Okay, that's it. Frank is a jerk. He just wanted to make out through the whole movie, and then after I saw him kissing a girl. I stormed home, not even allowing myself to cry. Billie couldn't see me cry. I got the house, opened the door, and stormed inside, up the stairs, to my room. I slammed my door, and sat on my bed. I wouldn't cry. I heard a tiny knock at my door.
"Natalie?" I groaned.
"Fuck off Billie."
"You okay?" He persisted.
"I said fuck OFF." He opened the door and walked inside, sitting next to me. I sat, not even bothering to talk to him. He turned to me.
"Jerk, huh?" I nodded and couldn't not cry. I brought my knee's to my chest, and Billie looked alarmed. "Don't cry..." This made me cry more. "Hey, it'll be okay..." I kept crying and he wrapped his arms around me suddenly. I wanted to slap him, but he was all I had at that moment, and I actually needed him. I cried on his shoulder and he kissed my head. We stayed like that until I had stopped crying. I suddenly felt his whole body stiffen. I looked up and saw he had tears in his bright eyes. I hugged him a little closer, and a tear actually ran down his face. I made the toughest guy I know cry, by not hating him.
"Why are you crying?" I asked.
"I don't even know. I feel like a woman." He wiped his eyes, and I moved from him.
"Control yourself, Armstrong." I said. He smiled at me, and then suggested we went to listen to the new part of Green Day's song.
Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
**AN* I hope you guys are enjoying the story. I could use even more idea's on where to take this one (I'm new, sorry lol) so please leave a comment. I love hearing from you!*
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My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong
FanfictionNatalie's dad died a few years ago, and of course her mother started dating. She just wasn't expecting her to bring home Billie Joe Armstrong, the lead singer of Green Day.
