when we were forever young// bja fanfic

chapter 1

I knew I never should have talked to this boy. I've known since my deep ocean blue eyes met his sparkling emerald pearls. Billie Joe Armstrong. God, the name can make a girl melt like a popsicle on a hot summer day. He was definitely the best thing that's happened to me. He saved me. But, it all started with the crazy wind-up monkey I was sat next to.

***

"AELLA YOU'RE GOING TO MISS THE BUS," my mom screams from the kitchen, "GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!!"

I pull on my black Herschel backpack and start toward the door. I grasp the cold metal of the doorknob and pull it open only to find Piper standing in front of me.

"JESUS FUCK!" I gasp. My sister laughs at me only making me angrier. It's not like the amazing sleep I got last night wasn't angering me to no end. "Move," I demand, lightly shoving her into the wall.

I step down only to find my red-faced mother standing by the medicine cabinet. "Hurry up and take your medicine. The bus will be here any minute." I oblige by taking the small peach oval between my index finger and thumb and tossing it in my mouth. I swallow it with a swig of water from the faucet.

I almost trip up the bus steps from going too fast. Great job Aella, embarrass yourself on your first day at a new school in a new town. I sit myself down in the first seat I find open. I lay back on my backpack leaning my head on the window and put in my earbuds. Through the small speakers, I hear the dulcient sounds of punk rock music. The bus takes FOREVER to get to the high school where I will be at for the next seven god damn fucking hours. Kill me now.

I make my way to my locker where I put all of my textbooks and notebooks. Well, all except my history textbook, and the one thing that holds a very special place with me at all times. I always have it with me because if I lost it, I dont know what I'd do. It has all of my personal things. All of the trauma, emotions, and secrets. If it got out, I'd be ruined. I could never show my face again. And that's why we moved in the first place. My mom and dad divorced when I was three, my sister was only a year old. My dad left, and moved here to Oakland. Even though we still lived in the shitty town of Bloomington, Illinois, we still kept in touch. But after my notebook got out we couldn't live in Illinois anymore, the bullying had gotten too much to bear and we had to get out of there. So, here we are now in the beautiful Oakland, California.

The slamming of a locker beside me brings me back to Earth. I look up to see a girl with blonde hair. Well, that's debatable. She has really grown out roots, and it isn't as blonde as it is yellow. She is very pretty, but I can tell she is going to be a pain in my ass. I grab my things and almost run to my first class.

I walk past the classroom door that has the number nine on a black plaque on the thin window beside the door. I come to an abrupt stop making my black high top converse screech on the tile. I turn around and enter the room. My body crossing the threshold of the door was like crossing the gateway to hell. The room itself was bland and needed decorating. There was nothing on the white concrete block walls besides a mural of people. I take my seat on the opposite side of the room from the teacher's desk in the very back. God, how I hope no one sits next to me.

I hear obnoxious laughter in the hallways causing me to look up. The laughing stops as he enters the room, and the green-haired boy looked directly at me. That's when I knew problems were coming my way. He makes his way over to my desk as I quickly look down.

"Is this seat taken?"

"Nope." I say assuming it's the boy. He plops his bag down next to the chair before falling into the seat next to me.

"I'm Tre, Tre Cool. You are very pretty. You should meet my friends."

"Well, I'm Aella, and I'm flattered. If your friends are anything like you, I'd love to meet them, but class is starting." I say as the bell rings.

"Who cares? I mean this is fucking history. And that's George Washington himself." He laughs as the teacher comes in.

"Oh my god, TRE that's so mean," I laugh, "I can't say it's not true though." We settle down as everyone stares at us. The teacher has us take the classic 'welcome back to school' survey. It ends up taking the entire class period surprisingly. The bell rings and I set off to my next class.

I enter the door to the music room where I see all sorts of instruments. There's a couple bass, electric, and acoustic guitars. Along with a couple drum sets, amps, and classical instruments. I take my seat, again in the back but not as far from the teacher. A tall, thin, blond-haired boy walks in and immediately catches my attention. Honestly, I don't know how he wouldn't catch attention. He immediately looked at me. Not the same way Tre did but as a 'she looks nice' way.

He makes his way over to me and takes a seat beside me as that's where his seat was assigned. We exchange looks every now and then. The teacher invited us to greet each other so we did.

"I'm Mike." He greets. Short and simple.

"Aella. You sound familiar. Were you the one laughing with the green-haired boy this morning?"

"Yea, actually. Tre, Billie, and I" Mike adds. "Tre met up with me during passing talking about some red-haired girl he met in first."

"Oh, really," I say surprised. "Well what did he say?"

"Tough telling ginger. Promised I wouldn't tell. Plus, no talking." Mike says as the teacher brings us back. The remainder of the class period is the usual "first-day" procedure. Third hour was a bit interesting though. When the boy of my dreams enters through the door late.