Takin' Back What's Mine (A Billie Joe Story...), chapter 1
October 10, 2006; Oakland, California
Before I get started with the story, I'll tell you all about me. I'm Sabrina Waldron, I'm twenty-nine, and I work as a model for Hot Topic. I'm in a band called Hopelessly Addicted, where I'm the singer; I also, however, play the guitar, bass, clarinet, drums, and even some violin. The drummer of my band, Emma, is my best friend, the guitarist, Brent, is my boyfriend, and the bassist, Matt, is my other best friend.
That night we were playing at a local club. I changed into my red tank top and black cargos and pulled on my Converse, and then sat around waiting for us to go on. Finally we were called on and I grabbed the mic.
"Hello Oakland! We are Hopelessly Addicted. My name is Sebi," I called, and went over to Matt. "This is Matt." I kissed his cheek and he flashed a rock on symbol. I then went back to Emma. "This is Emma." I kissed her cheek too and then went over to Brent. "And this is Brent." When I went to kiss his cheek, he grabbed me and kissed my lips. When he finally let go of me, I turned back to the crowd. "So tonight we're gonna play five songs for you, and we're gonna start with Castaway. For those of you who don't know, it's a Green Day song."
***Billie Joe Armstrong's POV***
Mike, Tré and I were out for a guys' night, I guess you could call it. Adie and I'd divorced in January due to too much time spent with the band or some shit like that.
"Dude, Billie, look at the singer of this band," Tré called, "She's hot." I did look, and she was hot. "Go backstage and talk to her. I bet they'll let you in." She had black hair and blue eyes, and long eyelashes and full lips, a small nose, and high cheekbones.
I looked at the two guys urging me to go backstage. "I bet she's got a boyfriend," I grumbled.
"Yea, so? You're Billie Joe Armstrong and it's time you got over Adie," Mike yelled, "I bet her boyfriend's an asshole. Be the better man, Billie, go change her life."
I nodded. "I think I will. After their set."
"Thank you," Tré grinned, and we all sat back to watch their set. They played a few songs they'd written, Castaway (of course), and Letterbomb. They were pretty good. After they'd finished, I made my way to the side of the stage and talked to a security guard, who, when he found out who I was, let me backstage. I saw the singer on her way across the backstage area and I went up to her.
"Hi," I smiled, "I'm Billie Joe Armstrong."
"Holy shit," she said, but grinned anyway, "I'm Sebi Waldron. Well, Sabrina, but only my dad calls me that."
"Yea, so I was wondering if you guys had a record deal," I mumbled.
"No, we don't," she muttered, but was suddenly pulled away from me by the guitarist.
***Sebi's POV***
"What're you doing?" Brent asked.
"Uh...talking," I replied, kinda confused but also kinda pissed at him because he'd pulled me away from not only a legend, but an agent.
He slapped me. "You should not talk to me like that," he spat.
I didn't reply, kinda afraid to get hit again, but more pissed now and wanting to hit him back. So I drove my knee into his groin, hard, and he doubled over, whimpering. "I suppose you think that cuz I'm your girlfriend," I said, leaning down to him, "But I'm not anymore. Oh, and by the way, you're outta the band."
He stood up slowly and stormed off, probably off to the bar to drink away the new problems he had. "I'll be right back," I called to Billie Joe, "I've just gotta change." He nodded, looking confused as to what had just happened. I went into the change room and changed back to my grey pinstripes, black dress shirt, and spiky heels. I pulled on my black leather trench and grabbed my fedora, pulling it low enough over my eye to cover the bruise I knew was forming under it. Finally I went back out to where Billie Joe was still standing. "Sorry."
"Uh...what just...what just happened?" he asked.
"Oh, you mean with Brent?" I said, "I broke up with him. After he hit me."
"I saw that. Should I take a look at it? They never have mirrors in the change rooms," he offered. I smiled and removed my hat so he could examine my face. He put his fingers under my chin and turned my head a little, bringing his body closer to mine so he could see my face better in the half-light. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he traced the bruise with his other hand. I flinched away from his touch. "That hurts?" I nodded. "You're gonna have a killer bruise there."
"I figured," I shrugged, "I'll ice it when I get home tonight."
He nodded. "So what about this record deal, huh?"
"Oh, shit, we can't," I murmured, about to hit myself in the forehead when I remembered that'd hurt, "Brent just got kicked out of the band."
"I'm sure you could find someone," he smiled, "I bet you play."
"I do. But I'm not so great," I shrugged.
"Well, you'll do until we can find you a new guitarist," he said, "So where's the rest of your band?"
"Oh, they're probably making out in a corner somewhere," I muttered, "Kind of an after-gig tradition. Made only the more prominent now that they're dating."
He laughed. "Well, you can tell them tomorrow, then," he said, "For now, come and have a drink." I nodded and followed him out into the normal club area, where he led me over to two other guys over by the bar. "Guys, this is Sebi. Sebi, this is Mike and Tré." He had his hand on the lower part of my back while he introduced us, and then pulled out a stool for me so I could sit down.
