Changed {Billie Joe Armstrong}

01

"Kenzie!"

"I already said I'm coming!"

I sighed, continuing to pack her lunch into her box. I put it into her school bag as I glanced at the clock. "You're going to be late, Mackenzie!"

Silence.

"Late again!" I added.

"I'm coming!"

I heard the familiar stomps down the stairs as my little six year old hopped down them. She grabbed her lunch box and I gave her a hug before she ran out the door and down the unbalanced steps.

I don't know how she does that, they still make me trip.

The house we lived in wasn't the best. To put it plainly, it was a shit hole. But I was a 23 year old single mother, there wasn't much else I could afford.

I hadn't wanted to rent an apartment with the money I had received so I bought a small house, and boy was it small.

Regardless, it was home.

I made the journey to my room and got dressed in a hurry, late again because I was making sure Mackenzie wouldn't be late. Ironic.

I grabbed my keys and hopped into the car, starting the drive to work.

I hated my job.

I worked for a magazine. My work takes pictures of bands to put on the front of the magazine, and since I wanted to do something with photography, I took it in a heart beat.

Although instead, I was responsible for getting anything the band needed, and also dressing them as if they were kids.

I walked into work and went straight to my desk, resuming the work I had started yesterday.

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*Billie Joe POV*

As soon as I opened my eyes, there was just pain and an extremely bright light. I rolled over, accidentally rolling into the floor and letting out a noise which probably sounded like someone stepping on a pig.

Mike came into the room on cue clutching a steaming cup of coffee. "Good to see you're awake." He mused, setting the coffee on the nightstand.

I put my hand up for help but I just high-fived me and left. I groaned, sitting up slowly.

"Morning!" I female voice said, causing me to let out a yell, dropping back onto the floor.

I peaked up to see a young girl, blond hair. A name?

Nope.

"Hi?" I offered, and she just chuckled.

"I had fun last night, Mr Armstrong. Call me." She grabbed my arm, writing the number down before getting dressed and walking out.

I blinked, looking at her girly scrawl on my arm. Candi? Oh I think not.

I went into the bathroom and showered, taking special care to rub off the writing but it simply faded it slightly. Did she tattoo it on my arm or some shit?

I got dressed and dried then picked up the forgotten coffee, drinking it quickly and heading downstairs with the cup.

"And he lives!" Tré exclaimed, throwing both hands up in the air and running to me, kissing all over my face. "We thought you'd never wake up, it's a Christmas miracle!"

I grumbled, washing the cup out. "It's March."

I could sense Mike behind me, arms folded. When Tré left, I knew shit was serious. I turned to look at him. "What?"

He rolled his eyes. "You know what. Do you have any idea how much of an idiot you were last night?"

"Many idiot?" I asked, and he looked mad. "Even more than that?" I went to walk away but he grabbed my arm.

"I'm serious. You need to sort yourself out. All you do is fuck random women then never call them back. Why don't you try actually settling down?" He asked, leaning on the counter.

"Alright, Mom." I scoffed, walking into the living room and sitting on the couch, watching cartoons.

No one can tell me to grow up.