this is just a collection of my shitty one shots...enjoy:) contains explicit content.

You start off your senior year or rather the end of your senior year in a new school. You meet him. He was sure a interesting person. Maybe you can avoid your past mistake and learn from it.

-one shots of Billie Joe Armstrong x Reader -03.09.21-Present

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

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?

Can you imagine what's it's like, to have your heart not only broken, But stamped on and ripped to shreds by a boy who's face you can not go a day with out? His voice constantly on every radio station, his face on every music channel, his name on every music magazine. Maybe he's matured a little since. After all, we were young dumb teenagers in love. Or maybe he'll just never change. "I put my heart in your hands Billie Joe," I chocked as the tears continued to spill out of my eyes and down my face. "And you handed it back in a million fucking pieces," "Look, I know I hurt you. I didn't know what I was doing I swear, I never meant to me make you cry or to break your heart," he defended with the guilt burning in his eyes. "It haunts me everyday what I did to you, although it was all those years ago I haven't gone a day where I don't regret it," "I was never able to fully get over you. I was never able to forget the light in your bastard eyes. Or the way you laughed. Or the way you smiled. Because everywhere I turned there you were. On my television, playing in my stereo In my car. And it is. Torture. Even after all those years," "But I'm not that person anymore," He repeated desperately. "I've changed. For the better," "And how am I suppose to ever believe you?" "Please. Just trust me. I promise you, I won't break your heart again," he babbled nervously. As he fidgeted with his fingers. "I'll never be that me again," I took in a deep breath. As I felt my hands shake slightly still as they sat in my lap. "We're not who we use to be." I sighed. "And I'm scared to get hurt again," He took my shaking hands into his as he held them. Stroking the back of my hand with him thumb. "We're gonna be trapped in active depart forever," he whispered. "If you don't let me change the way you think of me when your eyes meet mine." "Trapped In active depart. Sounds better than trapped in another heartbreak," "But I'm trying, Do you care?" I sighed. "I'll always care,"

"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."

My life had been a cycle of the same continuous, boring activities until suddenly tangled with a trio of mischievous misfits. I hadn't understood the real concepts of having fun as a teenager until Billie Joe and his two friends had strolled along. Before I knew it, after finding a cocky green eyed boy on the roof of the school and befriending him on accident, I'd been thrown through the loops of life I never thought I'd take. But I wouldn't change it. For the same three mischievous misfits had helped my life become something it hadn't been before. A real story. 23/03/20-12/06/20

"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.)

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-