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J:Jealousy
Letter J in my Green Day ABC Oneshots
Author: XxRazorbladelovexX
Disclaimer: I do not own Green Day.
A/N: Finally! A happy story <3

We finished the show with a bang. Literally. Fireworks exploded overhead and our fans watched in awe. I looked over at Billie and Mike. I saw the explosions reflected in Billie's emerald orbs. He had a huge smile on his face. When the last firework went off and faded into smoke, he shouted, "Thank you guys so much! It's been an amazing tour. Remember, don't let anyone tell you who you should be or what to do. And stick it to the man!"
The crowd screamed as we went backstage. I put my arm around Billie, pulling him to my side. I kissed his temple and he looked up at me, grinning, 'Great way to end the tour, huh?"
I nodded, pulling his face up and kissing him, "I love you, BeeJ."
"Love you too, Tre." Billie ran away and jumped on Mike's back. Mike screeched in surprise, sending the singer into a fit of giggles. "Giddy up, Mikey! We got fans to great!"
Mike smiled and carried Billie to where a massive group of fans and their equally excited parents waited. Billie jumped off Mike's back and jogged over to the group. People shouted his name and cameras flashed. He soaked it all up, grinning. "Who wants and autograph?"
The room erupted in screams and squeals. Billie signed a few notebooks and CDs. Mike took a picture with 3 girls and I signed a kid's drumsticks.
"I'm Angie. I wanna be just like you," she said. "I wanna be a drummer but mom says it'll never happen."
I smiled brightly. "That's what they told me."
She grinned, "Can you sign my CD too?"
I nodded and took the CD. It was a special copy of Kerplunk. "Where'd you find this?"
"The internet. I looked everywhere. I ended up bidding $150 for it." She smiled. "It's my favorite."
I nodded and wrote a small note on the cover, "Angie, be yourself and never, ever let someone tell you it'll never happen. Believe in yourself even if no one else does. I believe in you. Xoxo, Tre Cool." I handed it back to her and she read it.
She looked up at me, tears flooding her big, gray eyes. "Thank you so much."
I hugged her. She was special, and I felt good making her day, even though I do it every day. It's not conceited. It's true. She let go of the hug and walked away, waving. I waved back and turned back to the crowd, where people started pushing to get a glimpse of us. I signed a few more CDs and notebooks, and took some pictures. Then, I noticed that Billie was talking animatedly to a group of slobbering fangirls. They touched his arm, obviously flirting. I felt steam bubbling in my gut, but turned back to the crowd. I heard him laugh loudly and the girls giggle, taking pictures together. One of them squealed, "You are just so cute and short!" Another hugged him, "I just love you so much." He soaked up the attention. I almost lost it when one of them kissed his cheek for yet, another picture. That was my Billie. My ears perked at his voice when he was talking about going to get some drinks. No…that was the band's thing. He wouldn't…but he did ask them and they all squeaked out a yes.

2 hours later
We were at a local club. It was one of those with colorful lights, loud music and a lot of drinking. I sat at the bar by myself, sighing and watching my boyfriend dance with those sluts. Mike sat beside me, drink in hand, "What's up, buddy?"
"Nothing."
"Wrong. You're acting weird."
"No I'm not…how?"
"You would usually be out there, showing off the moves you don't have." Mike gestured to the dancing group.
"Just don't feel like it." I shrugged
"Bullshit. You danced your ass off when your grandma died. What's wrong?"
"Nothing…"
"Is it Billie?"
"No…"
"It is. Is something wrong with you two?" he asked.
"Not that I know of." I sighed, "But look at him with those sluts…what's wrong with him?"
"Awh, c'mon Tre. He's just having fun. Like you should be."
"Sure."
"You don't think he really likes them, do you?"
I was silent.
"You do. Well, he LOVES you, Tre. He tells me every day how much you mean to him."
"Really?"
"Really. Now, if it's bothering you this fuckin' bad, go get your man back." Mike pushed me off my stool and towards the floor.
I stumbled and glared back at him. "Asswipe!"
"You love me." Mike grinned. "And you'll be thanking me later." He winked.
I blushed, averting my eyes back to our singer. He was grinding pretty hard on this girl and the flame in my stomach was reignited.
I walked up behind him and whispered his name, "Billie…"
"Mmm, oh God, Tre. Say it again."
"Billie…" I smiled. It was nice to think that while grinding on her, he'd been thinking of me the whole time.
"Mmm Tre…" he groaned a little louder.
The girl stopped and glared, "Tre? My name's Anna!"
Billie's eyes grew wide, "Oh, did I say that? I meant…" He failed to think of something that sounded remotely like Tre on the spot. "Uh-"
She just rolled her eyes and stomped away, mumbling something about, "Go fuck your drummer, then, faggot."
He looked stunned, then started laughing, turning around, "You did that on purpose."
"Yeah?" I smiled sheepishly.
He smirked, "Thanks."
I kissed him. "Let's dance."

