Billie Joe Armstrong is my step-father... and I hate it [EDITING]

From The Hollow Lies

A/N: Soooo... I REALLY wanted to call this chapter "Starry Nights, City Lights" but I already USED THAT TITLE WHY WOULD I DO THAT I KNEW I WAS GOING TO CALL THIS CHAPTER THAT NAME AKHSDGKAHGSKVSKFV

Aaaaanyway - please go check out my new story :P It's about zombie's!

But seriously. Side note today!

To the side, I hope to have up a video of Michelle Keegan in action. Just to get you a taste of how she sounds, her basic body language blah blah blah. So yea. If it's not up... well... I forgot.

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I stood outside Aiden’s house. I took a deep breath. “Yea...” I said, practising. “I know... but... see... I had emergency dance class... nah. Aiden, I was late coz Kage got hit by a bus. No, I haven’t got any proof on that. Billie Joe raped me. No, that’s still not good enough.” I sighed to myself, groaning in annoynace. I just knocked the door. I waited for five long seconds before Aiden answered the door.

“Oh... hey Gra-!”

“I’m sorry I’m late, I didn’t know! See... a relative of mine came over and I totally lost track of time! Mom didn’t let me leave!” I pleaded.

“Wow... you just said three different excuses in one,” Aiden said. I sighed.

“Look... I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened... um... Kage got hit by a car going five miles per hour! He wasn’t that hurt so he got up and-!” Aiden cut me off my bursting into laughter.

“Alright, now you’re just making me laugh,” Aiden said, smiling. “It’s alright Grace. My uncle came over today anyway, I would’ve had to chase you out.”

Thank you, God.

I smiled in relief. “Good... that will save me for a while.” Aiden smiled before kissing me.

“You’re too adorable to stay mad at,” he told me.

“You’re too forgiving,” I smirked, pushing him playfully.

“Do you want me to hold a grudge?”

“... no, thank you.”

Aiden laughed at me. “C’mon inside, gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, walking into his swanky house.

“Y’know...” Aiden said, watching me admire his mirror in the hallway. “I used’a live in some ghetto place before we moved here.”

“Really?” I asked, turning around, looking at him.

“Total suburban hell, Gracie.” I was beginning to get tired of people calling me Gracie, but I decided to ignore it. “Couldn’t sleep through the night coz you knew someone was gettin’ murdered somewhere.”

“Oh God, did you get hurt there?” I asked, softly, sympathizing for him.

He shook his head. “I’m one of the lucky ones. But my cousin was beaten to death outside his own house. My dad managed to get this fancy job up here in California, so we live here now. Which is good, coz I met a ton of awesome people... like you.”

“Lest we forget living next to Billie Joe Armstrong,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“I suppose, yea,” Aiden said, laughing slightly. “We lived in some crappy apartment before moving over here.”

“Oh,” I breathed, feeling sorry for him.

“You coming up?” Aiden asked, pointing at the stairs.