet he lacked one of the most crucial qualities a leader needed. Courage.
Yes, Billie Joe Armstrong was somewhat of a coward.
The minutes of the night passed, turning into hours as the second hand of the clock ticked on and on, driving the guitarist insane with each excruciating tick it produced.
Billie waited another two hours, downing pint after pint of beer. Adie didn't show. She sent no messages she never called.
Draining the last drops of his Crown Largar, he slapped a fifty down on the table and left the bar.
Courage my ass. He thought. Fuck the stupid lion and fuck the expressing of my feelings. Enough is enough.
She's All Alone Again,
Wiping The Tears From Her Eyes
Adie breezed through the doors of the Olympiad Pub, inhaling the familiar smell of stale smoke and various forms of alcohol, and body odour. Believe it or not, this smell comforted her, acting like a sedative on her frazzled nerves.
Her eyes scanned the room, hoping to find the mop of unruly black hair that belonged to one of the few real friends she had.
She was aware of the fact that she was two hours late. She had been called in to supervise an emergency surgery just as she was about to step from the confines of the hospital. She was unable to contact Billie from the sterile operating theatre. She hoped he would wait for her, his arms ready to give her the embrace she needed.
Billie was nowhere to be found.
Adam, the young bartender behind the counter informed her that he had left not ten minutes before. She took a rum and coke from him, thanking him for the information he supplied.
Settling herself in a dark booth in a corner, she began to down her drink, observing the people who were milling around the pub, most either paired up with a member of the opposite sex, or in groups, playing pool or arguing over what should be playing on the jukebox.
She however, was alone, like so many times before. She had purposely distanced herself from others when her mother had died, leaving her alone in the world.
It was her own doing, but she had always had Billie, and more often than not, Mike and Tre as well.
Now it seemed Billie was gone too.
She wiped away the tears that had formed in her electric blue eyes. She didn't have time for tears.
Some Days He Feels Like Dying
She Gets So Sick Of Crying
"Adie ... " he whispered over the phone. He could hear her voice, she sounded ecstatic to hear his too.
"Billie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't show. They needed me for a last minute surgery."
He laughed easily, shaking off her apology.
"Don't worry about it. I'm just sorry you missed seeing Tre and Mike doing karaoke to the Spice Girls and ABBA."
She laughed with him, as he expressed the details of their full song and dance routine. It felt like a lifetime since she had genuinely laughed. It took Billie or something else special to awake her from her trance like state in which her laughs were forced and polite.
Their conversation really began from there. They discussed it all, from touring to surgery, from celebrities to music.
"I wish I could've seen you," She said wistfully, her eyes misting up, finally overflowing with the tears, "I hate it being like this."
Billie sighed into the phone.
"I feel the same way," He murmured, he could feel his heart being squeezed tighter and beating harder as he heard her tears.
He hated Adie being upset, he hated her crying. She didn't deserve it; she deserved to be happy, to feel loved.
He had realised a long time ago what his feelings for her were. He had known she was the one for him; he would rather die than see her cry, rather kill himself than hear sadness in her voice.
"I'm sorry Bills," She said, sniffling slightly, "You know I hate crying."
She Sees The Mirror Of Herself
An Image She Wants To Sell
To Anyone Willing To Buy
"Adie!" she heard a voice calling her as she bustled along the hospitals corridors, filling in the details on a chart as she breezed passed each doorway. She stopped, wondering who wanted her attentions now. Plastering what she hoped was a convincing smile on her face; she looked up, coming face to face with Maddie.
"Adie," Maddie said again, twisting her shiny chocolate hair around her manicured fingers, "Can you cover for me tonight?" she shifted nervously on her heels.
"I don't know... " Adie said, trailing off as she checked her watch. She was actually planning on leaving early and meeting Billie before his show.
"Aw, come on, please? I mean it's not like you have any place to be or anything." Maddie spoke carelessly, not thinking about the words she said. She seemed to realise the sincerity of them too late as she saw Adie's face.
"Excuse me?" the red-heads tone was cold and harsh, its regular warmth zapped with one sentence.
The realization hit her as soon as Maddie spoke. On some level, she had known what they thought of her, but the words had never been spoken aloud till now.
"You all think that because I'm great at what I do, and because I spend a lot of time here, and because I actually give a damn, I have no life away from here, that I'll jump through hoops for anyone. How dare you make assumptions about me, when I'll bet not one of you knows when my birthday is!" she stopped to draw breath, her face flushing in anger and embarrassment, "But believe me," she continued, staring down the small crowd that had gathered, "I do have a life. But none of you would notice because none of you actually bother to ask. So, in answer to your question, no, I can't cover for you, because believe it or not, I have plans."
