COMPLETED ((((SEQUEL))) BOOK ONE: https://www.wattpad.com/story/24924786 BOOK TWO: https://www.wattpad.com/story/31634785 Finally after almost three damn books, Sapphire realizes relationships aren't a strong point in her life. Whether it's her best friend, her parents, her crush, or...Tre? It seems like life couldn't get any worse for her, but wait until she gets exactly what she wants. Be careful what you wish for... (((drug use, profanities, emotions)))

BOOK ONE: http://www.wattpad.com/story/24924786-bad-boys-a-billie-joe-armstrong-fan-fiction [[COMPLETED]] The LA road trip is only the start of the adventures for Sapphire and Billie Joe. New people, new drugs and new music may get in the way of a growing friendship. As Sapphires feelings may stay the same for Billie, new interests might change all that and leave a jealous Billie sad and confused and wanting his best friend back. (((DRUG USE AND APPROPRIATE LANGUAGE)))(((I DO NOT OWN GREEN DAY, THE MEMBERS OR THE SONGS)))(((I DO NOT OWN 5SOS, THE MEMBERS, OR THE SONGS)))

**COMPLETED! BOOK 2 UP IN PROFILE**Crushes. A humiliating, manipulating feeling everyone has to feel sometime. 17 year old Sapphire thought she had had the worst of her crushes- until Billie Joe Armstrong comes into the picture. Beautiful, musical and an absolutely perfect guy for Sapphire. Who knew that her best friend could once again take away the man of dreams? See the heart break, ache and make these teenagers over come and maybe one day, they'll have there happy ending. **I do not own Green Day including the songs, band members and anything relevant** **inappropriate language and drug use**

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."

There was much that could've been said about Blaze Bernard: a patient daughter, 'devoted' friend, 'creative' student. Safe to say, liar wasn't suppose to be one of them. Infamous trouble maker Billie Joe Armstrong. Who doesn't know his name by now? The girl everyone seemed to want, a cocky asshole, Blazes best friends brother- but in Blazes case: her fake boyfriend. Although two opposites: Billie Joe being a true born selfish Jerk smothered by his mother, and Blaze raising herself, still trying to earn the attention of her own absent mom. Finding themselves in a fake relationship almost seems like an impossible chance of events to happen. None of them had ever looked at each other in any different light other than annoying acquaintances until they find them self helping each other with sacrifices they'd normally never be able to make alone. How can a selfish jerk teach such lesson to think about others? How can a lonely dysfunctional mind possibly understand the problems of family when shes got none of her own? Making sacrifices is never easy. No one said it was. But then again, what makes them think a fake relationship with out catching real feelings could be any easier?

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

"Billie Joe Armstrong with an axe, gave his Step-Dad forty whacks. When he saw what he had done..." The boy interested her as soon as she saw him. His cool and closed manner, the way his green, concrete eyes stared right through her. Danielle didn't know what she was getting herself into. And finding out would be murder. (based off the story of Lizzie Borden)

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

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-

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