"Thanks," I smiled, "Nice to meet you guys."
"You wanna drink?" Billie asked, sitting on the stool beside mine.
"I'll take a Sex on the Beach," I replied, knowing exactly how this drink always, let me repeat, always drove guys crazy. And his reaction: raised eyebrows, and a playful smirk. And then I remembered he was married. "Hold on," I said, putting a hand on his arm to stop him ordering, "Aren't you married?"
He shook his head. "Adie and me got divorced this January."
"Oh. Shit, now I feel really nosy," I mumbled.
He laughed. "It's alright, I get it. Some guy hitting on you who's supposed to be married," he murmured, "It's only natural to ask."
"You're hitting on me?" I smirked, returning his playful look.
Billie Joe blushed. "If you don't want..."
I giggled. "Who in their right mind would not want Billie Joe fucking Armstrong hitting on them?" I laughed. He grinned back, a little unsure of himself. "So what about that drink?" His grin widened and he ordered for me, watching as I picked up my drink and took a sip. "What?"
"Nothing," he smiled, waving his hands around randomly and smiling again.
"You're drunk, aren't you?"
"No! I've only had one drink," he said, "But...Tré, you might wanna watch out for him. He's had a few and he's kinda a pervert."
"So I've heard," I laughed, looking over at Tré, who was trying to kiss Mike, who looked harassed.
***Billie's POV***
We sat around for a little while longer before I asked her to dance. We headed out to the front of the pit in front of the stage where Nickelback was playing, for some reason.
"Hey, look, it's Green Day," Chad Kroeger yelled, and grabbed my hand to pull me onstage. Before I got all the way up, I grabbed Sebi's hand too. "And who's the lovely lady?"
"I'm Sebi," she said.
"Oh, from the last set?" She nodded. "And you're with a different guy."
"The other one hit me," she explained, "I kicked his ass."
He laughed. "And this is Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day!" he called. People were cheering when he let us go, and we slid off the stage and practically ran back over to Mike and Tré.
"Guys, we gotta go," I said, "Asshole over there introduced me and I think I'm gonna get mobbed by teenies." Mike nodded and pulled Tré off his stool, helping him towards the door. I followed, grabbing Sebi's hand and taking her with us. "Sorry, but you're likely to get attacked if you stay."
***Sebi's POV***
We finally made it outside and I breathed in the cool night air, looking around. I barely got a chance to, though, before Billie pulled me away from the door around the corner, where Mike was holding Tré upright while Tré puked his guts out.
"He's gonna have a fuck of a hangover," I laughed.
"You look like Trinity," Mike said, "From the Matrix, you know."
I grinned. "My hair's too long."
"No, I mean the trench," he mumbled.
"Oh yea, that," I smiled, "I love this jacket."
"Well that party was kinda ruined," Billie Joe grumbled, "Damn Nickelback."
"I should get Tré home," Mike said, "I'll see you later."
"Bye," Billie murmured, and Mike pulled Tré off towards his car. "So you wanna ride home?"
"Yes please," I smiled, "Brent drove me and I don't think I want him taking me home."
He smiled too, and led me towards a little black BMW. He opened my door for me and then closed it again once I was in, and then got in himself. "So...you like Green Day, and you're in a band. I don't know anything more about you, care to tell?" he asked as he backed out of his space.
"I'm a model for Hot Topic," I mumbled, pointing to where we were supposed to be going, "Um...I lived with my dad when I was a kid cuz my parents got divorced when I was eight and my mom went insane after that. I play guitar, bass, drums, clarinet, and violin, and I'm 29. Don't know what else you wanna know, really."
"What's your middle name?" he asked randomly.
"Uh...Marie, why?"
"I'm always interested to know, since I don't have one," he shrugged. I tried not to laugh while still directing him towards my apartment building. When we got there, he parked and followed me up to the door of my apartment.
"Thanks, Billie Joe, I had a great time," I smiled, stopping outside my door and playing with my keys.
"Me too," he grinned, and before I knew it, we were up against my door, and he was kissing me.
"Do you...d'you wanna come in?" I asked when he stepped away. He smiled and I opened the door, leading him in, flicking on the lights, and tossing my keys at the wall, where they bounced and landed on the table. "You want something to drink?"
"Um...no thanks," he muttered, still standing in the hallway.
"Make yourself at home," I said, taking off my shoes and starting further into my apartment.
"You've got a really nice place here," he mumbled, looking around as he took off his shoes and followed me.
"Thanks," I grinned, stepping into my cozy warm den and sitting on the cushy couch. I patted the seat next to me and Billie sat down, shedding his jacket and putting on the arm of the sofa. "You seem tense."
"Oh, it's nothing," he answered.
"You sure?"
"It's just...you're the first girl I've had any interest in since me and Adie divorced," he murmured.
"Well, it's an honour," I smiled, and he seemed to relax a bit after that. As a matter of fact, he shifted a little closer to me. Before I knew it, we were kissing again, and his tongue was sliding into my mouth. I was sucking on his tongue when we came up for air.
