Scars Will Not Fade Away(A Billie Joe Armstrong fanfic)

Stay The Night

Ok so no long speech. Just read.

When I wake up the light is shining in my eyes. I rub them and sit up. It takes a second for me to remember I'm in Billie's apartment. Slowly I crawl out of bed and walk outside to go to the bathroom. It's unlocked so I open it and jump when I see Billie standing in front of me completely naked!

We both stare at eachother before I run out of the bathroom closing the door behind me. I hear it lock.

"My bad!" I shout to him. I hear him laugh.

"Don't worry about it, Angel." Holy crap! I just saw him fucking naked! Holy crap... And the scary part is... He was fliiping hot!

I walk to the living room and sit down trying to clear my mind of what I'd just seen. I am freaking out!

Billie walks in(fully dressed) and sits down beside me. "Sorry. I need to get used to locking the door." He says. I smile.

"It's okay. I forgive you." He chuckles.

"Your letting me off the hook that easy?" I blush.

"I should've knocked." I tell him. He considers this.

"So in a way you owe me an apoligy." He says. I roll my eyes.

"If thats what you think." He grins and nods. "What do you want?" I can see the wheels spinning in his head as he thinks.

"Can you stay with me for longer than just today?" I smile and hug him.

"Yeah, I think I can do that." He wraps his arms around me and we sit together like that for a while. Once I feel his thumb stroke my scar and I shiver slightly. His grip tightens and I allow him to continue.

"So what do you want to do today?" He asks me. I try to think of anything to say instead of 'you'.

"I have no idea." I say. He looks up at the ceiling lost in thought. "What are you thinking about?" I ask him. He smiles.

"I think I am holding the awesomest girl in the world." I smile and rest my head on his chest.

"I'm flattered. Now what are you really thinking about?" He rolls his eyes.

"You don't believe me?" I look at him with a 'no-duh' look and he rolls his eyes. "Okay I was thinking maybe that..." He trails off.

"What?" I ask him. He smiles.

"You really want to know?" I punch his arm.

"Tell me!" He rubs his arm.

"Ok ok. Geez woman..." I giggle. "Lets go shopping!" I laugh at this.

"Why do you suddenly want to go shopping?" I ask him. He grins mischeifously. Then it disappears.

"No reason. We don't have to if you don't want to." I pout.

"But I do want to!" He chuckles.

"Nah..." His hand works its way up to my back.

"Please!" I beg. "I'll do anything!" Damn. It slipped out.

"Hmmmm... Anything?" He asks, the mischeifous grin coming back. I roll my eyes.

"Your such a pervert..." He laughs.

"Exactly why you love me." I blush and roll my eyes.

"In your dreams, Armstrong." I say. He stares at the ceiling again. The thing is, its not a dream.

"So... What do I want from you...?" I groan and he chuckles. He begins to rub my back, which he does when he feels like asking for something or he wants to calm me down or simply to make me smile.

"Billie, just ask me, already!" I shout. He laughs.

"Angel, just calm down, already!" He mimicks my voice, earning him another punch in the arm. "Ow!" I laugh as he rubs his arm again. "Woman..." I laugh harder, putting him in a fit of laughter. My arms ended up around his waist for support. His were on my shoulders. "Okay so I know what I want." He tells me after we calm down enough.

"What?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"Ask it in a nicer tone." He tells me. I roll my eyes.

"What do you want, Billie?" I ask as nice as I can.

"Now like you mean it." I groan.

"What is it that you want from me, Bilie Joe?" I ask. He smiles.

"Well now that you ask... I want you to get on your knees-"

"Pervert!" I shout. He laughs.

"Let me finish." I start to protest but he looks at me with those big pouting green eyes. I shut my mouth and make a motion with my hand for him to continue. "I want you to get on your knees and I want you to apoligise for hitting me twice in the arm." I was about to say 'But I'm not sorry.".

Instead I say," And if I want an alternative?" He grins.

"You have to walk naked through the apartment the rest of the time your here." My eyes widen and I scramble to the floor getting on my knees. "Thats what I thought." He chuckles.

As soon as I am on my knees, Billie sits up and holds my hands. I don't know if it's because he's afraid I'd fall over or because he wants it to be as dramatic as possible. He smiles and looks like he's trying not to laugh. I begin.

"Billie, I'm sorry for punching you in the arm, twice. I'm sorry it hurt so bad." Before I get up, I realize I'm not done. He begins to pull his hands away. I pull them back and he looks at me confused, but still smiles. "I'm sorry for leaving you when it was supposed to be you and me." His smile disappears.

"Angel, I-" I cut him off.

"I shouldn't have left. I needed to listen to you. Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry... He pulls me back up and pulls me into his lap. I would not cry. I never cry. It was weakness. He rubs my back again. He is the only person that can see me cry but I still hate it when he does.

*Flashback* 3rd person POV

"I don't want you seeing that boy ever again." Robert Lanae' was drunk and yelling at Angel.

"Dad, he's my friend!" She yelled.

"Maybe if you didn't have such a mouth, you'd have better friends!" Angel got angrier as she stood in front of her father. He was a good three feet taller but if he father took a swing, she'd have a good chance to duck out of the way.

"Billie is my best friend because he chose to be." Robert cackled.

"He feels sorry for you. I don't know why. Your just a whore that'll mess him up." It stung her. She looked up at her dad.

"At least I don't screw women, take their kids, and beat them because my lifes so fucked up." Thats when he swung. Instead of the face, it was her stomoch. She fell over and held her stomoch. Then he kicked her in the face. She reacted and tripped him. Then she ran. Where to though? Thats when she spotted a tornado of dark hair. She ran to him."Billie!" He turned around and held open his arms for her to run to. He held her close and examined her cheek where she was kicked.

"Angel, come with me for the night." She nodded and Billie walked her to his house.

Angel's POV (Present)

Billie holds me tighter than ever. I lean up and kiss his cheek, taking him by surprise.

"What was that for?" He asks. I blush.

"You deserve it." I say. He leans down and kisses my cheek, now taking me by surprise. "What was THAT for?" I ask. He chuckles.

"You deserve it." He whispers. "Now, shopping time?" I smile.

"Shopping time."

So how is it? Give me nice and long reviews and let me know your thoughts and how to make it better. Also:

1.) Should the next chapter be in Billie's POV?

2.) Make a character for the story and I'll pick a winner. She can either be with Tre, Mike, or one of Billie's ex's. PM me for details.

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