The day I met him was when I was visiting my mother in prison, he was walking through the hall with the shackles around his wrists and feet so he couldn't get away. The security guards had their hands placed firmly on each one of his arms. He tilted his head to look at me and a smirk appeared wildly on his face. That blue hair, nose piercing and piercing green eyes seemed to draw me in, and like a great TV show I was hooked (Warning lots of panic attacks, depression, anxiety, abuse.)

"I don't want you to fall in love with me Thalia." Billie whispered sternly. "That won't be a problem considering asshole isn't my type"

Apparently love wasn't butterflies or poetry. It was being chained to the most irritating person you'd ever met, while wanting to kiss him, just to see what the inside of his mouth tastes like. Circa 1989. Billie Joe/OC

Sky was your typical 20 year old. Ever since she met Billie Joe they have always been close friends and sees him as another member of the family and a mentor. They were oddly close for their friendship since Billie was 43 and Sky, 20 but, they didn't think of it in any other way than platonic. But, what happens when Billie Joe comes to visit her and they become closer?

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

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-

Esme Dickinson has always lived with music in her ears and Green Day in her chest, tracing her own Boulevard of Broken Dreams and treating every lyric like a Warning she somehow understands. Their songs have always felt bigger than her life, louder than her fears. Until one concert changes everything. A single moment under the lights pulls her out of the crowd and onto the stage with Billie Joe Armstrong, a chaotic, Bang Banging type rush that hits like 21 Guns going off in her chest. Backstage, the noise fades into something quieter and more dangerous. Conversations stretch longer. Glances linger. What starts as adrenaline turns into feelings Esme can't explain, the kind of 21st Century Breakdown that happens when your heroes stop feeling untouchable and start feeling real. Now she has to decide if she can See the Light when the spotlight dies, or if some dreams aren't suited for her Ordinary World.

"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."

"Teenagers..."

Love /ləv/ noun 1. An intense feeling of deep affection. Synonyms: •deep affection, fondness, tenderness, •warmth, intimacy, •attachment, endearment 2. A great interest and pleasure in something.