He swallowed and blinked. "Wow," he breathed, "That was...wow." I grinned and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss.
I woke up a few hours later, still on the couch, under a blanket, my head on a guy's bare chest. I looked up and fell off the couch. He woke up at the movement and looked down at me. "What're you doing down there?" he asked.
"Holy shit! You're...I...we..."
"Yes, I'm Billie Joe Armstrong," he grinned, "Yes, I'm in your house. And yes, we had sex." My mouth dropped open. "Don't you remember?"
I thought back to that night. "I'm sorry," I finally muttered, "I don't sleep with my agents."
"Well you did," he shrugged, "So I'll set you up with someone else. How does that sound?" I nodded slowly, but didn't get up to lie back down. "What's up? All of a sudden nervous around me?"
"I'm sorry," I blushed, "I just find it hard to believe that Billie Joe Armstrong would want to sleep with me."
"Well he does. So get your sexy ass back up here," he smirked. I giggled and slid back under the blanket.
October 11, 2006
I woke up to a phone ringing, and then someone answering it. "Sebi, it's for you," Billie Joe murmured, handing me my cell.
"Hello?" I yawned.
"Sebi, who the fuck was that?" Emma mumbled.
"Oh, him? He's...uh...he's no one," I muttered, and at the way he was pouting, smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Yea fucking right," she said, "His voice sounds familiar but he's not Brent."
"Yea, I broke up with Brent last night," I admitted, "He hit me."
"Did you kick him outta the band too?" she asked, "Cuz I think I might kill you if you didn't."
"Don't worry, I did," I said, "Can I meet you guys somewhere?"
"Yea, meet us at Starbucks in an hour, how's that?"
"Sounds good," I shrugged, and hung up. I went to stand up, but Billie grabbed my waist and held me where I was. "Billie, I gotta go get ready," I whined, "I'm supposed to meet Emma and Matt at Starbucks in an hour."
"Should I be coming?"
"Uh, yea, cuz we gotta explain the whole record dealie," I said, still trying to pull out of his grasp.
"So then I'm gonna go back to Mike's and get ready, k?"
"Mike's? Don't you have your own house?"
"Adie gets it," he shrugged, "So I'll meet you at Starbucks in an hour, then?" I nodded and he finally let me go to stand up himself. He started pulling on his clothes while I picked mine up, and before he left, kissed me one more time. "Starbucks at noon," he repeated, and left.
I got into the shower, remembering last night and trying to forget about Brent. Because, without the large and purple bruise on my face, it was a pretty awesome night. Especially after we left the club, if you know what I mean. When I got out, I got dressed and grabbed my black fedora and trench coat and went early so I could some coffee.
***Billie Joe's POV***
I went back to Mike's place and when I got inside, he came out to see me. "So I take it you got some last night," he grinned. I nodded. "How was it?"
"Really good," I muttered, "I gotta go get ready. I'm meeting her and her band at Starbucks at noon."
"Good for you," he smiled, "It's time you got out and met someone again."
"Don't think I need to," I shrugged, "Already got someone."
"Uh...you spent one night with her. How can you know that already?"
"I dunno. I just do," I mumbled, "I'll be in the shower." I went upstairs and got in the shower, thinking about the night before. I got dressed and grabbed my own black fedora and a pair of dark sunglasses as a disguise and left again, wanting to get there early for some coffee.
***Sebi's POV***
I was standing in line to get my coffee and someone stepped in behind me. I turned my head slightly and saw a black fedora and dark sunglasses, and shook my head, smirking, thinking about how some people are just paranoid. "Hey," the person murmured, and I realized it was Billie.
"Oh, hey, I didn't recognize you," I smiled as he stepped up beside me. "You're early."
"So're you," he commented, "What d'you want?"
"I'll get it," I offered.
"No you won't," he shook his head, "What d'you want?"
"Vanilla latte," I mumbled, slipping my hand into his. He glanced over at me before stepping up to the counter.
"I'll get a vanilla latte and a black coffee," he said, and paid.
"Thank you," I smiled as we stepped over to the place where you pick up your coffees to wait.
"Vanilla latte and black coffee," the person said, and we picked up our coffees and went to a booth.
"So when're the other members supposed to get here?" Billie asked.
"Noon, remember?"
"Oh, right," he muttered, looking at his watch.
"So what'd Mike say?"
"Meh. Thinks I should 'test the waters' more," he murmured, doing finger quotes, "But what does he know? He's been single for like two years."
"So you don't plan on 'testing the waters'?" I smiled.
"Not unless something bad happens," he grinned, and I pecked his lips before settling into his side.
"There they are," I mumbled finally, waving to Emma and Matt, who'd just walked in. Emma came over to us while Matt got their coffees, and sat down next to me, eying Billie Joe warily.
"Fuck, I know you," she muttered, "Sebi, where do I know him from?"
