With My Love, chapter 1

Billie Joe was a rebel, a punk. He did his drugs and he drank his alcohol. Kids were scared of him, of his looks, his attitude and his words. He was a guy that was used to being looked down on, used to taking shit. He was able to defend himself. Give them shit.

That was back then.

Now he is more famous the ever. He is no longer infamous Billie Joe, no one dares to look at, the punk with no cares. He is Billie Joe, lead singer and guitarist in Green Day, who made American Idiot. Isn't that what you hear? Not Dookie or Shenanigans? American Idiot. He is on the covers of magazines. He poses for dozens of posters.

Forget all that. I remember Billie. I knew Billie, knew the real Billie. I remember little Billie Joe Armstrong, playing his guitar, singing rock songs and taking shit for it. On a good day, he'd only get his head flushed down the toilet. I remember when he used to come over to my house to cry.

At ten, his dad died. He took it hard locking himself in his room for a week. When he finally came out, he had changed. He was mad. And why not? His whole life had come crashing down.

For the first week when he came back to school, the kids left him alone. No names, no punches. This had worn of by the second week. But Billie was angry. And he wasn't taking shit. If a kid looked at him funny, he'd ram his head in a locker. If he got called a name, he'd beat the shit out of you.

At thirteen, he asked me out. I said yes. I remember it clearly. It was one of the happiest moment of my life.

'He walked up the corridor. I pretended not to see, instead placed my books in my locker. I felt someone move my hair and kiss my neck.

"Billie?" I already knew it was him.

"Hey my beautiful Vi." he gave me a cheeky grin.

"You sure know how to make a girl smile," I told him.

"I bet I can make you smile even more!" he leant forward.

"Hows that?" I knew he could, of course.

"Do you want to go with me to the Ultra Red gig? On a date?" I hadn't expected that.

"Serious?" You looked him straight in his beautiful, green eyes.

"Serious." he was telling the truth.

I always thought I thought before I acted. But right then I acted on pure impulse. I flung my arms around him and kissed him.'

I have been in love with him ever since.

We had an on-off relationship. More on then off. My mom and dad didn't approve. Billie was pretty well known. His mom didn't approve of me. I was apparently leading him astray.

So at sixteen we did something. And it was beautiful. Only Mike and Tre knew about it.

And now its back to haunt us.