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On the Brink of Destruction	By : canesfreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Beginning
- 2-Encounter!
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Chapter 2: Encounter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Green Day or any other copyrighted thing like the State Theater, blah blah blah. I sure wish I did, but oy, I do not. Ya’ll pretty much know my OCs in here. I own THEM!! So yay lol…enjoy everyone, I promise I’ll be quicker with getting Chapter 3 to ya!...now that they've met Billie, it gets much better from here! SO much more steamier, so MUCH more action to come it ain't even funny, guys, i got CRAZY awesome shit planned for this!! Peace!
It was 4 o’clock, time to finish prepping and time to start getting a move on to the concert. Somewhere in the apartment, Emily was searching for her most favorite lipstick in the world-actually a lipgloss of her own creation, and she was still screaming for it to show itself, like it would actually listen and do so.
Veronda giggled to herself, admiring her reflection in her vanity across from her bed. She looked fantastic, not like she was trying to impress anyone, but still, she did; she impressed herself, that was for sure. She ran a hand through her thick, long, loose chocolate brown curls and smiled after applying her lipgloss. Her black lined eyes were accented with green eyeshadow to make her eyes pop just so. Her eyes looked about 50 times greener with this certain shade as the backdrop too, and she loved it. Her lashes thick and long as ever, cheeks rosy pink, and that outfit that made it all worth it. This was the first time she’d really dressed up and done it up right in a long time, and she was glad she’d actually gone through with it and accepted Emmy’s invitation. She looked at her outfit again; her favorite pair of jeans, the ones with the dirty wash to them that she always wore to family picnics, and her shirt, a black and green striped halter top, that gave her a voluptuous shape to her small chest that she wished she could get every day, it was like no other top she owned. Nah, she wasn’t looking to impress anyone at all, she thought, giving a sly smile to herself in the mirror, foxily tossing her hair.
“Ta-DAAA!” In the room skipped Emily, looking fantabulous as usual.
“Oh wow! Kickass outfit!” Exclaimed Veronda.
“Isn’t it?” Emily did a little twirl. “Yours too…” She’d mussed up her blonde hair first of all, so it wasn’t the usual straight bob. She’d gone for the bedhead look and it worked, like everything else the damn girl did, Veronda thought, slightly bitterly. Emmy’s hair was mussed up and her glitter around her eyes cascaded in a slant past her eyebrows and some fell about her cheeks, iridescent colors glinting against the light pink glow. Her lips were bright and decorated with her newly found fave lip shade, and matched her earrings, little mauve hearts.
“He’s holding my heart like a hand grenade, get it?” Laughed Emily, tugging blushedly at her ears.
“Well, why aren’t they grenades then, and why isn’t Billie holding your ears?” Veronda laughed, getting ready to roll on the floor at her poor friend’s pathetic attempt at a simile. “You know, Caleb would find you pathetic…you’re already taken and you’re acting all Billie obsessive! You’d think I’D have the license to do that kinda stuff, me being the single one.” Veronda continued cracking up.
“Oh shush! I think it’s an adorable simile, metaphor, whatever! And you wouldn’t be interested if you ever got into a situation with ANY of them like that anyways!” Emily protested and blushed, but within moments was back to her bubbly, excited self.
“And wait, you only have one heart really, but there’s TWO heart earrings, so now he’s holding your heartS? Plural?” Veronda laughed again, seriously trying to see how far she could push her friend to the verge of going ballistic. She loved doing that, being the little antagonist. “I mean really, girl what makes YOU so special?” Veronda was going to continue even further, but at the moment she started cracking up she got smacked in the face with Emily’s old Backstreet Boys pillow and smothered, pinned to the ground. Emily did nothing but giggle, waiting for the begging of mercy from her best bud below.
“OK, OK, GAWD, Uncle! UNCLE!” Veronda laughed hysterically, flailing her arms wildly and giggling like a hyena.
“Fine”, Emily let up, and Veronda took a deep breath and smiled with a “whew” relief. “Now quit teasing, “Emily smiled with a slight smile on her face. “Miracle too Veronda. I didn’t even mess up your makeup or anything, so someone must seriously be looking out for you.” She laughed as Veronda walked out of the room to check out the damage in the mirror. She WAS right, there really wasn’t anything mussed up, nothing that would need a retouching when they arrived at the venue anyways. Plus, she needed to leave the room to escape Emily seeing the vindictive look she would give her for that “someone looking out for her” comment. All that divine intervention shit Emily believed in. Pft.