"I dunno," I shrugged, "Green Day, maybe?"
Her mouth dropped open. "Fuck," she mumbled again, "So you're the guy who answered the phone this morning. And that's why I recognized your voice."
"Uh...yea," Billie said, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh.
"Geez, Em, quit freakin' out," I giggled.
"So tell me what happened with Brent," she sighed, trying to forget that Billie Joe Armstrong was sitting beside me.
"Well, Billie Joe was talking to me about a record deal and Brent came over and he was all, 'Why're you talking to him?' and I was like, 'Cuz I wanted to', and then he hit me and so I sacked him and kicked him outta the band," I shrugged.
"Let's see this bruise then," she said, and I pulled off my hat. "Wow, now I know why you're wearing the hat." I nodded and put it back on. "Wait a second. Did you say record deal?"
"Yep," I nodded as Matt came over with two coffees. "What d'you think?"
"About what?" Matt asked.
"Record deal," Emma squeaked.
After they finally finished with the questions, Billie and I left to go to lunch. "You know, I'm really happy you came backstage last night," I murmured, lacing his fingers through mine.
"Thank Tré," he smiled, "He was the one who made me. And I'm glad too." I smirked and kissed him again before we stepped into a random restaurant.
As we sat down, the waiter looked at me. "Whoa, you're from Hopelessly Addicted," he mumbled, "I saw your show last night. It was amazing."
"Thanks," I grinned.
"Can I get your autograph?" he asked.
"Meh, sure," I shrugged, "You gotta pen and paper?" He handed me his order pad and pen and I signed it.
"Thanks," he smiled, "I'll be back in a few minutes to take your orders." He wandered off, looking closely at the autograph.
"He's officially my first fan," I said as I looked through the menu.
"Hey, what about me?" Billie Joe whined.
"Come on, you don't count, you're an agent," I giggled, "It's your job to find good bands."
"Why did we even leave your sofa this morning?" he asked, the smile that made millions of girls around the world melt, including me, playing on his face. I grinned back. "I like that sofa."
"No, you like what we did on that sofa," I laughed.
"No, it's a really nice sofa," he insisted, "And yea, I did really like what we did on that sofa. It was...amazing."
"Well thank you," I giggled, looking around to make sure no one had heard our little sex conversation. He winked and I laughed again. Fuck, what was it with this guy? I couldn't stop smiling and laughing was easy, too.
"How's your head?" Billie asked, gesturing to his own temple.
"Throbbing," I shrugged, "But I'll be fine."
"You sure? You never ended up putting ice on it last night."
"No, I think I got a little distracted, didn't I?" I smirked, "If it doesn't stop hurting in an hour, you can take me to the hospital, how's that sound?"
"Thank you," he smiled, "It's just kinda worrying."
"You don't have to explain," I grinned, "You're better than Brent. He didn't even say anything when I broke my leg."
"Bastard," Billie muttered, and I laughed (again!). We ordered and before we got our meals, his phone rang. "Hello?...No, Tré...Yes, Tré...Yes, Tré...Ok fine. Bye." He rolled his eyes and put his phone away. "Apparently we're having practice today. You wanna come over to Mike's later on?"
"Alright," I shrugged as our meals came.
When we stood up to leave, I swayed and a growing black gathered at the corners of my vision. I grabbed Billie's hand to steady me, and, although I could barely see, I watched his head turn to look at me.
***Billie Joe's POV***
Her usually bright eyes were suddenly dark and clouded, and she looked around like she couldn't see too well. I caught her as she tilted forward, and then took her outside and to my car, where I set her in the seat beside me and drove us to the hospital. We got there and I carried her inside, seeing as she was passed out.
"Can I help you?" the clerk asked, snapping her gum, flipping her blonde hair, and filing her nails.
"Yea, I need to find a doctor," I said, "Like, now."
"What's happened?" she said.
"My friend hit her head and passed out," I muttered.
"Alright, I'll get you to fill out these forms please," she said, handing me a clipboard. I sat down, Sebi on my lap, and started to fill them out. When I couldn't fill out anymore, I reached into her pocket and took out her wallet to find her social security number and her insurance number. When I'd finished, I returned the clipboard to the clerk, who was now trying to get me to notice her, and then sat down again to replace the wallet to Sebi's pocket.
"Are you the person who's got the girl who hit her head?" a doctor asked, holding a clipboard.
"Yea," I nodded, and he gestured me to follow him towards a room. I carried Sebi there and lay her on the bed and sat in the chair in the corner while he examined her head.
"She didn't hit her head, did she?" he asked finally, turning to me.
"No," I shook my head, "See, last night I was at a club and she was playing, see she's a singer in a band, and I went backstage cuz I'm an agent for Adeline Records, right? Well, I was talking to her and then her ex-boyfriend, well, boyfriend at the time, grabbed her and accused her of, I don't know, cheating I guess. And he slapped her in the face and now she's got that ginormous bruise and we're here."
"And you're sure that you're not her ex-boyfriend?" he said accusingly.
