"Teenagers..."

Rodeo, California on the surface doesn't seem the place where outrageous adventures and horrific tragedies can take place. At least that was what Annabel Winters believed when her mom and step-dad moved her to the little refinery town in the heat of a West Coast summer last year, and instead she was flung by a green-eyed boy into a world of chaos. But her new-found friendship with the trio of misfits will be tested by adventures and horrors alike, as well as maybe even...love?

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

A quiet, solitary girl named Avery has a very ordinary life, until one day, when her whole life is changed by one guy—Billie Joe Armstrong.

"I write best when I'm falling in love, or falling apart." He muttered to himself, his gaze was on the guitar he had gently settled into his lap as he traced over the initials 'BJ' on it with his index finger. "Which one is it right now?" I asked nervously. He looked up at me with his green eyes only for a split second, soon looking back down. Like he feared I would see the pain painted behind his jade green orbs. But if he already knew I had already saw it. "Both." He said, finally looking up at me. That's when I noticed the pool of tears for everything that he had left unspoken, with one blink they would be running down his cheeks. And I hope he didn't let them, because I couldn't see him cry. "I love you, and it's killing me." I bit my lip painfully trying to stop myself from crying. He was the right one, my heart told me when my eyes first landed on him. But he wasn't mine, and that tore me up. Because I craved him to be. I sighed, "you're breaking my heart billie." I whispered, watching the tears roll down his dull face. "I love you. And loving you feels like some sort of self destruction when I'm not suppose to but my god armstrong I love you." I sobbed. It seems to be that love could be labelled poison and we would drink it anyways. I looked at him, the sadness in his eyes felt like it was tearing me up from the inside starting with the heart. But I felt guilty to look away. "But you know we shouldn't." I said Painfully, he nodded biting his lip. "We should only be friends." "But friends don't look at each other the way we do." And I needed him, he was my life line. And he told me he needed me, he said I was his sanity. But although it felt we lived worlds against each other, one thing we both knew was. 'I'm fine.' Sounds the same. Even when it's not true ----------------- She loved him more than he would ever know. And he loved her more than he would ever show. What a tragedy. (Little spoiler, but it does end happily I promise.)

**SEQUEL TO YES, SIR** She left her heart in Oakland, but he found her three years later in New York City.

Now that Cara is on tour with Green Day, Billie and her spend more time together, which means they're getting even closer to each other than before. But when Cara's past gets in the way, they're relationship gets bumpy. Will they make it through?

Echo Green. The girl who ran successfully away from California and all her problems. The girl who left everyone behind. The girl who never got back in touch. But when Echos life collided with the teenage boy she'd fallen in love with, her problems come back one by one to bite her in the ass. As she finds herself trying to clean up the mess she left behind. Can she prove herself to by anything but the girl who ditched California in the night? Or will she get to wrapped up in the weave of her lies she'd left behind. You can't chase past. What's happened has happened. What's been has been. But will she find enough with in herself to forgive her teenage self for her past mistakes? And after all, once she's caught her past. What would she do with it? If she even still belongs there. . • American idiot: nimrod sequel

When troubled student Mallory Valentine is caught by the eye of her new music teacher Mr Armstrong, her life becomes surprisingly and quickly messy. Taking on the challenge to teach her at a subject she is aimlessly failing at can seem so much more impossible when she simply doesn't care. "Y'know its your future that's going down the drain here, not mine." He smirked over at me. Tapping the end of his pen on the piece of paper covered in scrawly hand writing, which was an attempt at the task he given me earlier. "Then why are you trying so hard to teach me?" I smirked back, watching his slowly drop. "Because its my job," he stated bluntly, his smug facial expression long gone as his emotionless eyes dropped on to me. the bags under them definitely made him look like some sort of dead undead creature. "Well Mr Armstrong I'm sure my brilliance at this subject will come to me at some point." I Bitterly smiled snatching my sheet back from off his desk. He dreaded teaching me as much as I dreaded being in his class, but the tension between us was only starting to get fun. "Good things come to those who wait," "Oh yeah? Well I'm not the patient type Miss Valentine," "I've noticed and noted, as to why it'll take a while to come to me," "You're a nightmare to teach," "Not to sound too egotistical Mr Armstrong but I do believe I'm probably the funnest nightmare you'll ever experience," "Is a fun nightmare not a dream?" "Not at all. Nightmares are fun for the nightmare... not the one experiencing it," He sighed loudly as I watched him bite away a smirk. "Go sit down. stay still and pay the lesson some attention. And for the love of God be quiet."

In which a 42 year old Billie Joe Armstrong becomes obsessed with a broken, 17 year old girl. **DADDY SMUT**DRUG USE**INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE**