Little Girl, Little Girl || T.C.//G.D.

Home is where your heart is but what a shame

I stumbled down the dark alley. It was cold and nasty but I still preferred it over my foster home.

My name's Rylee Presley and I'm an orphan. I have dark brown hair but I've ombred it and so it goes from dark brown to auburny to blonde. My hair is naturally wavy and I have my nose pierced. I lived in California my whole life and right now I'm just chilling in the Bay Area in some alley.

Yes, I'm running away but that house was not a home. I'm 15 and I've been through 12 foster homes already. Trust me it's not something I'm proud of. But it's like they picked the worst foster homes possible for me.

"Hey baby lookin' for a good time?" I heard a guy holler and some laughter from his friends. I kept walking and I heard the foot steps grow quicker. I started running and heard them chasing after me. I ran and ran and ran and looked back over my shoulder to see if they were still chasing me. They weren't. I smiled. Then suddenly...

BAM!

A door had swung open and hit me right in the face and knocked me on my ass. My vision was a bit blurry and my head really hurt.

"Oh shit!" I heard someone exclaim. My vision was still adjusting but I saw a dude crouch down in front of me. "Shit! Hey are you okay? I'm so so so soooooo sorry." he apologized.

That voice. It sounded so familiar. Could it be? Nah, get real Rylee...

"Hey! Chick! You gonna be okay?" he asked. My vision finally focused and holy shit. Knelt before me was Tre Cool. My eyes widened a bit but I nodded slowly. He chuckled. "I like your shirt." I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing my Nimrod shirt, black ripped skinny jeans with a silver studded belt (like Billie Joe's), a black beanie, my black leather jacket and my black combat boots. I had on some black eyeliner and mascara. I giggled "Thanks" I managed to spit out. "I take it your a fan and you know who I am?" he asked. "Uh yeah" I admitted smiling softly. "You got a name?" he asked. "Rylee Presley." I stated. "Presley? Like Elvis Presley?" he asked, his eyes lighting up. I laughed "Yes, like Elvis Presley." I get that a lot. "Well Miss Rylee Presley we should get some ice on your forehead." he smirked. I giggled and nodded. He helped me up. I went to go walk but he lifted me up and carried me bridal style into the building he was originally leaving. He sat me down on some black equipment box or something. He got me an ice pack and pressed gently against my forehead. "Thanks" I murmured. He smiled "It's nothing Rylee really. Hey uh, why are you carrying a big backpack? Going somewhere?" Fuck. Shoulda known this would end up happening. "Uhhh.. I uh.." I stammered. I titled his head and looked at me curiously. It was adorable. "I'm uh.. r-running away" I mumbled. "What?" he asked. "I'm running away" I spoke louder. His eyes widened. "Why?" "I'll have to tell you some time when my head doesn't hurt as much." I laughed lightly which caused him to smile. "You asking me on a date Rylee Presley?" he smirked. I burst out in laughter. "No sorry Tre I'm not." "Oh well then" he pouted. I leaned in and kissed his cheek "Sorry but you're a bit too old for me" We both laughed.

"Hey Tre man we're gonna go get something to- uhm.. Tre ?" I heard a familiar voice and right before me I saw Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Jason White. I was breathing the same air as Green fucking Day. But now is not the time to fangirl.

"Guys this is Rylee Presley. I uh, I accidentally hit her in the face with a door so I'm just making sure that she is okay." Tre explained. Mike and Jason nodded but Billie Joe eyed me suspiciously. It made me self conscious so I pulled my knees up to my chest and curled up as much as possible.

"Why do you have a backpack?" Billie pointed out. I decided I shouldn't lie to him. "I uh.. I'm running away" I spoke timidly and barely audible. He came closer to me and gently pushed my legs down and was pretty close to me. "Could you say that again? I didn't quite hear you." he subtly smirked at me. "I'm uhm. I'm running away." I didn't notice that Mike had sat beside me on the box thingy ma jig.