Then, turning on her heel, she left the hallway, leaving stunned onlookers in her wake.
___
Adie hurried along the sidewalk, her hands thrust into the pockets of her black jeans. She wanted out. She was sick of everyone making assumptions about her. She was sick of everybody assuming things, but never actually taking the time to really get to know her. That's why she needed Billie. He may not be around often, but when he was, he listened. He cared; he made her feel special and wanted. Tre and Mike were both special to her too, but Billie was the one who held the special place in her heart.
She gazed at herself in the window of a shop as she passed. She stared at her long red hair, wrapping a curl around her index finger. She had always been somewhat proud of her hair, the way it always shined, its bounce, its rich colour.
Suddenly, with an impulse surging through her, she pushed open the door of the salon next to the pub. It was time for change.
Adie emerged from Tracey's Hair Salon 2 hours later, shaking her new fringe from her eyes. Her glossy, now black hair, hung slightly past her shoulders, its kink bouncing with each step she took. She felt she had left some of her past behind at the salon, as each lock of hair fell to the floor. She still felt like she was missing something though, something to help her become the new Adie.
She stepped into the pub, gazing around at the scene before her. Her bright blue stare searched the room for the green eyed front man.
At last, he came into view. He was sitting at a booth, hunched over his beer, occasionally looking up at the purple clock hanging on the wall.
Lifting her dark sunglasses from her eyes, she walked to the booth, her shoes making irregular beats on the wooden floor.
She stopped in front of him, her thumb tucked into the belt loop on her jeans.
Billie Joe looked up in surprise, his brain not registering the sight before him.
"A-Adie?" he spluttered out, choking on his beer.
She nodded, her face broadening with the grin she shot him.
"Why'd you do it?" he asked her softly as she settled next to him.
"I was sick of the old me. Everyone was walking all over the old me. I wanted to... you know... start again," She answered, moving her face closer to his.
"Well, I think you look beautiful."
Then, suddenly, she knew what to do. She closed the gap between their faces, doing what she had been wanting to do since she had seen him. I need someone who wants it... she thought, crashing her lips to his.
Billie's eyes widened in shock, as his best friend began to kiss him, begging him to return the favour.
He Steals The Image In Her Kiss
From Her Hearts Apocalypse
From The One Called Whatsername
Billie closed his emotion filled eyes, letting his heart overrule all thoughts in his head. He could feel Adie's tongue against his mouth, begging for entrance. He parted his lips slightly, Adie taking what advantage she could.
He could see what she was doing. She had once told him, that though she was always surrounded my hundreds of people, she felt so alone and that he was one of the few people who cared and that she felt she could trust. Her heart was slowly being destructed, taken over by feelings she wanted other people to feel for her, after she had been rejected so many times.
He broke away, leaning away from her slightly, cupping her cheek in his hand. He slowly drew his thumb over her face, sending shivers down the young woman's spine.
"Adie," he began slowly, dropping his gaze back down to his beer, "I know I'm taking a giant step off the tree-house here, and I know it sounds so cheesy and unlike me, but I love you. I love you in that totally absurd song writing, want to watch you sleep, pretend to like your taste in music sorta way. I love you."
Adie's eyes had become transfixed into Billie's emerald puddles, unable to avert her gaze. He had that power, the power to make you forget all your problems and have you thinking about George Bush hanging from a tree, vultures gouging his eyes out.
She smiled, ripples of emotions running through her veins, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that Billie Joe."
Some Days It's Not Worth Trying
Now That They Both Are Finding
She Gets So Sick Of Crying
"Jesus Billie, how many times do I have to tell you; put the fucking toilet seat down after you use it! I'm not a bloke like you!"
Adie stormed across their apartment, pulling a sweatshirt over her head as she yelled at her boyfriend. Today was one of those days they felt all relationship values and promises had been snatched from their grasp.
"Well, I AM a male; it's a fucking instinct Adie. I don't think of what other people may be doing on MY toilet!" Billie Joe shot back, an unintentional sharpness creeping into his voice.
"You know what Bill?" Adie asked, looking at the guitarist, "Some days this relationship isn't worth trying, because some days, you make me cry and we both know how sick I am of that. But you know what else? I actually love you, so it is worth trying."
In An Ordinary World
She Can't Seem To Get Away
"Maddie, can you please check on Mrs Lawrence before you leave tonight?" Adie asked the nurse at the front desk, shaking her long, fiery red hair from her eyes, "She seemed a little down before, and I wanna make sure she's OK. I'd go myself, but I promised Miss Bennet I'd drive her home."
