She's A Rebel, You Know Her, Whatsername?, chapter 1

Part One


SHE




"Aww come on, you gotta let me go backstage. Please, I'll do anything. I swear," I begged and flirted with the security guard at the last Green Day concert that was ever going to happen for the AMERICAN IDIOT tour.
I ran my index finger down his chest and gave him a flirty smile.
"What do I get?" The guy whispered in my ear and pulled me closer to his body.
"Anything you want," I replied in a sexy voice. "But after you let me meet them though," I said and smiled at him.
"Sweet, follow me," He said and started walking backstage.

What can I say, at least the guy was old and yuck and eww. I don't even wanna think about that one. I followed him backstage.
"They're just around here. You've got twenty minutes and I'll be back. If you're not here shit will hit the roof," He said to me and let me in the door.

"Oh my god," I said as my jaw dropped as I saw all three members of Green Day.
"Well my name is Billie, but I can live being called God." Billie laughed as I walked in.
"Wow, hi, um, wow," I said, trying to find my words.
"Hi, how are ya?" Billie asked me as he walked over to shake my hand.
"Great ...I mean good, good," I replied shaking his hand.
"So what's your name?" Billie asked me, laughing.
"Argh, Breanna," Tre' said in a sailor's voice.
"Well it's really nice to meet you. Did you see the show tonight?" Billie asked me and looked over at Tre' to see him making the 'Give me a blow job!' sign.

Hot only 'cause it's Tre' doing that. If it was anyone else, maybe except Billie and Mike, but wow.

"Yeah it was great. I was in the mosh pit, that's probably why I look so bad." I laughed and gave Tre' a weird look.
"Well in my opinion you look good," Billie said and smiled at me.
"In my opinion she looks fucking sexy," Tre' yelled out and then I went all red.
"How did you get back here anyway, not to be rude," Billie continued.
"It's a really long story." I laughed.
"Well how bout you and I go for a walk and we can have a bit more of a chat?" Billie said to me as I followed him out of the door.

We walked for a little down the hall.
"So tell me about the long story that happened for you to get backstage?" he asked me.
"I bribed the security guard," I said.
"Bribed him with what?" he asked me.
"What do you think?" I laughed.
"What, sex?"
"Yeah but I wouldn't really though," I replied, trying not to sound offended.
Billie laughed and smiled at me.
"What?" I ask trying not to laugh.
"Nothing."
"Come on tell me," I begged.
"I just thought a girl like you could get anything she wanted without even doing anything, if you get my drift," He said as he wiped some sweat off his face and looked at me.

Oh god he was fucking sexy. I could just fuck him right here and right now. Like wow!

"So you think I'm easy?" I joked.
"No, not at all." He laughed
We walked some more down and we stopped at a door.
"I wanna show you something," Billie said, pulling me though the door.
Which just happened to be the stage door.

"Wow," I said and looked in amazement as I had never been on a stage.
"Cool huh? Well this is my life right now, but I want it to be something else," He said and picked his guitar up, putting it over his shoulder to play.
"So your music is the most important thing to you then?" I asked as I walked around on the stage.
"Yeah but I want it to be something else," He said and smiled at me.
"What do you want it to be?" I asked and walked over to him and hit my fingers on the guitar strings.
"I want it to be someone," He said as he stared into my eyes, then grabbed my hand.
"Ahhh I get it now," I said and walked away.
"What do you get? There's nothing to get," he said, sounding confused as he began to play his guitar. And followed me over.

"You say this to every girl don't you?" I laughed.
"No, no I don't," He said sounding very offended.
"Well my apologies then," I said and looked at the ground.

Now I was feeling like a complete jackass, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do.

"You have really pretty eyes," Billie said as he lifted my chin with the tips of his fingers.
"I didn't know pretty was in you vocabulary," I joked.
"It was a compliment," he laughed.

"Mind if I?" I asked, holding out my hands to see if he'd let me have a go on his guitar.
"Yeah sure," he said, handing it to me.

I started playing some of their songs.
"Wow you're good, but the question is can you sing?" Billie asked me.
"What does that matter?" I asked.
"You'll find out."
"I'm not gonna sing."
"Yes you are. Now just sing."