That was probably the main difference between the two girls. They actually did have a lot more differences, such as Emily loving the Backstreet Boys (her ultimate favorite), Green Day and Savage Garden (when they were still together and huge idols), she loved a lot of pop, while Veronda enjoyed a ton of R&B and Alt. Rock. THE dividing subject, however was the religion card.
Emily was a devout Catholic, as she’d always been raised. Good little girl in the good Christian household, and Veronda began as a believer too, the girls both having a stint in a Catholic school early in their early years-but Veronda didn’t end up with the same views at all. Her current thought was “For half of the crap that’s happened to me, most of it being bad, there’s no way there can be a God. She’d thought about a lot of shit that happened in the world, in life, and figured there was no grand savior. God was a lie to her, especially being around her mother often, the grand example of a nonbeliever.
Her mother had been dealt a lot of nasty hands as well, so it probably had rubbed off on her. Veronda had written shitloads of poetry, stories and the like while trying to decide where she was, who she was and what her viewpoints were, and at the end of the day had come out quite content as being an atheist. To her, God hadn’t proven himself, if there even was one. He was such a damn disappointment, like her father; never there, never caring like the pictures everyone else painted of him, it was easier to say he didn’t exist, like her mother sometimes said. Hell, she’d never seen concrete proof anyways of God, told those who were curious of her beliefs so, and they were all supportive. Geez, even Emily was supportive of her little so called “dark” side, and SHE went to church all the damn time. Truth was, Veronda never thought her views changed anything about herself, she was still always sunny, always with a positive outlook on life, at least she TRIED anyways, so everything was peach to her right now. Especially after Jake. Why muddle it with anything? She sure didn’t want to fuck up her good time with heavy shit most times. So she was happy not thinking about it.
Veronda snapped out of her thoughts, taking that last look in the mirror.
“You are fucking gorgeous”, she said to herself, and her lips curled into a devilish grin. She was about to tell herself to knock ‘em dead…
“You ARE! Damn, little miss hot-ass!” Emily popped in, a goofy grin on her face from around the corner, giggling like a little fool, and wearing her flats, comparing to Veronda’s stilettos, maybe she WAS a little fool, Veronda laughed thinking about it. Emily was always shorter, but she kinda envied her sometimes. It just added so much to the cute little lady angle for Emmy. “Seriously,” Emily continued, “We should see if we can get laid-you know, pull the whole groupie angle, get backstage passes, I’m sure at LEAST Tre might think about it, or Mike, and thennn……”
Veronda let her ramble, laughing uncontrollably at her best friend, always the goof. But she had her own zany thoughts rolling about in her brain-with no clue why they were there. She just wanted to go and get her mind off things, and now.
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They had arrived at the State Theater at 6pm. The concert didn’t start until 8:00, and doors didn’t open until 7, but Emily of COURSE, Emily, had links with staff security, and didn’t bother to tell Veronda until they were being snuck into the venue secretly by firm handed, tall, burly men.
They were silent, the two of them, until they were shown to the main lobby, where about 25 similarly good fortuned fans were waiting, clearly content with knowing they’d all have the picks of the best standing or sitting positions in the whole joint. Closer to the band than anyone. Veronda suddenly got the best feeling in her and grinned widely at Emily, who also must have just felt it all sink in how lucky and kickass they were, how it was gonna be.
“Cool?” Emily asked, still trying to hold back the huge excitement.
“FUCKING AWESOME”, Veronda raved, and then another shared silence between the two, before they broke out, screetching like animals, hugging and jumping up and down like fools.
“Look at us,” started Veronda. “Two twenty year olds, and we’re acting like little kids!”
“I know,” said Emmy breathlessly. “And it’s the best ever, we are seriously gonna have SO much fun.” A breath. “But DAMN, I hafta piss, we hafta find a bathroom around here, before the rest of the people come in, and while we still have our premier spots saved. I forget the last time I came here with you or Cousin Kelly. Where to take a leak is a total mystery to me”
“Shit, yeah though, I hafta pee too, but WHERE is right”, stated Veronda emphatically. “Can we ask someone, or should we?”
Emily gave Veronda a look like “oh PUH-lease! How humiliating!”