"Yes! I'm her boyfriend!"
Before I get started with the story, I'll tell you all about me. I'm Sabrina Waldron, I'm twenty-nine, and I work as a model for Hot Topic. I'm in a band called Hopelessly Addicted, where I'm the singer; I also, however, play the guitar, bass, clarinet, drums, and even some violin. The drummer of my band, Emma, is my best friend, the guitarist, Brent, is my boyfriend, and the bassist, Matt, is my other best friend.
That night we were playing at a local club. I changed into my red tank top and black cargos and pulled on my Converse, and then sat around waiting for us to go on. Finally we were called on and I grabbed the mic.
"Hello Oakland! We are Hopelessly Addicted. My name is Sebi," I called, and went over to Matt. "This is Matt." I kissed his cheek and he flashed a rock on symbol. I then went back to Emma. "This is Emma." I kissed her cheek too and then went over to Brent. "And this is Brent." When I went to kiss his cheek, he grabbed me and kissed my lips. When he finally let go of me, I turned back to the crowd. "So tonight we're gonna play five songs for you, and we're gonna start with Castaway. For those of you who don't know, it's a Green Day song."
***Billie Joe Armstrong's POV***
Mike, Tré and I were out for a guys' night, I guess you could call it. Adie and I'd divorced in January due to too much time spent with the band or some shit like that.
"Dude, Billie, look at the singer of this band," Tré called, "She's hot." I did look, and she was hot. "Go backstage and talk to her. I bet they'll let you in." She had black hair and blue eyes, and long eyelashes and full lips, a small nose, and high cheekbones.
I looked at the two guys urging me to go backstage. "I bet she's got a boyfriend," I grumbled.
"Yea, so? You're Billie Joe Armstrong and it's time you got over Adie," Mike yelled, "I bet her boyfriend's an asshole. Be the better man, Billie, go change her life."
I nodded. "I think I will. After their set."
"Thank you," Tré grinned, and we all sat back to watch their set. They played a few songs they'd written, Castaway (of course), and Letterbomb. They were pretty good. After they'd finished, I made my way to the side of the stage and talked to a security guard, who, when he found out who I was, let me backstage. I saw the singer on her way across the backstage area and I went up to her.
"Hi," I smiled, "I'm Billie Joe Armstrong."
"Holy shit," she said, but grinned anyway, "I'm Sebi Waldron. Well, Sabrina, but only my dad calls me that."
"Yea, so I was wondering if you guys had a record deal," I mumbled.
"No, we don't," she muttered, but was suddenly pulled away from me by the guitarist.
***Sebi's POV***
"What're you doing?" Brent asked.
"Uh...talking," I replied, kinda confused but also kinda pissed at him because he'd pulled me away from not only a legend, but an agent.
He slapped me. "You should not talk to me like that," he spat.
I didn't reply, kinda afraid to get hit again, but more pissed now and wanting to hit him back. So I drove my knee into his groin, hard, and he doubled over, whimpering. "I suppose you think that cuz I'm your girlfriend," I said, leaning down to him, "But I'm not anymore. Oh, and by the way, you're outta the band."
He stood up slowly and stormed off, probably off to the bar to drink away the new problems he had. "I'll be right back," I called to Billie Joe, "I've just gotta change." He nodded, looking confused as to what had just happened. I went into the change room and changed back to my grey pinstripes, black dress shirt, and spiky heels. I pulled on my black leather trench and grabbed my fedora, pulling it low enough over my eye to cover the bruise I knew was forming under it. Finally I went back out to where Billie Joe was still standing. "Sorry."
"Uh...what just...what just happened?" he asked.
"Oh, you mean with Brent?" I said, "I broke up with him. After he hit me."
"I saw that. Should I take a look at it? They never have mirrors in the change rooms," he offered. I smiled and removed my hat so he could examine my face. He put his fingers under my chin and turned my head a little, bringing his body closer to mine so he could see my face better in the half-light. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he traced the bruise with his other hand. I flinched away from his touch. "That hurts?" I nodded. "You're gonna have a killer bruise there."
"I figured," I shrugged, "I'll ice it when I get home tonight."
He nodded. "So what about this record deal, huh?"
"Oh, shit, we can't," I murmured, about to hit myself in the forehead when I remembered that'd hurt, "Brent just got kicked out of the band."
"I'm sure you could find someone," he smiled, "I bet you play."
"I do. But I'm not so great," I shrugged.
"Well, you'll do until we can find you a new guitarist," he said, "So where's the rest of your band?"
"Oh, they're probably making out in a corner somewhere," I muttered, "Kind of an after-gig tradition. Made only the more prominent now that they're dating."
He laughed. "Well, you can tell them tomorrow, then," he said, "For now, come and have a drink." I nodded and followed him out into the normal club area, where he led me over to two other guys over by the bar. "Guys, this is Sebi. Sebi, this is Mike and Tré." He had his hand on the lower part of my back while he introduced us, and then pulled out a stool for me so I could sit down.