Description
J:Jealousy
Letter J in my Green Day ABC Oneshots
Author: XxRazorbladelovexX
Disclaimer: I do not own Green Day.
A/N: Finally! A happy story <3

We finished the show with a bang. Literally. Fireworks exploded overhead and our fans watched in awe. I looked over at Billie and Mike. I saw the explosions reflected in Billie's emerald orbs. He had a huge smile on his face. When the last firework went off and faded into smoke, he shouted, "Thank you guys so much! It's been an amazing tour. Remember, don't let anyone tell you who you should be or what to do. And stick it to the man!"
The crowd screamed as we went backstage. I put my arm around Billie, pulling him to my side. I kissed his temple and he looked up at me, grinning, 'Great way to end the tour, huh?"
I nodded, pulling his face up and kissing him, "I love you, BeeJ."
"Love you too, Tre." Billie ran away and jumped on Mike's back. Mike screeched in surprise, sending the singer into a fit of giggles. "Giddy up, Mikey! We got fans to great!"
Mike smiled and carried Billie to where a massive group of fans and their equally excited parents waited. Billie jumped off Mike's back and jogged over to the group. People shouted his name and cameras flashed. He soaked it all up, grinning. "Who wants and autograph?"
The room erupted in screams and squeals. Billie signed a few notebooks and CDs. Mike took a picture with 3 girls and I signed a kid's drumsticks.
"I'm Angie. I wanna be just like you," she said. "I wanna be a drummer but mom says it'll never happen."
I smiled brightly. "That's what they told me."
She grinned, "Can you sign my CD too?"
I nodded and took the CD. It was a special copy of Kerplunk. "Where'd you find this?"
"The internet. I looked everywhere. I ended up bidding $150 for it." She smiled. "It's my favorite."
I nodded and wrote a small note on the cover, "Angie, be yourself and never, ever let someone tell you it'll never happen. Believe in yourself even if no one else does. I believe in you. Xoxo, Tre Cool." I handed it back to her and she read it.
She looked up at me, tears flooding her big, gray eyes. "Thank you so much."
I hugged her. She was special, and I felt good making her day, even though I do it every day. It's not conceited. It's true. She let go of the hug and walked away, waving. I waved back and turned back to the crowd, where people started pushing to get a glimpse of us. I signed a few more CDs and notebooks, and took some pictures. Then, I noticed that Billie was talking animatedly to a group of slobbering fangirls. They touched his arm, obviously flirting. I felt steam bubbling in my gut, but turned back to the crowd. I heard him laugh loudly and the girls giggle, taking pictures together. One of them squealed, "You are just so cute and short!" Another hugged him, "I just love you so much." He soaked up the attention. I almost lost it when one of them kissed his cheek for yet, another picture. That was my Billie. My ears perked at his voice when he was talking about going to get some drinks. No…that was the band's thing. He wouldn't…but he did ask them and they all squeaked out a yes.

2 hours later
We were at a local club. It was one of those with colorful lights, loud music and a lot of drinking. I sat at the bar by myself, sighing and watching my boyfriend dance with those sluts. Mike sat beside me, drink in hand, "What's up, buddy?"
"Nothing."
"Wrong. You're acting weird."
"No I'm not…how?"
"You would usually be out there, showing off the moves you don't have." Mike gestured to the dancing group.
"Just don't feel like it." I shrugged
"Bullshit. You danced your ass off when your grandma died. What's wrong?"
"Nothing…"
"Is it Billie?"
"No…"
"It is. Is something wrong with you two?" he asked.
"Not that I know of." I sighed, "But look at him with those sluts…what's wrong with him?"
"Awh, c'mon Tre. He's just having fun. Like you should be."
"Sure."
"You don't think he really likes them, do you?"
I was silent.
"You do. Well, he LOVES you, Tre. He tells me every day how much you mean to him."
"Really?"
"Really. Now, if it's bothering you this fuckin' bad, go get your man back." Mike pushed me off my stool and towards the floor.
I stumbled and glared back at him. "Asswipe!"
"You love me." Mike grinned. "And you'll be thanking me later." He winked.
I blushed, averting my eyes back to our singer. He was grinding pretty hard on this girl and the flame in my stomach was reignited.
I walked up behind him and whispered his name, "Billie…"
"Mmm, oh God, Tre. Say it again."
"Billie…" I smiled. It was nice to think that while grinding on her, he'd been thinking of me the whole time.
"Mmm Tre…" he groaned a little louder.
The girl stopped and glared, "Tre? My name's Anna!"
Billie's eyes grew wide, "Oh, did I say that? I meant…" He failed to think of something that sounded remotely like Tre on the spot. "Uh-"
She just rolled her eyes and stomped away, mumbling something about, "Go fuck your drummer, then, faggot."
He looked stunned, then started laughing, turning around, "You did that on purpose."
"Yeah?" I smiled sheepishly.
He smirked, "Thanks."
I kissed him. "Let's dance."