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The Day Billie Joe Armstrong Died
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    Time 5h 7m
Ongoing, First published Oct 19, 2012
Mature
Billie Joe is dead. Easy as that. Dead and gone. But how and why? But get this...He's not totally gone, there's one girl who can see him. One, who can help him.
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The words I might've ate

10 parts Ongoing

Since first grade, Nightlyn Jackson and Billie Joe Armstrong had been devoted best friends. Even though they'd gone through some of life's most trying times together, Nightlyn could never have anticipated the things she didn't know about Billie. She wishes to eat up every single dumb remark she'd ever made about prior lovers once her eyes are opened and she realises the love she'd bitched about for all those years is laying in Billies hands, as he'd offered it to her discreetly throughout their friendship. Nightlyn realises what she's lost as Billie moves on to what appears to be a far more perfect girl who was better than Nightlyn at all that she excels. And although it's hard to see him move on while stuck in the past of understanding he'd loved her and she'd never known, Nightlyn is willing to take the blame for everything in hers and Billies past. But although she believes the sharpie on the walls of an only dingy gas station bathroom is their prophecy. No one was courteous enough to explain her the lies that were behind it: 'Second boys will be first choice-' Because prophecy's aren't always accurate. Happily ever afters are never guaranteed. But one thing is certain: destiny is what you make of it. That is, if she can eat up enough words.