"Thanks," I smiled, "Nice to meet you guys."
"You wanna drink?" Billie asked, sitting on the stool beside mine.
"I'll take a Sex on the Beach," I replied, knowing exactly how this drink always, let me repeat, always drove guys crazy. And his reaction: raised eyebrows, and a playful smirk. And then I remembered he was married. "Hold on," I said, putting a hand on his arm to stop him ordering, "Aren't you married?"
He shook his head. "Adie and me got divorced this January."
"Oh. Shit, now I feel really nosy," I mumbled.
He laughed. "It's alright, I get it. Some guy hitting on you who's supposed to be married," he murmured, "It's only natural to ask."
"You're hitting on me?" I smirked, returning his playful look.
Billie Joe blushed. "If you don't want..."
I giggled. "Who in their right mind would not want Billie Joe fucking Armstrong hitting on them?" I laughed. He grinned back, a little unsure of himself. "So what about that drink?" His grin widened and he ordered for me, watching as I picked up my drink and took a sip. "What?"
"Nothing," he smiled, waving his hands around randomly and smiling again.
"You're drunk, aren't you?"
"No! I've only had one drink," he said, "But...Tré, you might wanna watch out for him. He's had a few and he's kinda a pervert."
"So I've heard," I laughed, looking over at Tré, who was trying to kiss Mike, who looked harassed.
***Billie's POV***
We sat around for a little while longer before I asked her to dance. We headed out to the front of the pit in front of the stage where Nickelback was playing, for some reason.
"Hey, look, it's Green Day," Chad Kroeger yelled, and grabbed my hand to pull me onstage. Before I got all the way up, I grabbed Sebi's hand too. "And who's the lovely lady?"
"I'm Sebi," she said.
"Oh, from the last set?" She nodded. "And you're with a different guy."
"The other one hit me," she explained, "I kicked his ass."
He laughed. "And this is Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day!" he called. People were cheering when he let us go, and we slid off the stage and practically ran back over to Mike and Tré.
"Guys, we gotta go," I said, "Asshole over there introduced me and I think I'm gonna get mobbed by teenies." Mike nodded and pulled Tré off his stool, helping him towards the door. I followed, grabbing Sebi's hand and taking her with us. "Sorry, but you're likely to get attacked if you stay."
***Sebi's POV***
We finally made it outside and I breathed in the cool night air, looking around. I barely got a chance to, though, before Billie pulled me away from the door around the corner, where Mike was holding Tré upright while Tré puked his guts out.
"He's gonna have a fuck of a hangover," I laughed.
"You look like Trinity," Mike said, "From the Matrix, you know."
I grinned. "My hair's too long."
"No, I mean the trench," he mumbled.
"Oh yea, that," I smiled, "I love this jacket."
"Well that party was kinda ruined," Billie Joe grumbled, "Damn Nickelback."
"I should get Tré home," Mike said, "I'll see you later."
"Bye," Billie murmured, and Mike pulled Tré off towards his car. "So you wanna ride home?"
"Yes please," I smiled, "Brent drove me and I don't think I want him taking me home."
He smiled too, and led me towards a little black BMW. He opened my door for me and then closed it again once I was in, and then got in himself. "So...you like Green Day, and you're in a band. I don't know anything more about you, care to tell?" he asked as he backed out of his space.
"I'm a model for Hot Topic," I mumbled, pointing to where we were supposed to be going, "Um...I lived with my dad when I was a kid cuz my parents got divorced when I was eight and my mom went insane after that. I play guitar, bass, drums, clarinet, and violin, and I'm 29. Don't know what else you wanna know, really."
"What's your middle name?" he asked randomly.
"Uh...Marie, why?"
"I'm always interested to know, since I don't have one," he shrugged. I tried not to laugh while still directing him towards my apartment building. When we got there, he parked and followed me up to the door of my apartment.
"Thanks, Billie Joe, I had a great time," I smiled, stopping outside my door and playing with my keys.
"Me too," he grinned, and before I knew it, we were up against my door, and he was kissing me.
"Do you...d'you wanna come in?" I asked when he stepped away. He smiled and I opened the door, leading him in, flicking on the lights, and tossing my keys at the wall, where they bounced and landed on the table. "You want something to drink?"
"Um...no thanks," he muttered, still standing in the hallway.
"Make yourself at home," I said, taking off my shoes and starting further into my apartment.
"You've got a really nice place here," he mumbled, looking around as he took off his shoes and followed me.
"Thanks," I grinned, stepping into my cozy warm den and sitting on the cushy couch. I patted the seat next to me and Billie sat down, shedding his jacket and putting on the arm of the sofa. "You seem tense."
"Oh, it's nothing," he answered.
"You sure?"
"It's just...you're the first girl I've had any interest in since me and Adie divorced," he murmured.
"Well, it's an honour," I smiled, and he seemed to relax a bit after that. As a matter of fact, he shifted a little closer to me. Before I knew it, we were kissing again, and his tongue was sliding into my mouth. I was sucking on his tongue when we came up for air.
