Read this Billie Joe Armstrong fanfic in a different view. In the eyes of Mike, Tre, Jason, Billie, or Stella.
Stella is a girl who is sick of her parents mental abuse, but somehow manages to go to every Green Day concert in America because the mus...
Stella didn't even have her foot through the door and someone started yelling at her.
"What the fuck are you doing here?! Didn't we tell you if you went to that concert to never even bother coming back?!"
Stella gave me an uneasy look and I nodded at her, trying my best to reassure her.
"Leave me alone, wouldya mom?" Stella walked past the angry woman and I followed, ignoring her mother's yelling. She didn't act like the scared little girl on the other side of the front door.
She led me upstairs into her room. There were Gorillaz, Blue October, Arctic Monkeys, Nirvana, and Blink-182 posters covering the walls. Literally. You couldn't see a square inch of the wall if you tried. Of course, most of the posters were Green Day.
"Someone's been busy," I said as I marveled at the walls.
"What did I tell ya? Music kept me alive and I literally surrounded myself with it." She dragged a suitcase from under her bed and threw it on top. She opened it and I saw clothes already packed inside and she knew I saw it.
"I planned on running away. Soon." I hugged her and kissed her cheek.
"Well, guess what? You stay with me, and we'll always be running away." She laughed.
Somehow, I knew that would help.
"Need help with anything?" I asked.
"Can you grab the rest of the clothes in the closet?"
"Anything you need," I said as I disappeared into the closet. All I saw was a few Green Day shirts and a very beautiful dress. It had obviously not been worn before, as the tag was still on it. It was a red dress with black mesh wrapped around it. It was short and tight, strapless, with a sweetheart neckline. Stella would have looked beautiful in it. I grabbed everything off of the hangers and gave the clothes to her.
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"How come you've never worn that dress?" I asked.
"I never got the chance to."
"Oh."
"Let me get those pills," she said. "They're in some shoeboxes under my bed."
She slithered under her bed and slid four boxes out across the floor. Her butt was sticking out from under the bed. I took the liberty to grab, it and she jumped.
"Billie!"
"Heheheh...."
"You can cop a feel later! Right now, I'm stuck. Pull me out?" I grabbed her ankles and tugged her out. She stood up and playfully slapped my face. "Oh, ow. That hurt so much! I...I think I might die!" I pretended to faint and fell onto her bed.