“NO”, she said.
“No?” Veronda asked.
“No.”
“Okay, then what?” Veronda sighed emphatically. “We find it ourselves?”
“Precisely”, Emily said and nodded, grabbing Veronda’s arm and leading her down the Lobby South until they came to a section that led off with 4 different hallways.
“Okay, pick one”, laughed Veronda.
“Um,” Emily closed her eyes, Veronda shoved her to spin her around, and then Emily pointed blindly where she stopped, both girls cracking up like dumbasses again. “This one!” Emily shouted.
The two still laughed as they headed down the dimly lit corridor. They’d only walked so far until they’d realized that there weren’t any signs for toilets, and that it didn’t look like there would be any soon, either. Obviously it was so dire, there weren’t even any little hidden one-person staff johns to hijack.
“Damn!” Veronda cursed. “Nice pick,” she said sarcastically, scoffing to Emily, a light snort in her laugh while Emily shrugged and giggled.
Emily and Veronda both turned around to go back the way they came, but stayed rooted where they stood for a moment. “Hmm”, Emily said contemplatively. “We could guess the one that was across from this one, but hell, we’d be trying all DAY if that wasn’t it. And I’m NOT missing the concert, ESPECIALLY not Billie Joe Armstrong.” She gave a long, orgasmic sigh. Veronda laughed mockingly, but was stricken quiet at the sound of a flicking lighter behind her, in the shadows behind one of the beams.
“The hallways you’re talking about DOES have bathrooms, I think anyways, I can barely tell these places apart anymore.” A raspy laugh paired with the masculine, slightly nasal voice, and a few more lighter clicks greeted the bewildered girls.
Emily gasped when she turned around and it looked like she was going to faint. Her hands were grasped tight over her gaping mouth, knuckles white, eyes wide, complexion ghostly. Veronda simply gave the raven haired gentleman a look of intrigue, cocking an eyebrow and curling a corner of her sumptuous red lips up a tad in amusement.
“Hey thanks, stranger.” Veronda gave a glance at Emily, bemused but not asking anything. Her eyes darted back to the man, curious, entranced, more than a little turned on, he was damned gorgeous.
“No problem, baby, but would any of you two happen to have a light?” The man smiled with a look on his face that to Veronda was hard to decode. He held his lighter up and shrugged, smiling a bit boyishly. “Mine kinda tanked out, you know?”
Veronda dug in her purse, and fished out her cheap black plastic lighter-but no matter how many times she clicked at it, it wouldn’t light either. Sure she smoked a few Marlboros socially, she would admit to that. She wasn’t a big time smoker, she just lit up when she was especially nervous sometimes, or needed to fill the void in between an awkward situation. She didn’t think, however, that she’d used the lighter THAT damned much. She sighed after the last try. “YES”, she started emphatically, and then with a sweet, pink-faced smile, “I know EXACTLY how that is”. A small giggle escaped her lips.
“Shame“, said the raven haired man, low-voiced, not taking his eyes off of hers, not even to watch her hands when she flicked the lighter. She hadn’t noticed, he was sure, because she’d been so taken by trying to get the light ignited, but he was taken by HER, that was for sure. Before he could get out anything else, Emily piped in loudly. “HERE!” She said excitedly, and hands shaking, she produced a nicer, neon orange metal plated lighter that worked with the first click.
“I smoke! I smoke! She said quite desperately, the black haired man keeping a poker face the entire time, looking more confused at her outburst than anything else. She held out the lighter with the cutest smile on her face that it was imaginable to muster, Veronda considered, but she soon got perplexed.
“Hey wait, you do NOT”, Veronda told Emily, laughing, not meaning to rain on her parade, just being real. Some random hot guy comes around, and Emily lies to impress him? Weren’t they over that in high school?
“OK, so maybe I don’t”, Emily said, giving Veronda the “you can shut UP now with the ruining antics” look. She mused, suddenly with a look of ecstasy on her face as the man’s fingers grazed her own, taking the lighter gently out of her grasp. “But I specifically carried the lighter for dire and desperate situations such….as these…” Emily was now not herself, but a gooey mess on the floor, worshipping this man. Veronda rolled her eyes and sighed.
