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.)

"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."

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,"

Gerard x Reader

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"You're exactly the same as me, Lynx. You look down on yourself, just like I do." Gerard's voice raises, but it's not meant to be threatening. "And I don't want you to be like me... I care about you, y'know?" This story is not mine, I have simply taken the original (with permission from the author, burn bright) and added it to Wattpad so that it may have more views.