OMG! I can't believe that we're going to PART THREE of this story! This is the FARTHEST I've gone on writing a fanfic and I want to thank my loyal readers (who have read through every-effing-chapter...no matter how much it sucked) for that! I feel like a loyalty award is in order...Nah...
I'll just mention the people who've won the loyalty award on the last chapter of this story. I owe you guys like...A LOT of virtual coffee...plus Skittles and, Frankenberry...
I just feel grateful for all the support, the compliments and, although I've never received a bad comment or something, I'm grateful for those critics...even if they never actually posted a comment here or what not.
Okay, this certain part right here DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE STORY so I'll just post another chapter right after this one.
Part Three: The Chelsea Rhone Theory
It only took me four days into the school year to realize that something was really wrong with Billie Joe Armstrong.
That there might be an extra something in that brain of his.
I’ve always known him as a popular guy, with an I-don’t-give-a-flying-fuck attitude that most of the school’s female population adore.
And I knew when the symptoms of his brain death started showing but I don’t know what triggered it.
I mean, for those first four days of senior year, Billie Joe Armstrong (yes, the Billie Joe Armstrong) started talking to me. Me. The freaky Math girl. The loser. Chelsea Agatha Rhone.
Not that he’d know my middle name, anyway.
I tried to reason out to him that he might as well be at the bottom of Stonewall High’s social caste system regardless of how many girls he has wrapped around his finger.
That Brahmins aren’t supposed to be with the Dalits.
But all I remembered he did was to shrug carelessly and say, “so what? No one cares about history anymore.”
Not that I have anything against Billie following me around like some sort of a lost puppy.
Because I’ve got the feels for him ever since.
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The Loser's Girlfriend [A Billie Joe Armstrong Fan Fiction]
FanfictionBillie Joe Armstrong. Smart, badass, talented, handsome and, popular. A really cool kid. One that every girl from Stonewall High currently dreams of. Chelsea Agatha Rhone. Quiet, conservative, hermit-like, nerdy and, alone. A really pretty person. O...