*Billie's POV*
Goddamn...I wish she just knew...I should probably go talk to her...
*Back to Me*
I laid down on the car seats crying until Billie opened the door. He placed the left overs in the drivers seat. "Hey..." Billie whispered. "Ugh,Billie,yes. I know who you are,but I'm not crazy obsessed about you." I cried. "I-I just want people to-" Billie struggled. "Stop forgetting about you? Forgetting you ever existed?" I said finishing for him. He looked surprised. "H-how did you know?" He said. I smiled but sadly."Well,I can tell by the way you look. It seemed familiar. I realized that I had that expression before. Everyone I know was starting to forget about me..." I said fading the last words. "And I see you are struggling with oblivion with your band." I continued. "I,myself,and having the same struggle...I couldn't take it anymore,so I-uh..." I was having a hard time to explain it but I just showed him my arm. "I cut myself because everyone wasn't just forgetting about me,they were also treating me like trash...literally" Billies sad look built up. "Sunday,look at my arm." Billie show me his arm and I held his arm in my hands. "Why?" I asked. Billie sat down beside me and put his other hand on my cheek. "Most of my fans are starting to forget about me. And also Mike,Tré,and I are starting to separate. I-I just don't know why to do. I'll lose my career." I hugged Billie for quite a long time. I pulled away and just stared into Billies eyes. My stomach...I felt this weird feeling in it I haven't felt before. What could this mean?
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Getting Used To Punk Love
FanfictionA girl named Sunday had to take her 14 year old sister,Ally,out to a Green Day concert. Sunday wasn't really a fan until the lead singer,Billie, bumped into Sunday. (Literally.) Sunday and Billie became an idem until a girl named 80 came along. Tré...