The young nurse by the name of Maddie looked up from the clipboard she had been writing on. Smiling at Adie, she put her pen down.
"Sure," She answered, nodding at the woman standing before her, "You know Adie; I know that you're superwoman and everything, lives and being Miss Percocet and all, but do you ever, you know... blow off steam and have fun?" she inquired after the doctor, for she had never seen her relax, or take time for herself. She was always at the hospital, or volunteering somewhere else.
Adie smiled, looking down at the notepad that was resting on the nurse's station.
"No," she answered simply, scrawling her signature over a prescription pad, "For me, there aren't enough hours in the day to have fun or relax."
Then, snapping the pad shut, she slipped it into her lab coat pocket, straightening it as she did so.
"Page me if anything happens." She called to the nurse, who was watching her retreating figure disappear around the corridor.
__
"Come on Miss Bennet," Adie said, offering her arm to the elderly woman to help her extract herself from the car.
"I've told you before sweet, call me Lizzie. Miss Bennet makes me feel older than I am," The aging woman said, taking the pro-offered arm.
"Lizzie then," The fiery haired woman corrected herself, beginning the path to the small red brick house where Miss Bennet lived.
"Bless you child," The older woman said as the attractive doctor helped her settle into an overstuffed armchair.
Lizzie Bennet sighed to herself softly in contentment, as she relaxed into the familiar feel of her favoured chair, watching the young woman in front of her arrange the belongings that scattered the room so they would be easier to access.
Adie smiled yet again as she offered Lizzie a list of contact numbers and addresses in case of emergency. Once she was assured she was no longer needed, she exited the house, her smile fading as the echoes of her footsteps reached her ears.
She never let on to those that surrounded her, that below her bubbly exterior, she was not who they assumed her to be.
She seated herself behind her steering wheel, resting her head upon it. She was now hoping to return to the place she lived and be able to relax in a hot bubble bath.
Adie sighed happily to herself, breathing in the aromas of the many scented bath oils she had used. Closing her eyes, her fingers found the sash of her cotton-dressing robe. She slowly began to untie it, savouring each moment she had to herself.
Turning off the taps, she began to lower herself into the tub, smiling to herself the entirety of the time.
As soon as her feet were submerged in the hot, steamy, aromatic water, she was disrupted by a familiar beeping sound, its sounds filling the bathroom.
She groaned loudly, stepping out of her white, tiled bathtub.
"Not now." She moaned in self-pity, reaching to turn off her pager.
She reluctantly looked at the bath. It would have to wait. Other people needed her first.
He Lacks The Courage In His Mind
Like A Child Left Behind
Like A Pet Left In The Rain
Billie Joe stared at his beer, wondering if she would ever show up. He slammed his half filled tankard on the tabletop, sloshing its contents over the edges, soaking the surface it rested on.
"Dude!" He looked up, his attentions being captured by the two men who had accompanied him into the bar.
"Are you gonna join us or what?" He heard a drunken giggle escape Tre's lips as Mike hoisted him onto his back, readjusting the drummers "piggyback" style grip on him.
"I'm fine," Billie assured his band mates, sipping at what remained of his beverage.
He was waiting for someone. A red haired someone. Someone he was most anxious to see.
Adie was his best female friend. They had met at a hospital when Billie had accompanied a drunken Tre to the emergency room, after he had sat on a pile of broken glass shreds. She had been the one to extract the material from his rear end, and advised him to stay away from dirty alleyways while he was drunk. They had had a laugh over the sleeping form of Tre, who was sucking his thumb, head in Billie's lap.
Although they were best friends, Billie had always felt something more for the attractive doctor. They had been through many things together, always there when the other needed them. They had never felt the obligation to do anything more.
Once Adie's mother had died, she had completely shut her emotions off from all others, including Billie. She had shared a special bond with her mother, and had chosen to throw herself into caring for and healing others, ignoring her own pain and sorrow.
Billie rarely saw his friend anymore, he had his tours and performances, and she had her patients. Tonight was one of the few occasions they both had no prior commitments, a night they could dedicate to their friendship.
Tonight however, he had planned on revealing the intensity of his feelings for her. He planned on revealing his desire to call her his, to be the one she woke up to in the mornings, to be the one she loved above all others.
Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong was not described as shy. Loud, yes. Inappropriate, yes. A complete sociopath, yes, but never shy. He revealed his feelings to the world through song, openly criticizing his president and country. He exposed his ass to thousands of strangers on a regular basis. He was not shy.
