Scars Will Not Fade Away(A Billie Joe Armstrong fanfic)

Basket Case

Sorry im back and caution this chapter is r rated however i put parenthesis to warn you. Enjoy.

Billie's POV

I wake up to see Angel still fast asleep. I sigh and pull her closer to me. Shes finally all mine. It took five years but its so incredibly worth it. I check the time. 7:30. I need to get up for band practice at 8. I let go of Angel and get up to go to the bathroom to brush my hair. Shes mine. I want her to stay and never leave again. But what if she does leave? What if she just left? Or what if Richard takes her? I feel myself shaking and my heart quickens. I fall to my knees shaking. Fuck its happening again.

"Billie?" Angel calls. My chest is hurting and I cant make a sound. I see her shadow on the ground and she kneels down and pulls me in her arms. "Billie, shhh... Its just anxiety again. You didnt take your xanex did you?" I cant get an answer out so I just nod. She stands back up but I hold onto her leg for support. She opens the medicine cabinet and grabs a xanex and gets me a glass of water. She helps me take it and wraps her arms around me gently. "Its okay, Billie... Better?" Feeling the shakiness ease, I wrap my arms around her.

"Yeah, baby... Thank you." She kisses my cheek sweetly.

"Dont thank me..." She gets up and pulls me with her. I smirk at our height difference. Shes only like 4'11 so there was an eight inch difference. I pick her up bridal style and carry her back to the bed and set her down. She pouts. "Billie I'm not sleepy anymore..." I kiss her lips.

"I know." I crawl on the bed and pull her on me. I lean up to kiss her. She leans away and i pout. "Angel..." She bites her lip.

"Billie... Not yet." I lay back down. So much for that. I pull her beside me and hold her.

"Okay. Thats fine." She smiles and snuggles into my chest.

"Thank you... So much for caring..." I hold her tighter staring at her beautiful state. I love the way her hair curls and how it smells like roses. I love how when she smiles its like the whole world just stops because its so beautiful. I love how her body just seems to fit my arms perfectly like we were meant to be together. She strokes my chest and i cant help but smile at the feeling. I kiss her.

"No teasing." She giggles.

"Sorry..." I smile and sit up, making her frown. "Where are you going?" She pouts. I stoke her cheek.

"Band practice. I'll be back in here soon. I'm just in the other room so if you need anything, just get me." She kisses me and nods.

"Okay. L-see you." I frown thinking she was going to say something else but nod.

"See you, baby." I give her one last kiss then pick up my guitar. I walk out and see Mike and Tre' already in the living room.

"I thought we were about to have to come bash you in the head and get you up!" Mike yells. I smirk and hold my hands up.

"Sorry, guys! I'm here now!" Tre' smirks.

"So you and Angel..." I look at him shocked.

"How'd you know?" I ask.

"We came early and went to your room and saw you two asleep. Billie, you CAN get a girl!" Mike jokes. I roll my eyes.

"Lets just practice already..." Tre' smirks.

"Why, so you two can have your alone time?" I feel my face get red and i pick up a glass.

"Don't make me. You know I'll do it." Tre' rolls his eyes but keeps quiet and goes over to his drum kit. Mike picks up his bass and we start.

'Do you have the time to listen to me whine about nothing and everything all at once? I am one of those melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone no doubt about it. Sometimes I give myself the creeps. Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me. It all keeps adding up. I think I'm cracking up. Am I just paranoid? Am i just stoned? I went to a shrink to analyze my dreams. She says its lack of sex thats bringing me down. I went to a whore. He said my lifes a bore so quit my whinning cause its bringing her down. Sometimes i give myself the creeps. Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me. It all keeps adding up. I think im cracking up. Am i just paranoid? Am i just stoned? Grasping to control, so i better hold on. Sometimes i give myself the creeps. Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me. It all keeps adding up. I think im cracking up. Am i just paranoid? Am i just stoned?' i finish my guitar solo and quickly put it down. "Great practice guys! See you tomorrow!" I run down the hall and into my room.