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3 Gorgeous Boys. 2 Heartbreaking Friendships... 1 Hell Of A History! The Rocking Members Of Green Day, Weren't Always This Popular... Come With Me And Travel Back To Their Era, Where They Were Just Like All You Kids Out There Afraid To Speak Up For Yourself, Too Nervous To Let Your Melodic Voice Be Heard, Scared To Show The World How Talented You Really Are. These Boys Were Once The Opposite Of What They Are Today, Except They Still Rocked. If You've Ever Felt Lost, Alone, Depressed, Self-Concious Or Like An Alien, This Story Is For You. If You Haven't Ever Felt This Way, Have A Read And See What It's Like For The Nerdy Kid At The Back Of The Classroom Who Purposely Fails Math Tests To 'Be Cool", The Kid Who Always Got Beat Up And Dumped Head-First Into Garbage Bins Because Of Their Sexuality, The Kid Who Never Spoke To Anyone Because They Didn't Want To Get Close To Someone And Witness Them Getting Hurt. Now I Have 1 Thing To Say To All Of You American Idiots(Green Day Fans) Out There: Please Enjoy :)

**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!)

Lana, a sweet passionate 17 year old loves school and has everything ok in her life. Billie, a bad boy punk doesn't care for anyone or anything. But what happens when their paths cross?

Billie has trouble out in the street but Frank saves him. His savior. Will this friendship evolve into something else?

Billie Joe wins his the election, what now?

Green Day travel to the UK together, to get away and have a break from it all. They rent a small house just outside of a city, the owners are away but their granddaughter isn't. What happens when they meet 17 year old Raven? Billie and Mike start to form feelings towards her, but will this end their friendship?

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

When Sable Blackwood, a sharp-tongued, overworked high school band director, is assigned a new mentor named Christian Infernia, their worlds collide. His unorthodox methods and unpredictable presence shake the foundation of Sable's carefully controlled program, igniting tension both in the classroom and beyond. As the California Battle of the Bands looms, Sable's students begin to thrive under Christian's guidance, but so do the questions surrounding who he really is. Small cracks in his story point to something darker, and Sable can't ignore the feeling that Christian's past holds a weight that could upend everything. Behind the Mask is a story where music becomes a lifeline, and the most important lessons aren't written on the page, but hidden within resilience, trust, and the shadows of a doubt.

"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."

What happens when a Rockstar moves into the apartment opposite you?

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,"

Just a Trillie one-shot. Trigger warnings: Murder, death, angst, depression, mental disorders, paranoia, homosexuality, your favorite band breaking up.

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

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] ❤

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.

Depression. Lonely. Music. The life of Billie Joe is a wreck. Cutting, drinking. Yeah, what a life he's living.