Yet, he could not tell Adie how he felt, for she was one of the few people whose opinions mattered to him. He was also afraid. Yes, he was afraid. Afraid of rejection, afraid she would think him a complete nut job. He was terrified of perhaps losing one of his best friends.
For some reason, his current mental state reminded himself of the Cowardly Lion from The Wizard of Oz. this lion was meant to be the King of the jungle, the one all other creatures respected, yet he lacked one of the most crucial qualities a leader needed. Courage.
Yes, Billie Joe Armstrong was somewhat of a coward.
The minutes of the night passed, turning into hours as the second hand of the clock ticked on and on, driving the guitarist insane with each excruciating tick it produced.
Billie waited another two hours, downing pint after pint of beer. Adie didn't show. She sent no messages she never called.
Draining the last drops of his Crown Largar, he slapped a fifty down on the table and left the bar.
Courage my ass. He thought. Fuck the stupid lion and fuck the expressing of my feelings. Enough is enough.
She's All Alone Again,
Wiping The Tears From Her Eyes
Adie breezed through the doors of the Olympiad Pub, inhaling the familiar smell of stale smoke and various forms of alcohol, and body odour. Believe it or not, this smell comforted her, acting like a sedative on her frazzled nerves.
Her eyes scanned the room, hoping to find the mop of unruly black hair that belonged to one of the few real friends she had.
She was aware of the fact that she was two hours late. She had been called in to supervise an emergency surgery just as she was about to step from the confines of the hospital. She was unable to contact Billie from the sterile operating theatre. She hoped he would wait for her, his arms ready to give her the embrace she needed.
Billie was nowhere to be found.
Adam, the young bartender behind the counter informed her that he had left not ten minutes before. She took a rum and coke from him, thanking him for the information he supplied.
Settling herself in a dark booth in a corner, she began to down her drink, observing the people who were milling around the pub, most either paired up with a member of the opposite sex, or in groups, playing pool or arguing over what should be playing on the jukebox.
She however, was alone, like so many times before. She had purposely distanced herself from others when her mother had died, leaving her alone in the world.
It was her own doing, but she had always had Billie, and more often than not, Mike and Tre as well.
Now it seemed Billie was gone too.
She wiped away the tears that had formed in her electric blue eyes. She didn't have time for tears.
Some Days He Feels Like Dying
She Gets So Sick Of Crying
"Adie ... " he whispered over the phone. He could hear her voice, she sounded ecstatic to hear his too.
"Billie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't show. They needed me for a last minute surgery."
He laughed easily, shaking off her apology.
"Don't worry about it. I'm just sorry you missed seeing Tre and Mike doing karaoke to the Spice Girls and ABBA."
She laughed with him, as he expressed the details of their full song and dance routine. It felt like a lifetime since she had genuinely laughed. It took Billie or something else special to awake her from her trance like state in which her laughs were forced and polite.
Their conversation really began from there. They discussed it all, from touring to surgery, from celebrities to music.
"I wish I could've seen you," She said wistfully, her eyes misting up, finally overflowing with the tears, "I hate it being like this."
Billie sighed into the phone.
"I feel the same way," He murmured, he could feel his heart being squeezed tighter and beating harder as he heard her tears.
He hated Adie being upset, he hated her crying. She didn't deserve it; she deserved to be happy, to feel loved.
He had realised a long time ago what his feelings for her were. He had known she was the one for him; he would rather die than see her cry, rather kill himself than hear sadness in her voice.
"I'm sorry Bills," She said, sniffling slightly, "You know I hate crying."
She Sees The Mirror Of Herself
An Image She Wants To Sell
To Anyone Willing To Buy
"Adie!" she heard a voice calling her as she bustled along the hospitals corridors, filling in the details on a chart as she breezed passed each doorway. She stopped, wondering who wanted her attentions now. Plastering what she hoped was a convincing smile on her face; she looked up, coming face to face with Maddie.
"Adie," Maddie said again, twisting her shiny chocolate hair around her manicured fingers, "Can you cover for me tonight?" she shifted nervously on her heels.
"I don't know... " Adie said, trailing off as she checked her watch. She was actually planning on leaving early and meeting Billie before his show.
"Aw, come on, please? I mean it's not like you have any place to be or anything." Maddie spoke carelessly, not thinking about the words she said. She seemed to realise the sincerity of them too late as she saw Adie's face.
"Excuse me?" the red-heads tone was cold and harsh, its regular warmth zapped with one sentence.
The realization hit her as soon as Maddie spoke. On some level, she had known what they thought of her, but the words had never been spoken aloud till now.