He swallowed and blinked. "Wow," he breathed, "That was...wow." I grinned and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss.
I woke up a few hours later, still on the couch, under a blanket, my head on a guy's bare chest. I looked up and fell off the couch. He woke up at the movement and looked down at me. "What're you doing down there?" he asked.
"Holy shit! You're...I...we..."
"Yes, I'm Billie Joe Armstrong," he grinned, "Yes, I'm in your house. And yes, we had sex." My mouth dropped open. "Don't you remember?"
I thought back to that night. "I'm sorry," I finally muttered, "I don't sleep with my agents."
"Well you did," he shrugged, "So I'll set you up with someone else. How does that sound?" I nodded slowly, but didn't get up to lie back down. "What's up? All of a sudden nervous around me?"
"I'm sorry," I blushed, "I just find it hard to believe that Billie Joe Armstrong would want to sleep with me."
"Well he does. So get your sexy ass back up here," he smirked. I giggled and slid back under the blanket.
October 11, 2006
I woke up to a phone ringing, and then someone answering it. "Sebi, it's for you," Billie Joe murmured, handing me my cell.
"Hello?" I yawned.
"Sebi, who the fuck was that?" Emma mumbled.
"Oh, him? He's...uh...he's no one," I muttered, and at the way he was pouting, smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Yea fucking right," she said, "His voice sounds familiar but he's not Brent."
"Yea, I broke up with Brent last night," I admitted, "He hit me."
"Did you kick him outta the band too?" she asked, "Cuz I think I might kill you if you didn't."
"Don't worry, I did," I said, "Can I meet you guys somewhere?"
"Yea, meet us at Starbucks in an hour, how's that?"
"Sounds good," I shrugged, and hung up. I went to stand up, but Billie grabbed my waist and held me where I was. "Billie, I gotta go get ready," I whined, "I'm supposed to meet Emma and Matt at Starbucks in an hour."
"Should I be coming?"
"Uh, yea, cuz we gotta explain the whole record dealie," I said, still trying to pull out of his grasp.
"So then I'm gonna go back to Mike's and get ready, k?"
"Mike's? Don't you have your own house?"
"Adie gets it," he shrugged, "So I'll meet you at Starbucks in an hour, then?" I nodded and he finally let me go to stand up himself. He started pulling on his clothes while I picked mine up, and before he left, kissed me one more time. "Starbucks at noon," he repeated, and left.
I got into the shower, remembering last night and trying to forget about Brent. Because, without the large and purple bruise on my face, it was a pretty awesome night. Especially after we left the club, if you know what I mean. When I got out, I got dressed and grabbed my black fedora and trench coat and went early so I could some coffee.
***Billie Joe's POV***
I went back to Mike's place and when I got inside, he came out to see me. "So I take it you got some last night," he grinned. I nodded. "How was it?"
"Really good," I muttered, "I gotta go get ready. I'm meeting her and her band at Starbucks at noon."
"Good for you," he smiled, "It's time you got out and met someone again."
"Don't think I need to," I shrugged, "Already got someone."
"Uh...you spent one night with her. How can you know that already?"
"I dunno. I just do," I mumbled, "I'll be in the shower." I went upstairs and got in the shower, thinking about the night before. I got dressed and grabbed my own black fedora and a pair of dark sunglasses as a disguise and left again, wanting to get there early for some coffee.
***Sebi's POV***
I was standing in line to get my coffee and someone stepped in behind me. I turned my head slightly and saw a black fedora and dark sunglasses, and shook my head, smirking, thinking about how some people are just paranoid. "Hey," the person murmured, and I realized it was Billie.
"Oh, hey, I didn't recognize you," I smiled as he stepped up beside me. "You're early."
"So're you," he commented, "What d'you want?"
"I'll get it," I offered.
"No you won't," he shook his head, "What d'you want?"
"Vanilla latte," I mumbled, slipping my hand into his. He glanced over at me before stepping up to the counter.
"I'll get a vanilla latte and a black coffee," he said, and paid.
"Thank you," I smiled as we stepped over to the place where you pick up your coffees to wait.
"Vanilla latte and black coffee," the person said, and we picked up our coffees and went to a booth.
"So when're the other members supposed to get here?" Billie asked.
"Noon, remember?"
"Oh, right," he muttered, looking at his watch.
"So what'd Mike say?"
"Meh. Thinks I should 'test the waters' more," he murmured, doing finger quotes, "But what does he know? He's been single for like two years."
"So you don't plan on 'testing the waters'?" I smiled.
"Not unless something bad happens," he grinned, and I pecked his lips before settling into his side.
"There they are," I mumbled finally, waving to Emma and Matt, who'd just walked in. Emma came over to us while Matt got their coffees, and sat down next to me, eying Billie Joe warily.
"Fuck, I know you," she muttered, "Sebi, where do I know him from?"
"I dunno," I shrugged, "Green Day, maybe?"