And I began to play and sing:
'Do you have the time to listen to me whine
about nothing and everything all at once
I am one of those melodramatic fools
neurotic to the bone no doubt about it.'

Billie stood there, speechless.
"Was it that bad?" I cringed.
"Fuck no! That was awesome," he said.

"Where the fuck were you!" The security guard from before yelled out.
"Shit," I said to myself.
"My apologies Mr. Armstrong. I'll get rid of her," The guard said to him and grabbed my arm.
I gave the guitar back to Billie.
"I gotta go," I said.

"No," Billie said to him and grabbed his arm as if to say let her go. "I want her to stay," he added.
Both me and the guard were shocked.
"What?" we both questioned.
"You heard me, I want her to stay," He said.
"I'm sorry but she doesn't have a pass," The guard said to him and grabbed my arm again.
"She doesn't need one!" Billie said to him.
"Well sorry but she doesn't have a pass!" The guard said to him and pulled me close to him.

I tried to get him to let go but he was too strong for me.
"She's staying" Billie protested.
"Let go of me, you're hurting!" I screamed.
Then the guard thew me to the floor.
And then Billie swung a punch right at the guard's nose.

"You alright?" he asked and helped me up.
"Yeah, thanks," I replied and smiled at him.

"You fucking little prick," The guard whined as he held his nose.
"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have a job, so get the fuck out of here," He said to the guard as he walked off.

Billie pulled me close so that our bodies were just touching softly.
"You sure you're alright?" he asked me again.
"Yeah," I said as we stared into each others eyes.

"Yoll, Billie we gotta go," Mike called to him and then walked back though the door.

"I guess I gotta go," Billie said looking at the ground.
"Yeah, it was really nice meeting you," I said and gave him a hug.
"Do you think I could have your phone number?" He asked shyly.
"Are you for real?" I asked in shock.
"Yeah well, I wouldn't have asked if I was joking now would I?" He said sarcastically.
"You got a pen?" I replied and flashed him a flirty smile.
"Here," he said and pulled a pen out of his pocket.

I wrote my number on his hand and smiled at him and then left.

***BILLIE'S POINT OF VIEW***

Oh my god she was so beautiful, like wow, she's so amazing. Like, oh my god.

"Why did we have to go now?" I whined to Mike as we walked backstage and outside.

"Because we have to get back to the hotel, you dick, how dumb can you get?!" Mike replied sarcastically.

I looked down at the number on the top of my hand and thought about Breanna, she was the only thing I could think about. Her eyes, her beautiful hair, her amazing smile. Everything about her was beautiful in some way. She was, she was. . .perfect.

"Billie, Billie, BILLIE!!!" Mike yelled to me as he pulled me out of my dream of Breanna.
"What? Who died? Am I dead?" I asked frantically.
"Shut up you fuck head!" Tre' laughed.
"Shut up you cock sucker!" I fired back with a angry tone in my voice.
"I know," Tre' said and smiled sheepishly.

I pushed him away from me and walked back into my room so I could be alone.

I didn't know whether to call her or not, I can't stop thinking about her. She's everything I have ever wanted to have. And I don't know why but now I feel like I just want to be around her. She's everything, and I mean, everything. Hmmmm, all alone and nothing to do. I think at the moment my hand may just be my best friend. If you get my drift.

***MY POINT OF VIEW***

I finally got home, all bruised up.

"BREE!!! Where the fuck have you been? You were supposed to be home an hour ago," My roommate Jimmy said to me in concern.
"You'll never believe this," I bragged to Jimmy.
"Then what, tell me?" He asked and sat on the couch.
"Guess who I met?"
"Who, I'm dying to know!"
"Green Day."
"NO FUCKING WAY?"
"Yep, and Billie asked me for my number," I said and slouched onto the couch.
"Did you give it to him?"
"Fuck yeah," I replied.
"Well I'm going to bed now, see ya," He said and walked upstairs.
"Wait! Aren't you going to tell me the rest?" Jimmy asked and looked over at me.
"Nope, just use your imagination," I teased and went upstairs and got into bed.