My heart skipped a beat. The last time a guy had talked to me face to face, was Ben. I just kept staring at this extremely handsome guy, not knowing whether I should cry, or run. Billie Joe took a step toward me, and I flinched, grounded by my own fear. He put his hands in the air, as if to surrender. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said calmly. "I'm not looking for any trouble. I just moved in across the street, y'know, with a couple of buddies of mine, and I noticed you crying. Tell me, what's your name."
A single tear rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away quickly.
"My- my name is A-Alena." I said, finding my voice.
"What a sick fuckin name!" Billie Joe said. "Alena, what happened to you? You look like shit."
He said, and I laughed. I actually laughed, because I knew I did.
"My uncle kicked me out of the house, and I don't have anything, or anywhere to go." I said, instantly noticing cold, and pulling my light sweater over my shoulders, and looking down at my beat up old Converse.
"Well, y'know, you can stay at my place! We've got three bedrooms and a couch and a television. Oh, and some weed." He said.
I smiled and giggled again. There was something about Billie Joe, I didn't know him, but he made me feel... I don't know... safe. I can't really explain it. He was just laid back, and I felt I could trust him.
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Teen FictionAlena is a girl with a troubled life. When her uncle kicked her out of the house, she stumbles upon a few musicians, wanting to reach the top. Their names are, Billie Joe, Mike Dirnt, and Tre Cool. Alena is infatuated with Billie, and Billie is just...
