"what the fuck is this?" i say as we pull into a busted ass strip club in south Dallas.
"this is where we're doing our business. put on those glasses." Billie Joe said as he grabbed his phone, unbuckled his seat belt, and waited for the bodyguards to open our car doors and escort both of us to the entrance of the club.
two men at each of our sides walked us to the front of the SUV where Billie and i joined hands, and walked into the club.
i was instantly overwhelmed with the loud music, and the girls on the poles.
the smell of marijuana flooded my senses. everyone starred Billie Joe and i down, as we walked hand in hand with two men to our sides.
"you think i could roll up in here?" i whispered to Billie, and seeing his soft smirk.
after walking into the club, a man and a woman approached us, walking hand in hand like Billie Joe and i were.
"Ryan, Natalia, nice to see you both again." Billie said, removing his sunglasses. his hand remained attached to mine.
"Billie, Billie, Billie." Ryan, im guessing, sighed as he let go of Natalia's hand. "what are we going to do with you? you just picked up, like how many kilo's?"
"hey there, quit counting my purchases. Natalia, this is my wife Noelle."
"hi Noelle! im sure you're over 18, but could i potentially see your ID? i don't want any underagers in my club." Natalia asked nicely, so i decided to let her see what she wanted.
after all, it was a fake ID.
"okay, Ryan. where are my drugs?" Billie Joe said, letting go of my hand, and holding his sunglasses with both hands. strange.
"back in a jiffy, your majesty." Ryan joked, before leaving to a room in the back. Natalia followed, as i suspected.
Ryan came back with a suitcase full of cocaine. which i expected.
"you think you can get me a pound of bud? y'know, for my wife over here." Billie said, looking over at me and smirking.
"of course, anything for a good friend of ours." Natalia said, going to the back, and bringing back a sealed package of a large amount of maryjane.
one of Billie Joe's bodyguards handed Ryan a briefcase full of cash, and Ryan handed my 'husband' a pound of weed, in a vacuum sealed bag.
the bodyguards took our side, as Billie Joe and I said our goodbyes, and headed out of the door.
we walked hand in hand, like always, back to the SUV.
"y'know, you didn't have to get me that weed." i let out a long dramatic sigh as i buckled my seatbelt around my waist.
"because."
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"here. i cleaned it for you." Billie Joe said as he handed me a small bong and a grinder.
i opened the bag, and was smacked in the face with the strong smell of herb. i got a small nug and put in the grinder and began twisting.
i loaded the bowl with the devil's lettuce, and let the flame from my lighter roll over it.
sharp smoke filled my lungs, and they began to burn. nothing i'm not already used to.
"give me a hit, you fucking weed hog." Billie said, as he walked in, with no shirt on.
oof.
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(a/n)
im very sleepy so this is my halfassed chapter that i started two weeks ago and never finished.
IM SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED. LIFE IS CRAZY.
okay but seriously ill update more often. i promise. if i dont, i give you all permission to cut my arm off
okay gnight
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my kidnapper is my savior. /Billie Joe Armstrong/ DISCONTINUED
Fanfiction"tell that slut daughter of yours to go get us a carton of ciggies." that was the order from my step father, that changed my life forever.
