Remember when we were just two hormone-crazed teenagers? Two kids, just discovering our rebellious souls, facing the world alone. Remember Tre's couch? The memories we made on the worn-down, dusty, ragged thing? Staying up all night, laughing about absolutely nothing was one of our favorite things to do. Remember that night we got drunk for the first time? The sloppy, yet long-awaited kiss we shared? Never would we have guessed that those late drunken nights, full of laughter and talking about almost everything, those cheap-liquor-flavored kisses, that one time I slurred the words "I love you" would take us this far.

This all started when my ex Sebastain chased me and my friend down and alley. Should I thank Sebastian? I don't know...this whole situation could lead to a lot more...but not everything has a happy ending.

Ever since the death of his father, Billie Joe was told to not speak of it. Not a single word. Billie was trained to hide his feelings, thoughts, and emotions. It only got worse in his teenage years when his step father got involved. That was something Billie Joe was more than afraid to talk about. He became silenced, only causing his friends, Mike and Tré, to worry about him. Even this didn't bring Billie to say anything. Nothing could.

How did we get this far? We were young. We were stupid. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It wasn't supposed to last this long. She was searching for an escape. I was looking for hope. We found each other. In me, she found her route. In her, found my peace. If I lose her, I lose my world, my everything. She is the only woman I will ever love. Signed, Billie Joe Armstrong

What would you do if one of your best friends asked you to pretend to be in a relationship with them to their unwanted marriage? It's all just pretend anyway though... right? {Billie Joe/Tré}

Woodstock, 1994. 
Collin Grey doesn't belong in the fluorescent lit future that haunts her. A safe, quiet life that fits like someone else's jacket. The cookie cutter American dream. She doesn't quite belong in the chaos, either. So when her best friend drags her to a muddy music festival halfway across the country, she goes, not to rebel, just to breathe. She's not looking to be found. Especially not by Billie Joe Armstrong. He's the kind of alive that makes her nervous grinning through the wreckage, loud without apology. The lead singer of a band she barely listens to, the kind of person who sees right through people like her: the quiet ones. The scared ones. The ones who want more but don't know how to ask. When a rainstorm turns the festival into a swamp of music and chaos, Collin is forced to face everything she's been avoiding, herself included. But Billie? He's not just a distraction. He might be the reckoning. For all his noise, listens in a way no one else ever has. He doesn't try to fix her. He just sees her. It's not a love story. Not yet. But it's the start of something. Something messy & loud.
 Something real. [completed - fka castaway] [started 2015, rewrite x2] 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: This book contains strong language, alcohol and drug use, sexual content, mental health struggles, and references to suicide and suicidal thoughts. Reader discretion is advised. 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧: This story takes place in the '90s. While the timeline of tours, releases, and events may not be perfectly accurate, care was taken to keep it as close to reality as possible. 
All original characters and storylines are the intellectual property of the author. This excludes the real life figures of Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Tré Cool, who are used here in a fictional context. I do not claim ownership of any music referenced. Plagiarism will not be tolerated. If you suspect