"You all think that because I'm great at what I do, and because I spend a lot of time here, and because I actually give a damn, I have no life away from here, that I'll jump through hoops for anyone. How dare you make assumptions about me, when I'll bet not one of you knows when my birthday is!" she stopped to draw breath, her face flushing in anger and embarrassment, "But believe me," she continued, staring down the small crowd that had gathered, "I do have a life. But none of you would notice because none of you actually bother to ask. So, in answer to your question, no, I can't cover for you, because believe it or not, I have plans."
Then, turning on her heel, she left the hallway, leaving stunned onlookers in her wake.
___
Adie hurried along the sidewalk, her hands thrust into the pockets of her black jeans. She wanted out. She was sick of everyone making assumptions about her. She was sick of everybody assuming things, but never actually taking the time to really get to know her. That's why she needed Billie. He may not be around often, but when he was, he listened. He cared; he made her feel special and wanted. Tre and Mike were both special to her too, but Billie was the one who held the special place in her heart.
She gazed at herself in the window of a shop as she passed. She stared at her long red hair, wrapping a curl around her index finger. She had always been somewhat proud of her hair, the way it always shined, its bounce, its rich colour.
Suddenly, with an impulse surging through her, she pushed open the door of the salon next to the pub. It was time for change.
Adie emerged from Tracey's Hair Salon 2 hours later, shaking her new fringe from her eyes. Her glossy, now black hair, hung slightly past her shoulders, its kink bouncing with each step she took. She felt she had left some of her past behind at the salon, as each lock of hair fell to the floor. She still felt like she was missing something though, something to help her become the new Adie.
She stepped into the pub, gazing around at the scene before her. Her bright blue stare searched the room for the green eyed front man.
At last, he came into view. He was sitting at a booth, hunched over his beer, occasionally looking up at the purple clock hanging on the wall.
Lifting her dark sunglasses from her eyes, she walked to the booth, her shoes making irregular beats on the wooden floor.
She stopped in front of him, her thumb tucked into the belt loop on her jeans.
Billie Joe looked up in surprise, his brain not registering the sight before him.
"A-Adie?" he spluttered out, choking on his beer.
She nodded, her face broadening with the grin she shot him.
"Why'd you do it?" he asked her softly as she settled next to him.
"I was sick of the old me. Everyone was walking all over the old me. I wanted to... you know... start again," She answered, moving her face closer to his.
"Well, I think you look beautiful."
Then, suddenly, she knew what to do. She closed the gap between their faces, doing what she had been wanting to do since she had seen him. I need someone who wants it... she thought, crashing her lips to his.
Billie's eyes widened in shock, as his best friend began to kiss him, begging him to return the favour.
He Steals The Image In Her Kiss
From Her Hearts Apocalypse
From The One Called Whatsername
Billie closed his emotion filled eyes, letting his heart overrule all thoughts in his head. He could feel Adie's tongue against his mouth, begging for entrance. He parted his lips slightly, Adie taking what advantage she could.
He could see what she was doing. She had once told him, that though she was always surrounded my hundreds of people, she felt so alone and that he was one of the few people who cared and that she felt she could trust. Her heart was slowly being destructed, taken over by feelings she wanted other people to feel for her, after she had been rejected so many times.
He broke away, leaning away from her slightly, cupping her cheek in his hand. He slowly drew his thumb over her face, sending shivers down the young woman's spine.
"Adie," he began slowly, dropping his gaze back down to his beer, "I know I'm taking a giant step off the tree-house here, and I know it sounds so cheesy and unlike me, but I love you. I love you in that totally absurd song writing, want to watch you sleep, pretend to like your taste in music sorta way. I love you."
Adie's eyes had become transfixed into Billie's emerald puddles, unable to avert her gaze. He had that power, the power to make you forget all your problems and have you thinking about George Bush hanging from a tree, vultures gouging his eyes out.
She smiled, ripples of emotions running through her veins, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that Billie Joe."
Some Days It's Not Worth Trying
Now That They Both Are Finding
She Gets So Sick Of Crying
"Jesus Billie, how many times do I have to tell you; put the fucking toilet seat down after you use it! I'm not a bloke like you!"
Adie stormed across their apartment, pulling a sweatshirt over her head as she yelled at her boyfriend. Today was one of those days they felt all relationship values and promises had been snatched from their grasp.
"Well, I AM a male; it's a fucking instinct Adie. I don't think of what other people may be doing on MY toilet!" Billie Joe shot back, an unintentional sharpness creeping into his voice.
"You know what Bill?" Adie asked, looking at the guitarist, "Some days this relationship isn't worth trying, because some days, you make me cry and we both know how sick I am of that. But you know what else? I actually love you, so it is worth trying."