Her mouth dropped open. "Fuck," she mumbled again, "So you're the guy who answered the phone this morning. And that's why I recognized your voice."
"Uh...yea," Billie said, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh.
"Geez, Em, quit freakin' out," I giggled.
"So tell me what happened with Brent," she sighed, trying to forget that Billie Joe Armstrong was sitting beside me.
"Well, Billie Joe was talking to me about a record deal and Brent came over and he was all, 'Why're you talking to him?' and I was like, 'Cuz I wanted to', and then he hit me and so I sacked him and kicked him outta the band," I shrugged.
"Let's see this bruise then," she said, and I pulled off my hat. "Wow, now I know why you're wearing the hat." I nodded and put it back on. "Wait a second. Did you say record deal?"
"Yep," I nodded as Matt came over with two coffees. "What d'you think?"
"About what?" Matt asked.
"Record deal," Emma squeaked.
After they finally finished with the questions, Billie and I left to go to lunch. "You know, I'm really happy you came backstage last night," I murmured, lacing his fingers through mine.
"Thank Tré," he smiled, "He was the one who made me. And I'm glad too." I smirked and kissed him again before we stepped into a random restaurant.
As we sat down, the waiter looked at me. "Whoa, you're from Hopelessly Addicted," he mumbled, "I saw your show last night. It was amazing."
"Thanks," I grinned.
"Can I get your autograph?" he asked.
"Meh, sure," I shrugged, "You gotta pen and paper?" He handed me his order pad and pen and I signed it.
"Thanks," he smiled, "I'll be back in a few minutes to take your orders." He wandered off, looking closely at the autograph.
"He's officially my first fan," I said as I looked through the menu.
"Hey, what about me?" Billie Joe whined.
"Come on, you don't count, you're an agent," I giggled, "It's your job to find good bands."
"Why did we even leave your sofa this morning?" he asked, the smile that made millions of girls around the world melt, including me, playing on his face. I grinned back. "I like that sofa."
"No, you like what we did on that sofa," I laughed.
"No, it's a really nice sofa," he insisted, "And yea, I did really like what we did on that sofa. It was...amazing."
"Well thank you," I giggled, looking around to make sure no one had heard our little sex conversation. He winked and I laughed again. Fuck, what was it with this guy? I couldn't stop smiling and laughing was easy, too.
"How's your head?" Billie asked, gesturing to his own temple.
"Throbbing," I shrugged, "But I'll be fine."
"You sure? You never ended up putting ice on it last night."
"No, I think I got a little distracted, didn't I?" I smirked, "If it doesn't stop hurting in an hour, you can take me to the hospital, how's that sound?"
"Thank you," he smiled, "It's just kinda worrying."
"You don't have to explain," I grinned, "You're better than Brent. He didn't even say anything when I broke my leg."
"Bastard," Billie muttered, and I laughed (again!). We ordered and before we got our meals, his phone rang. "Hello?...No, Tré...Yes, Tré...Yes, Tré...Ok fine. Bye." He rolled his eyes and put his phone away. "Apparently we're having practice today. You wanna come over to Mike's later on?"
"Alright," I shrugged as our meals came.
When we stood up to leave, I swayed and a growing black gathered at the corners of my vision. I grabbed Billie's hand to steady me, and, although I could barely see, I watched his head turn to look at me.
***Billie Joe's POV***
Her usually bright eyes were suddenly dark and clouded, and she looked around like she couldn't see too well. I caught her as she tilted forward, and then took her outside and to my car, where I set her in the seat beside me and drove us to the hospital. We got there and I carried her inside, seeing as she was passed out.
"Can I help you?" the clerk asked, snapping her gum, flipping her blonde hair, and filing her nails.
"Yea, I need to find a doctor," I said, "Like, now."
"What's happened?" she said.
"My friend hit her head and passed out," I muttered.
"Alright, I'll get you to fill out these forms please," she said, handing me a clipboard. I sat down, Sebi on my lap, and started to fill them out. When I couldn't fill out anymore, I reached into her pocket and took out her wallet to find her social security number and her insurance number. When I'd finished, I returned the clipboard to the clerk, who was now trying to get me to notice her, and then sat down again to replace the wallet to Sebi's pocket.
"Are you the person who's got the girl who hit her head?" a doctor asked, holding a clipboard.
"Yea," I nodded, and he gestured me to follow him towards a room. I carried Sebi there and lay her on the bed and sat in the chair in the corner while he examined her head.
"She didn't hit her head, did she?" he asked finally, turning to me.
"No," I shook my head, "See, last night I was at a club and she was playing, see she's a singer in a band, and I went backstage cuz I'm an agent for Adeline Records, right? Well, I was talking to her and then her ex-boyfriend, well, boyfriend at the time, grabbed her and accused her of, I don't know, cheating I guess. And he slapped her in the face and now she's got that ginormous bruise and we're here."
"And you're sure that you're not her ex-boyfriend?" he said accusingly.
"Yes! I'm her boyfriend!"
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