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Blurring the Lines of Wrong & Right	By : druscillaryan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1264 -:- 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.

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Disclaimer: This did NOT fucking happen and I don't own them.
Thankies to people who are showing interest in this screwed-up idea.

Author's Notes: I can’t find Adrienne’s middle name, so I’m inventing one.
And Billie’s father is alive. Adrienne and Billie are the only kids in their family.

Blurring the Lines of Wrong & Right
Part Two

It was two days later and Adrienne was twisting around to look at herself in the full length mirror, much to her mother’s annoyance. “Adrienne Michelle, stop it! You’re going to rip the seams before I put them in.”

Billie stopped in the doorway, eyes running up and down Adrienne’s dress, the adverting his eyes. “What’s that for?” he asked.

Adrienne gave him a smile, having seen the look he’d given her. “Prom’s next month, Billie.” she said.

”Oh.” And with that, Billie turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Adrienne looked at her mother, who rolled her eyes. “Boys. They think dressing up is going to kill them.”

“Billie never said anything about going.” Adrienne said, more to herself than her mother.

“Well, Mike’s mother said he has a date so Billie’ll end up getting dragged there whether he wants to or not.” Ollie Armstrong stood up and patted Adrienne’s cheek. “That’s enough for tonight, honey. Come on. I’ll help you get out of that thing.”

* * *

“So . . .” Billie walked into his sister’s room about twenty minutes later without knocking, catching her rummaging through her dresser topless.

“Jesus Christ.” she breathed, catching her hip on the corner of a drawer when she jumped back. “Fucking . . . What do you want, Billie?” She pulled on the first shirt she found, not because she was embarrassed to be half dressed in front of her brother, but because their parents would walk in without a second thought if they heard Billie’s voice in her room.

“Who are you going with?” he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the door.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Adrienne said, rolling her eyes. “You’re an overprotective ass sometimes, you know that?”

“I just asked who you were going with.”

“I’m going with Tina, Ashley, and Martina if that suits you.” she snapped, crossing her own arms and giving Billie glare for glare. “It’s my senior prom and I’m not going to let you ruin it with your weird overprotective brother/boyfriend mixture.”

“Say it a little louder why don’t you, Adie?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“You can be a real bitch sometimes, you know that?”

Adrienne flipped him off. “Mom! Billie called me a bitch!” she yelled, glaring at her brother triumphantly when their mother appeared in the doorway.

“No fair.” he said. “She called me an asshole first.”

“Did not!”

“Did so!

“Didn’t either! I called you an ass.”

Ollie sighed. “Rooms, both of you. And stop cursing. Honestly, you’d think you were both still twelve.”

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Adrienne cracked first, Billie second. Which was typically how fights went between them, Billie thought staring at the ceiling. Adrienne would scream and break something, fix it with glue or tape or throw it out, lie in her bed for an hour or so, scream again, then start crying.

Billie would chain smoke half a pack of cigarettes, pull at his hair, then lay on his bed until he was required to leave his room for supper and whatnot.

But this time Billie could hear her crying even through the bathroom separating their rooms. He sighed. He felt guilty and he didn’t like it, but he slipped his window open anyway and then slid through it outside. He crossed the corner of the house and knocked on the window next to his sister’s bed.

Adrienne sat up sniffling, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. Then she opened her own window and slipped outside into the darkness and into Billie’s arms. “I’m sorry.” he mumbled.

“I-I’m just g-goin’ with friends.” she choked out, starting to cry again. “I-It’s my last pr-prom, Billie Joe.”

“I know.”

“If you go. . .” She gulped, running out of breath and cursing her asthma. “If you go w-we can dance together maybe?”

But she knew he would shake his head even before he did it. “Come on, Adie. We need to get you back inside before you have an asthma attack.”

“I lo—“

“Don’t say that out here.” Billie hissed, looking incredibly guilty when tears rolled down his sister’s cheeks. But she crawled back through her window without a word, shutting it and pulling the curtains closed.

Billie swore and kicked the side of the house. It’s not fucking fair!

---TBC---

I wanted to establish them as brother and sister as well with the immature fighting thing.

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