September 21, 2004
I have an interview today and I'm nervous, but at least I have Tre by my side. He always holds my hand during interviews. He even kisses my cheek sometimes. He is so cute.
"So is it true you released a new album called American Idiot?" The interviewer asks.
"Yeah, it's pretty detailed as a story itself. Sometimes Tre would catch me singing in the shower," I answered, we all laughed except Mike. He glared at me. He had a hint of seduction in his eyes though. It's like he wanted to take me, and use me. To get back at Tre.
I sat through the interview and stepped outside for a cigarette. I felt Mike's body directly behind mine and his hands on my chest. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Mike, his body was scrawny as Tre's was more broad.
Mike grinded his hips into me and I dropped my cigarette as my eyes widened in shock. His lips kissed and nipped at my shoulder seductively.
"I miss you baby," he whispered against my shoulder. His hand glazed over my zipper and I tried pushing him away. He snickered at my weakness and I whimpered. He kissed my neck and I immediately moaned. He was taken aback but it wasn't because of him, Tre helped me learn to like neck-kissing again.
"Don't act so surprised, it was Tre who built my trust you jackass," I sneered.
"Well, I don't care about that idiot right now, or ever, I just want my angel." He smirked and continued kissing my neck. I tried shaking him off but he was stronger than I remembered. He shoved me against the wall so I was facing it. Oh god no! NO!
I began to shake as he unbuttoned my shirt and slipped his hand down my pants. I realized I was crying, but who could blame me? My abusive ex boyfriend is raping me while I am dating someone else.
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The Life of Billie Joe Armstrong (Trillie/Bike)
FanfictionBillie has never liked expressing his feelings through conversations, he prefers singing or writing. He goes through life expressing his feelings with a pencil and paper.
