A Billie Joe Armstrong Love Story *Editing*

A Billie Joe Armstrong Love Story

Chapter 1

My name is Angelina but I go by Angie, I'm 16 years old, almost 17. I'm going to tell you a story about the day I met the love of my life. His name is Billie Joe Armstrong, yes the Billie Joe Armstrong. I never thought I, out of all people, would date someone famous, especially since I'm not popular and I'm ugly, lame, worthless, and well everything that isn't pretty! Lets just put it that way.

Anyway I'm not like other girls I'm... different. I don't go crazy over some famous hot guy or go out on dates or dress like a girl(I'm kind of a tomboy). I don't know how Billie fell in love with me but he did. At first I thought he was just using me for something but why would he do that? He already has a band, he's famous, he's attractive, and he has money.

But all those reasons aren't why I fell in love with Billie. I fell in love with Billie because underneath all that eyeliner(or as I like to call it 'guyliner') and good looks, there's a sweet and sensitive guy. Well I'm pretty sure your tired of hearing me and just want me to move on with the story so I'll stop talking.

1 year earlier

Angelina's P.O.V.

The school bell rang and it was time for us to go home. Ugh! I really don't wanna go home. Did I mention my parents abuse me!? No I didn't, I'm not sure if my friends know but I think they do. I only have two friends, everyone else hates me. Everyone thinks I'm emo because of all the cuts and bruises on me and because of the way I dress.

The reason I don't deny that I am emo is so they won't know that I am being abused. I know what your thinking, why wouldn't I want anybody to know? Because ever since I was a little girl my mom and dad always used to threaten me that if I ever told anybody about this they would kill me and I guess they had me kind of traumatized.

You know how when your little and you grow up you don't really remember anything about your childhood, well I remember absolutely everything, like if it was yesterday. I wish I could forget everything.

The beatings, the violence, the pain... but it's like I'm scarred for life, I guess you can never forget the bad things that happen to you. Ha, my whole fucking life is a bad thing!

Max snapped me out of my thoughts as I walked down the school hallway towards the bus. "Hey you okay!?" he asked "Yeah I'm fine I was just thinking." I say and give him a small smile "About me?" Max asks and smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at me. I chuckle and shake my head "Shut up, wheres Derek?"

Max and Derek are my only two best friends and they're popular! I don't know why they want to be my friends in the first place but all I know is that they aren't using me or just trying to earn my trust so they can humiliate me in front of the whole school! I know because we've been friends since like 7th grade and that is good enough for me to trust them.

"He went home early, he was sick...well I think he was I'm not sure if he was faking or not." he says with a now confused look, I laugh and start heading towards the bus but stop when Max gets in front of me "Where do you think your going?" he asks, I give him a confused look and say "Um... home?" but it sounds more like a question. "Um, no your not! Your walking home with me, Dereks not here and im not walking home alone." he says pulling me away from the bus. "Wait but-" before I can say anything else a blue familiar car pulls up on the side of us, blasting Green Day music out of the speakers. It was Dereks car! He rolls down the window and smiles at us "You ladies wanna ride?" he yells from inside the car. I laugh and get in the passengers seat and Max rolls his eyes and gets in. "I thought you were sick?" I ask "Yeah sick of school!" he snorts, I chuckle and shake my head. One day he's gonna get caught if he doesn't stop this.