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Green Day FanFic !!! I'm not good with introductions but please just read it !! if you have any questions just kik me at ZGrady

Billie Joe wins his the election, what now?

"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."

BJA x Reader- might be a little slow on updates, sorry, but enjoy-

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."

Charlotte was jumped while in her mothers work of downtown Palm Springs, California, at age eight. She was held hostage and tracked to go to Rodeo, California. She is held hostage for six years, before escaping. She's starved, beaten, and doesn't trust anyone. Until, she is ran into, literally, by a teenage boy, named Michael Ryan Pritchard...

Basically the story takes place in Michigan in a little town called Swartz Creek at an orphanage/adoption center. My name is Britney Sullivan, my mom passed away when I was only 4 and according to her my father was already dead. After she died I was put into the Swartz Creek adoption center it seemed as though no one wanted me. As I got older around ten years old I started listening to Avenged Sevenfold and GreenDay my best friend and room mate at the adoption center Beth Withem introduced me to them. The years went by and neither one of us got adopted that is until GreenDay came to Michigan as their last stop on their tour. Billie Joe Armstrong and his wife were looking for a teen girl to adopt. They then bring her home and Avenged Sevenfold is good friends with Billie and they are there waiting to see the new teen but what they get is a huge surprise, she looks like Jimmy Sullivan........

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

I'm enjoying my first Green Day concert, this is gonna be the best day of my entire life, but something suddenly happens... Something goes terribly wrong, but I'm here just to avoid a tragedy. [completed on August 3, 2020] . (Sorry for my bad English maybe, but I'm Italian and I've decided to re-write this story I created when I was 12, during my first Green Day period!!) [Love Green Day and love Billie joe sooo much! Hope they're always well! Can't wait for Hella Mega 2021] ❤

Free time story i'm writing about a girl named Diana that Billie takes a romantic love interest in and he always gets what he wants. Will he this time?

Mike will do anything just to see Skarlet smile. But once something happens to her, Mike tries everything he can do just to see her live one more day.

Red, known by the court as James Kiane Dexter is normal for a punk rock, sex loving, drug abusing, alcoholic seventeen year old. He remains unchanged through vicious therapy that they say will tame him. It doesn't. When his mother dies an offer to adopt him arrives by none other then Billie Joe Armstrong himself. Does it work? On a tour in Ireland he finds himself falling for the mysterious Whatsername. Isn't love just a chemical?

Billie Joe's marriage to (Y/n) has been a long and happy one; it gave them four children who are now grown up and living lives of their own. In the third and final instalment of the A Million Girls series, Billie Joe must come to terms with letting go of his children and losing the one that he loves the most. **contains strong language, sex, and some triggering scenes but all warnings are placed at the beginning of each chapter.

**Updated** When (Y/n) meets Billie Joe, she's just a lonely girl who needs a friend and Billie Joe vows to be there for her no matter but before they know it, their relationship becomes something that neither of them could ever imagine. Eventually, their lives take off in more ways than one and they are forced to go their separate, only to be reunited years later. (Don't forget to vote and comment!)

A fan fiction about Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day (band members feature in story). It's a take on What would happen if Adrienne wasn't Billies soulmate. So he meets Marley and the rest was....well not written yet haha hope you enjoy! Please leave any feedback or suggestions! 💖🤗

She's stuck in a relationship with her abuser. He's just a cafe owner with a band that desperately wants to help her. She's stuck in her chains of habit. He needs to get her out.

Billie Joe and Mike get drunk at a party.. drunk enough to earn them some pretty girls. They manage to take these girls with them on a world tour. Anything could happen with this story! ~~~~ Green Day FF

This is my first attempt at writing anything other than poetry. Music was all I had as a young adult, in some ways it still is all I have. Let me know if you think I should keep writing the story, should we explore where this is going? - Jessie Phoenix