“So you have”, said BOTH Veronda and the raven haired man, in the same sarcastic, tired tone, and for the first time since being in his presence, her eyes completely locked with his. They stayed that way, and she found it hard to change the situation, but once she did and looked back at Emily, she looked down to the ground quicker than anything. Emily’s face was a little bewildered and even jealous, but she said nothing to Veronda, only looked back at the man.
“So” Veronda began, looking back up, watching the man hand the lighter back to Emily, and observing her best friend’s face light up that same floored, dirty minded way. “Who ARE you anyways?”
Emily coughed and gasped, a shrill squeak coming up from her throat. “Veronda?!” She exclaimed. “Are you kidding me?!” Emily gasped and gaped at her buddy, pinching her arm, as if to try and get some drift of her buddy’s joke. She didn’t believe that Veronda not only didn’t know who this guy was, but that her actions hadn’t decided it for her.
“No, I’m not.” Veronda laughed., smiling a little smirk to the man, and her eyes darted back to her friend.
“You SAW the big deal I made! I freaked out when we saw him here!” Emily groaned like it was the end of the world, throwing her hands in the air in frustration, as if trying to make Veronda see telepathically what the hell she was talking about.
“You were startled! WE were startled! He just kinda popped out of nowhere!” An interested look was solicited out of the raven haired man, as he slowly ping ponged his eyes back and forth to watch the spectacle before him with the two women.
“We didn’t know who could have been lurking! We still don’t KNOW, really!” Veronda pointed towards him emotionally and laughed, trying to make her friend see her emotions and hormones for a hot piece of ass were really starting to wear thin.
The man just darted his eyes back and forth, watching the two young women with morbid fascination, in his mind remembering the name of Veronda, letting the other’s moniker slip through the other ear shortly after hearing it. He was fascinated by the dark haired one, as she seemed by him. His lips turned up in a smile here and there with their bickering, in amusement. He finally took the first drags off of his cigarette, inhaling smoothly, and then exhaling the smoke back out after a few seconds in the other direction, a look of pure satisfaction settling in across his features as he sighed. He stayed leant against the beam of the wall, but extended the hand that was not occupied with his cigarette, extending it towards the lovely brunette. The blonde was still tightly clutching the lighter he had so briefly and recently graced with his presence, her knuckles whiter than ivory. He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, clearing his throat first, voice full of masculinity.
“Well hello Veronda, my name is Billie Joe Armstrong if you don’t mind., or if I could be so courteous.” His pouty lips curled up into a cunning smile, and he gave a raspy, yet inviting laugh. Emily nearly died with jealousy-you could see it on her face.
Veronda’s eyebrows tilted upward in pleased surprise, but contrary to what she usually would have done, she stayed calm and collected. “This was him??” She thought to herself, confused but happy at the same time, slightly remembering a snippet here and there from which she’d past seen him. “Oh ok,” she thought further, “I do remember him, but briefly in the past, and not from a video that I particularly liked either. DAMN though if he isn’t’ sexy as hell to me right now”.
The feelings inside her surprised her, as she ran her tongue briefly over her lips, to moisten them, eyes met with his as she extended her hand in turn and he took it and brought it to his lips, pressing his warm, slightly wet lips to the back of her hand to kiss it ever so softly. She shivered at the sensation and smiled a bit more broadly. He kept a slight grip on her hand as he looked up, breath still wavering over the backs of her knuckles, and she got a heart pounding look into those emerald eyes, looking up at her. She was turned on, she was mesmerized, as she smiled that broad smile, having carnal urges she couldn’t explain or help, for him. Such a stretch, because after Jake, she’d hardly felt anything below the belt at all. No sex, so kissing, no interest for much of that at all, and here she was, just meeting the lead singer from a band she’d hardly even thought twice about, dreaming deep in her mind’s thoughts of bedding him, thoughts of what he looked like under all that damned black. There was something about him, maybe telepathic or subconscious, that she couldn’t put her finger on. As he smiled back at her, she knew for beginners he was gorgeous; among the most gorgeous men she’d ever lain eyes on.
He stood not much taller than her, maybe 5’8 tops, and she was 5’7ish. He had the blackest of black hair, so much it sometimes looked blue in certain ways the light hit it, with thick black brows to match, chunky and somewhat arched to a point. His hair was in soft spikes, messier than put together, his hair looked so thick and tempting. The black of his locks were such a deep contrast against his milky, pale skin. He had slight pink tinge to his cheeks, but it was so slight under the lighting they were in, the black overpowered everything,; in his hair and the black of his clothes. Such a rebellious look, a sexy look, mysterious, one she’d like to solve behind closed doors.
