when we were forever young// bja fanfic

chapter 2

My first two classes of the day weren't all that exciting, besides meeting two new possible friends. Little did I know that third hour would change my life forever. With the life path I'm currently taking, I'll be dead by the time I turn eighteen. The only things that make me happy anymore are drugs, music, and my dogs.

I walk into my third-hour geometry and make my way to the back of the classroom. Where I slouch into my chair. About 5 minutes into the lecture someone walks in. I'm not paying attention so I don't notice right away, but I soon look up and see him. A boy maybe six feet tall, shaggy hair that had been bleached to blonde. He had pearls instead of eyes, with emeralds in the center. I could look into those gems all day. I notice that he's also looking at me with a gleam in his eye. This boy is already the death of me.

He finishes his conversation with the teacher and looks directly into my eyes. He walks toward me, almost smirking. I look away in embarrassment as he sits down next to me. "Hey ging, you gotta pencil, or a smoke?" He says.

"Actually, I got both. And a name, Aella."

"Well, Miss Attitude, my name is Billie, Billie Joe. You got lunch next hour?"

"Why yes, I do Billie Joe," I smirk. "Why don't you meet me behind the school by the dumpsters after this hour?"

"Deal."

***

"So, what's your story?" I ask, lighting the cigarette hanging from his soft rose lips.

"Well, I'm the youngest of six," he starts, "I'm in a band with my buddies Mike, and Tre-"

"-You're Billie? No shit. I met them earlier." I cut him off.

"Well, then you must know how much of a dipshit Tre fucking Cool is. Mike too, but not as much as Tre. You gotta love them though. So, as I was saying. I'm in a band called Green Day. You should come see us. We play at 924 Gilman sometimes, in Berkeley. Actually, now that I think about it, you should come to our band practice today after school. I can take you with me after school if you want."

"Yea, that sounds awesome. I wasn't doing anything anyways. So meet me at my locker after the bell. 3099." I smile while taking the cigarette from him.

"So what about you Ae, what's your story?" He asks genuinely.

"Well, I have a little sister, parents divorced, one moved here. I'm originally from the great state of Illinois where there are cornfields in the MIDDLE OF FUCKING TOWN." We laugh, "I like that name, 'Ae' that's a first. Now I just need a name for you. How about 'BJ?'"

"I only let a couple of people call me that, but I like you so you can call me that." We stand out by the dumpsters talking about teachers, his band, and just the town in general until the bell rings.

"I better go to class. See you later!" I say walking to class. God damn. He's fucking hot.

My last classes go by and all I can think about is Billie. God, he's going to be the death of me. I can already feel it. The last bell of the day rings and I rush to my locker.

I see Billie standing at my locker already. "You ready?"

"Yup!" I reply. We walk down the halls to the main school doors. It's a long walk to his car, but I can make it. He unlocks his beat up car and gets in as do I.

He starts the car and puts in a cassette. The Who starts blaring out of his speakers and we both start singing along. The ride to his place is awesome. Music is blaring, we are screaming lyrics, and we are dancing.

We get to his place and he parks the car. He takes me to the basement where I see band equipment and a lounging area. In the lounging area is Tre and Mike already smoking a joint. Billie and I sit on the couch together and they pass the joint to Billie. He takes a drag and blows it in my face passing it to me. I take the joint from his fingers and place it between my lips. I inhale as I normally do. When I finish and exhale, I see Billie, Tre, and Mike all looking at me shocked.

"You're gonna be so fucked up after that hit." Mike says taking the joint from me.

"Nah, that was nothing."

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THAT WAS NOTHING?!" Tre yells at me.

"I mean I could get super fucked up," They all look at me blown away. Billie looks at me in a different way though. It is still a blown away look but it has more lust in it than the other two, "does anyone have a drink or something?"

"Like this?" Billie pipes up holding a handle of Titos.

"I could fuck you right now, that was so hot. It's like you read my mind or something." I say taking the bottle from him. I unscrew the cap and shoot it straight a couple times before handing it back. "Where even was that?"

"Up my ass." He says matter-of-factly.

"Good to know." I reply. At this point, the joint has already circled back to me. I take a hit and from this one I can start to feel a buzz. I'm not quite tasting colors yet, but I'm hovering. I pass the joint to Mike but he seems to have tapped out. So I offer Tre and he takes it with enthusiasm.

It gets back to me when the boys decide it's time to practice. Tre takes his place behind the drum kit. Mike takes his bass, placing the strap over his head and on his shoulder. Billie grabs his blue Fernendes LE-1 covered in stickers and read "BJ" in red tape.

"Nice guitar, BJ." I mock.

"Why thank you, Ae. Her name is Blue." He said as I made a mental note. They started to actually practice while i was still smoking. A few songs later Tre had Blue and was mixing folk with BDSM.

"Wanna be your dominated love slave, i wanna be the one who takes the pain. You can spank me whne do not be-have. Smack me in the forehead with a chain..." Tre sang it loud and proud. Billie looked like he was having loads of fun there behind Tre's drums. When the song concluded, they were all rolling on the floor as i was clapping and dying of laughter.

They took a break and decided to get higher, and higher, and higher. And i'm no pussy so i joined them. It was around 1:30 when Mike and Tre left. Leaving Billie and i alone in his house.