finished - september 16, 2019 In which they love each other endlessly but just can't seem to get it right.

In which a wife loses all memory of her husband. (currently re-writing as of 07/2025) ••• 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: This book contains strong language, depictions of alcohol and drug use, sexual content, references to suicide, mental health struggles, pregnancy loss, and death. Reader discretion is advised. 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧: This story takes place in the '90s. While the timeline of tours, releases, and events may not be perfectly accurate, care was taken to keep it as close to reality as possible. This book includes medical terminology, dialogue, and diagnostic scenarios that have been portrayed to the best of my ability for the purpose of storytelling. While every effort has been made to present information accurately, not all medical terms, conditions, symptoms, or treatments described may be correct or reflect real life medical practices. I am not a doctor or medically trained professional. All original characters and storylines are the intellectual property of the author. This excludes the real life figures of Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Tré Cool, who are used here in a fictional context. I do not claim ownership of any music referenced. Plagiarism will not be tolerated. If you suspect this book has been reproduced or distributed without permission, please contact me immediately.

Sometimes, there can be situations where home doesn't feel quite like home. Naturally, it's instinct to go searching for a place that gives you all the comfort and the warmth the walls you live in could never give. Sometimes, home can be a place that makes you feel valid. A place that makes you feel safe and secure. "Home" is any place that lets you forget the rest of the world is in flames, even if it's just for two minutes. But sometimes, your only option comes to leaving home. When my home wasn't home, and he was what it never could be. Does that make it easier to leave? Or will it drive me insane and force me to stay. And all times, there comes a part where you depart from home. But when it's a person who finds home in you too and not a place, do you still have to leave? - "Quit it!" I snapped Turning around, my eyes were boring into his. As he smirked. Still clicking his pen. "What's wrong?" He asked, his smirk getting bigger. "You clicking your pen you Nimrod!" "Nimrod?" He asked me laughing. "I haven't heard that in a while." He looked away. "Yeah whatever, just stop with that!" - Sometimes, love stories... don't always go right. -40,564 words-

"You've been weird with me for days now!" I shouted, "Why? Billie what happened between us? You won't even look at me any more, do i mean nothing to you or something?" "-No! It's not like that-" "-I've known you my whole life and now you act like you don't know me. Do you care about me?" "Of course I do-" "-then why are you staring at your converse right now?" He looked up at me finally, his eyes meeting mine. "Because looking at you makes me nervous recently," he sighed lightly. "Why?" "I don't know. It's not that you don't mean anything to me because- by God phee you do. You're my BestFriend and I've always been myself around you but now I get all nervous and my stomatch starts feeling weird and-" he cut himself off as he stopped talking mid way through sentence. "And?" "I don't know. One moment I can't take my eyes off you then the next I'm scared to let them lay onto you," "Why? Billie it hurts when you don't look at me, why do you dodge my eyes when they try to meet yours?" He breathed in lightly. He looked back down but made sure to quickly look back at me. "It isn't that I won't look at you cause you don't mean any thing to me, I don't look at you sometimes because the impact your gaze gives me now, scares me. You make me feel all tingly and gooey. And it scares me." "Why does that scare you?" "Cause I've never felt this way before, i don't even know what it means," his eyes looked back down at the floor. And instead of getting angry about it i let them. Because I understood why they were scared to look at me. I make him feel new feelings he's never even knew exsisted, and he doesn't like it. he doesn't even know what those feelings are. And call me crazy, but maybe he loved me too, not in the friendly way. Maybe he loved me but he didn't realise. He looked back up to me, he gave me a half hearted smile before he spoke up again. "Seeing you use to be so easy, but now you breathe and i turn to stone."

1989 Lucy in a sky of diamond, and she shines the brightest.

"My name's Michael Nesmith by tha way," The man said as Mary Grace opened the door, "Mike if you'd rather, I reckon." "My name's Mary Grace Knox," Mary Grace said as Mike shut the door behind him.

Paul falls for "the local whore" that lives on Lime Street. Little does he know, she's hiding something huge.

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Trying to deal with the death of her father, (Y/n) thinks that her life will never be anything more than what it is now until she meets Billie Joe and after that her life is never the same. Warning: May contain some smut and strong language

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