Yes, Sir || B.J.A.

-twenty four-

We had been driving for what felt like ages. The only thing cutting the tension between us and keeping the car from total silence was the music of The Doors. I couldn't help but smile when he put one of their cds on. It reminded me of my first time in detention. My first time really alone with Billie Joe. 

He dropped his obnoxious uptight authoritative persona and I got to see the real him for the first time. 

My smile faltered though. Why did I ever think getting involved with my teacher was a good idea? I hurt him. He'd never admit it to me, but I did. I hurt him when I was with Michael. I couldn't even deny that I used Michael to get to Billie Joe. I'm a sick and terrible person. Nothing new here. Even though Michael turned out to be a manipulative asshole, I still feel bad. 

And Joey. Dammit! I have such a good thing going with Joey. And leave it to me to develop feelings for Billie Joe's son! Just my damn luck, right? What is wrong with me!?

"Melina? You in there?" Billie Joe asked, waving his hand in front of my face, taking me from my thoughts. 

"Huh? Oh uhm, sorry" I forced a small smile. 

He let out a sigh. He seemed conflicted. A few minutes later and we were parked in the middle of nowhere.

Okay, it wasn't the middle of nowhere. To me it was. We got out of his car and I followed Billie Joe closely into a building. I looked up to read the sign on the building. 

"Broken Guitars..?" I asked out loud. 

"Yeah uhm, this is my guitar shop. I opened it up over a year ago but it seems like I'm never here anymore. Figured I'd give you a tour" he smiled, and it was a genuine one. 

I couldn't help but smile back. "I'd like that, seeing as I'm stranded in Oakland" he laughed at this and lead me into the store. 

He turned the lights on and I couldn't help but stare in amazement. The store was packed with guitars. Various models and colors. Acoustic and electric. 

Was I in heaven?

"Like it?" Billie Joe asked, laughing at my facial expression.

"Yeah, you could say that" I said, after pretty much picking my jaw up off of the floor. 

He chuckled. "I want to show you something, if that's okay" he offered with hopeful eyes. 

At this point, you already know I can't say no to him. 

He lead me into this small room that had a two black couches, some posters on the walls, a nice red rug, a fridge and some music equipment set up. 

He motioned for me to sit down and I did. He walked over and picked up and old looking guitar. It was this light blue Fernandes Stratocaster covered in various stickers and his initials in some red tape. 

"This is going to sound crazy but when I was a teenager, I uh, I wanted to be a rockstar. I used to play every day for hours and hours. My friends and I formed a band and we weren't that bad. But uh, long story short, I didn't really get to live out my dream for too long. A lot of bad stuff happened and I had to realize that being a rockstar wasn't an actual job and I became a music theory teacher." he let out a sigh. 

"Billie Joe I didn't-" 

"Please just let me finish," he cut me off. I remained silent. "I was in love once too. She made me better. She encouraged me to play music and maybe get the band back together. But at this point, it wasn't really possible. But that didn't stop her from having my back and supporting any musical decisions. I told her I wanted to open up a guitar store but we didn't really have the money for it." He was talking about Adrienne. I felt myself wanting to cry. 

"Anyway," his voice cracked at this point. "she was the only woman I had ever fallen in love with. There were plenty after her but none of them were serious. I never thought I'd have feelings for a woman ever again. And then I met you." 

And in that moment, my heart dropped. I took in his features. He wasn't kidding. Not in the slightest. 

"You brought that spark back in my life. I started playing guitar again. Relentlessly, even. I started writing songs again. Lots of them. Almost every day. Melina, I think you saved me in a way. I can't really explain it and I'm so sorry for everything. I'm also really sorry for that whole Michael thing, I shouldn't have left you. I'm so stupid. I finally had you and then I ended up losing you again. If we never talk again or have a real connection again after tonight, then that is all up to you. But I needed to do this. I needed one last time alone with you. And I wrote a song a few days ago about well, us. Can I play it for you?" 

This felt like a dream. Like one big crazy dream. I cleared my throat, afraid my voice would crack. "Please do" I smiled a small smile of encouragement. He smiled back and picked up his guitar. 

"Puke stains and cigarettes
The party is in my pocket
I'm looking for a drink
And a couch to call my own
Give me a bump and I will crawl
And whisper dirty lies
The rapture in your ear
And we'll both be terrified

Bloodshot eyes and you're peppermint
We can roll like dogs from the devil
Gimme one last try for your love tonight
I'll be the king forever
And you can be my sunshine

We are the devil's kind
We are the devil's kind
We are the devil's kind
And now I won't back down
I said I won't back down
I am the devil's kind

Take me into the water
And pull me from the slaughter
Because I've got the shakes
And I'm so petrified

Bloodshot eyes and you're peppermint
We can roll like dogs from the devil
Gimme one last try for your love tonight
I'll be the king forever
And you can be my sunshine

We are the devil's kind
We are the devil's kind
We are the devil's kind
And now I won't back down
I said I won't back down
I am the Devil's...

We are the devil's kind
We are the devil's kind
We are the devil's kind
And now I won't back down
I said I won't back down
I am the devil's...  kind"

He finished the song and set his guitar down. "What did you think?" he asked.

 I couldn't even comprehend what was going on in front of me. He wrote a song about us. Whatever we were. He wrote about it. He did feel something towards me. His confession blew me away. But to add on to it, he wrote a damn song about it too! 

I felt a tear roll down my face. He reached forward and wiped it away. He didn't move away from me right away. I was met with his bright green eyes. They weren't as dull as they were the last time I looked at them. I smiled slightly at that. He smiled back and leaned in, placing a firm but soft kiss on my lips. I kissed back with no hesitation. There were no thoughts of consequences in my mind at all. All that mattered at the moment was Billie Joe. 

We both pulled away after a while and he looked at me intently. 

I let out a shaky breath. "Billie Joe Armstrong, you will be the death of me." I smiled, making him laugh.

"I love you too." 

. . .

A/N: GUYS WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS CHAPTER?????

Did you like it? Was it too sloppy? I'm sorry! I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. But hey, it's my reading week so starting off the first day with an update seemed necessary to me. 

And I just saw Billie Joe's movie Ordinary World and I don't hate it. He's so cute and during the movie I was like comparing that Billie to 'Yes, Sir' Billie and kept laughing so hard. I mean Billie Joe as a seductive school teacher? Who would ever read something like that!? Oh wait.....

Anyway, let me know what you think. Still plenty of chapters to go seeing as I have NO idea how to end this book. So yeah.

Thanks for reading babes and I hope you have a good day!

Rage & Love ~