Then those emerald eyes, the pair Veronda couldn’t take her eyes off of, wondering why he had such a spell over her. Flecks of brown could be seen in the green, and they glinted a bit when he smiled, revealing the most endearingly crooked teeth she’d ever seen. She’d always gone for guys with the perfect smiles, the guys all the women chased around town, desperate for a date with, and this guy wasn’t THAT at all. He was such an enigma, that crooked smile, those sumptuous lips, that sexy, seductive 5 o’clock shadow, showing a slight trace of goatee and moustache, the slight tan to the pale skin visible now on his arms and collarbone; the way he turned slightly, the change in light angle showcasing and emphasizing the black tattoos swirling about his forearm, the certain absence of any marks of commitment, especially a wedding ring. Veronda’s mind wandered again….
She snapped back to reality when he let go of her hand, eyes locked on hers, and she put her hand back at her side, stretching her fingers here and there, feeling her palms so sweaty, trying to get the air to them to breathe, as she tried to steady her own heartbeat and breath. Billie took more drags off his cigarette, never glancing away from her as if Emily had never offered the light, he made a quick thumb adjustment at his belt, a studded silver belt on black trousers, slightly shorter than his black dress shoes, different from the black and white Converses Veronda last remembered seeing him wear in a video a long time ago. His shirt, a black short sleeve against a black tank top, billowed as he exhaled a last drag off the Marlboro before dropping it to the ground, stomping it to ashes on the gray concrete. Now in the different lighting his eyes looked an olive shade, and Veronda thought wistfully of which color it really was.
Billie looked down, making sure the cigarette was out before looking back up and smirking at Veronda again, and then at Emily finally. “Well I’d best be going, while I’m in a good mood off the nicotine buzz. Need the fix once in a while, keeps the fucking brain cells straight.” A slight deep chuckle from him, and a slow sound of agreeance from Veronda; an uncomfortable shuffle from Emily, as if she new both had temporarily been in their own little shared black hole to each other. And in that pleasantly sexy voice he said “You two lovely ladies”, a glance back at Veronda, “enjoy the show.” A look at Emily, but shorter and distracted by a voice across the hall. “We don’t disappoint, and we got a kickass plan for tonight’s concerto.” he laughed again, raspily. “Especially, may I add, if you linger near front row.” He winked at the two, so it seemed, though, more at Veronda, because he locked his green eyes with hers again.
“Well DUH, because we’d get a HOT view of you guys!”Emily looked red faced and embarrassed immediately after letting that one slip from her mouth, but she quickly grinned it off. She concentrated her affections and compliment on Billie and beamed sweetly before he took one last look at her, a demure smile, and then another sultry look, and a slightly broader smile at Veronda, before he slipped back inside his door, a click of the bolt after he had done so, and then quiet. Veronda felt as if she would burst at anytime, but she stayed calm. Emily looked more explosive, and that made her feel better.
Emily and her stayed speechless for a few more moments, seemingly with no intention of moving anytime soon. But they soon shook themselves of the shocked feeling, shook the trance and headed back to the main area, lost in their own fleeting thoughts.
They finally DID find the bathroom, and later after that quick excursion, hooked up with Emily’s cousin, James, or JimBob as she called him goofily, who had the links with security; he was another fair haired relative of hers, so some probably KNEW how they were getting their wonderful seats. But they didn’t care; he was burly and could kick their ass anyways, and now they BOTH would never give up their seats, especially Veronda, being newly won over as she was. They were able to be led to front row and center seats right near the stage, so close, they could most likely touch or be touched by anyone walking along it. The other’s would have to settle for the remaining seats or the horribly grueling “every man for himself” General Admission standing floor area.
Veronda and Emily smiled at each other, feeling fortunate, content and excited for themselves, yet still saving the words from each other. They hadn’t even let out a screetch, but they both knew each other well, and knew it would come out later, and all in a gush of screaming and mumbo jumbo words of excitement. Within 15 minutes of sitting and waiting, the lights dimmed, ready for the opening act, and then ready after THAT for the pure madness to begin, the show of Green Day themselves.
But Veronda and Emily had no IDEA how much this show would change, how altered their lives would be by concert’s end…
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