Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song so We Wouldn't Get Sued, chapter 1

I had always known that little punk from across the street. He wasn't a punk before he turned twelve, but when his sister took him to see a concert, he was the most hyper, most energetic, and the loudest kid I knew. His name was Billie Joe Armstrong.

We had grown up together in Rodeo, California with nothing to do except throw rocks at each other from different sides of the road and play in our backyards. Then, when Billie Joe was ten and I was eight, we met Michael Ryan Pritchard, later known as Mike Dirnt. They would play the guitar together and I would play the drums like the little drummer that I was.

As time went by, Mike and I became a little too distant from each other. I don't know what happened, but every single time I came over to see Billie Joe, Mike would always be there, playing something on his guitar. But that wasn't what bothered me. It was the fact that whenever he saw me, he would glare at me like I was some squished bug on his windshield. Billie Joe, bless his heart, didn't even notice.

Billie Joe and I were a different story though. Instead of getting further and further apart, we became closer and closer. Whenever a boyfriend of mine would start to get out of control, like getting pissed off or something, Billie Joe was by my side, ready for anything. He was like a big brother to me, but I kept having this feeling of something more than that, even though I pushed it back most of the time.

"Jessie, happy birthday," Billie Joe yelled, running into the house. Mom and Dad's heads snapped up hearing this and I giggled as I was pulled into a big bear hug by him. "You're finally fifteen!"

"I know," I said, smiling.

"You know what this means right," he asked, his green eyes gleaming.

"Uh, no," I said, giving him an odd look.

"You're going to Gilman Street with Mike, Al, and me," Billie Joe exclaimed. "It's going to be so cool. You'll get to meet so many awesome people and see us play and all that and I just-"

"Billie, you're rambling," I said, laughing.

"Sorry, I'm just excited that you finally get to come with us," Billie Joe said, taking deep breaths. I slid a hand into his hair and mussed it up before going up to my room. Billie Joe followed close behind me, talking excitedly about how much fun I was going to have with them.

"Billie, you really need to lay off on the joints," I said, smirking at him as he lit up.

"I can't help it," he said, taking a long drag. I shook my head and opened my closet to find something to wear for the gig later. "Ooh, where that new shirt that you got from Hot Topic."

"You mean this one," I said, pulling out the black corset that Billie Joe had bought me just two weeks ago.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "It looks good on you." I looked at it and shrugged.

"Okay," I said, turning away from him. "Don't look, okay?" I heard him mumble something unintelligible and I took off my shirt. I slid into the corset top and tried to zip it up, but it wouldn't zip. "Billie, I need some help with this thing."

"All right," I heard him sigh and then his fingers were tugging on the zipper. But when it was all the way zipped, his fingers stayed planted on my shoulders, his calloused fingers massaging my tense muscles. "Jessie, I-"

"Guys, let's go," I heard Al yell from downstairs. I sighed and turned to Billie Joe, seeing his green eyes flashing with something I had never seen in his eyes before.

"Bill-" And then his soft lips were touching mine. It wasn't something that was going to turn into a big groping session. Instead, it was more like a sweet kiss. We pulled away shyly and avoided each other's eyes.

"Happy birthday," he muttered before we went downstairs to join the guys.