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The Kids in the Front of the Bus	By : druscillaryan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1479 -:- 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-Chapter One: To Italy for a Pair of Shoes
- 2-White Trash
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The Kids in the Front of the Bus
Chapter Two: White Trash

Billie didn’t see Liz at school the next day, owing to the fact that he didn’t go. If he had gone, he would have been very vocal about Frank’s straight friends checking her out. He would have been even more vocal about her open flirting.

Liz’s feet were resting comfortably in a pair of Frankie’s worn Vans and in the lap of Conner Erickson, who was telling every dirty joke knew, trying to make the girl blush. It wasn’t working. She shot back with her own, most of which were stolen from her brother.

“Hey, I know who you are.” one of the other boys said suddenly. “Are you friends with one of those Way kids? Didn’t your brother fuck one of them or something?”

“I’m friends with Gerard.” Liz said finally.

“Did you brother fuck him?” the boy asked again.

“Dude,” Frankie said, taking a drag from a newly lit cigarette, “asking about other people’s sex lives isn’t going to get you any.” He offered his cigarette to Liz who shook her head. “Well, you were smoking them last night.” he said, annoyed.

Liz shrugged. “I only smoke sometimes. Like when I know Billie won’t catch me.”

“Well, he’ ain’t in school.” Conner said. “’Cause he’s in my shop class and he wasn’t there today.”

“Okay then.” Liz said, stealing Frankie’s cigarette from between his lips.

He coughed and glared at her, raising an amused eyebrow when she batted her eyelashes at him. “Your feminine tricks don’t work on me.”

Pouting, Liz leaned back against the brick wall of the school and took a drag off the cigarette. “I’m surrounded by gay boys.”

“Did you brother fuck Gerard?” came the question again.

“Jesus, shut up.” Liz said, annoyed. She raised her eyes and they caught with the brown-eyed boy himself. “Got to go.” she said quietly. She touched Frank’s shoulder as she left. “Meet you after school.”

* * *

Gerard tried not to look desperate as Liz walked toward him, putting out the cigarette and burying her hands in the pocket of her green hoodie, but where Billie was involved it was damn near impossible. “H-Hi.” he said, lowering his eyes. Embarrassment registered in his flushed cheeks every time he saw his ex’s sister; the girl had walked in on or heard them fucking more than once.

“Hey.” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder. “I just heard that he’s not at school today.”

“How’d you know that’s what—“

“Because I know you called him last night and he made you some promise about today. I know my brother, Gee.” Liz said. She sighed when he didn’t say anything. “He’s not a very good boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Gerard snapped. “He’s said it enough.”

“You still want him to be.” Liz all but snapped back. “I’m not stupid.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want.” Gerard said. “I can’t make him go out with me. He doesn’t want me. The end.”

“He does want you.” Liz said. “He’s just a dumbass.”

Gerard sighed. “I know. Just . . . could you ask him to call me?” With that he turned and walked away, leaving Liz to sigh and wish she hadn’t put out her cigarette prematurely.

* * *

Billie woke up to someone knocking on his door. “Fuck . . .” he mumbled, pulling on a pair of sweatpants as he walked through the mess in the trailer. His green eyes were not happy to see Gerard. The sight of Gerard in a trailer park was not something Billie’s mind had ever fathomed.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, stepping outside into the cold rather than let Gerard into his house.

The younger boy took the jacket Billie had given him the night before and tried to wrap it around his shoulders, but the older smacked his hands away.

“I said, what the fuck are you doing here?”

Gerard eyes fought tears. “You said you’d see me today. And I need to give that back.” He kicked at the jacket, which was now lying on the ground. “And . . . and I hope you . . . I hope you catch pneumonia, Billie Joe Armstrong!” he snapped, making to leave and walk back toward his car.

Billie grabbed Gerard and pulled him close for a white-hot kiss.

“You’re freezing.” Gerard murmured when the kiss broke, his soft pale hands gently brushing against Billie’s chest. “If you won’t let me in, at least get dressed so we can go somewhere.” His lips pressed against Billie’s exposed neck. “Please.”

* * *

Billie’s fingers undid the buckle of Gerard’s belt as his lips pressed feverish kisses against his pale chest. The younger boy gasped as Billie tugged his jeans down, wrapping a hand around his throbbing erection. “B-Billie—oh fuck!” His throat emitted a high-pitched near shriek when the other boy’s mouth suddenly engulfed him.

Billie cursed when Gerard’s hand threaded tightly in his hair, but made no move to stop. His tongue traced the other boy’s length before lightly flicking over the slit. As his mouth continued it’s pattern, his own hand slipped down to undo the button of his jeans.

After Billie had pushed his jeans off, it was the work of a moment before he straddle Gerard, forcing the younger boy inside of him. He winced at first from the lack of preparation, but was soon rapidly working himself up and down, reveling in the feeling of being filled. “Fuck, Gerard.” he muttered, his hands reaching down to grasp the younger boy’s shoulders.

Gerard’s brown eyes were closed as he whispered Billie’s name over and over under his breath, his hands tightly grasping the older boy’s hips. He winced as those bitten nails dug into his flesh, but Gerard couldn’t see through his eyelids.

Slowly, Gerard’s hand made it’s way toward Billie’s cock. Green eyes flooded with thick lust as profanities tumbled from bruised lips.

It took three clumsy pumps from Gerard’s hand before Billie’s come shot all over his stomach, causing him to release just as quickly, arching his back. His beautiful, dark, perspiration-soaked hair sticking to his face. “Oh, Billie . . .”

“Yeah.” Billie said huskily, as if agreeing to something.

Gerard wondered if he knew what he was saying.

* * *

It wasn’t until Gerard was driving Billie to Mike’s that he spoke up. “Come stay the night with me, Billie. Like when we were—“

“We’re not dating.” Billie said. He leaned over and kissed Gerard on the cheek. “Not anymore, remember? I cheated on you.”

“I fucked your best friend.” Gerard said, as if trying to prove he could commit sin as readily as the boy he was in love with.

“I know that.” Billie replied. “He told me, you told me. We weren’t dating. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You know I don’t care that you live in a trailer.” Gerard said after a pause, causing Billie to glare at him. “I don’t give a shit about any of that. My parents do. Mikey does. I don’t, Billie.”

“Well, you should. People like me don’t date people like you and your family.”

“You’re so full of shit.” Gerard whispered, but there were tears in his eyes as he said it.

“Let me out of this fucking car.”

* * *

“He’s a fucking prick.” Billie said, pulling a beer out of Mike’s fridge. “Who the hell does he think he is? He doesn’t know what being white trash is. He’s got no fucking right to say shit like that.”

“Well, you are fucking dramatic about it sometimes.” Mike said, not even looking up from the book his English class had been assigned.

“If I’m not dramatic, he doesn’t get it.” Billie said.

“Uh-huh.” Mike sounded thoroughly unconvinced and uninterested as he lit a cigarette. “And I’m sure that fucking him senseless really made him think you didn’t want him. Gerard’s fucking fifteen and he’s a god damn artist, Billie. You know how they think. They don’t know what a senseless fuck is.”

“He didn’t call you every hour for two days after you fucked him.” Billie said.

“He’s not in love with me.” Mike responded, going back to his book.

“Well, I’m not in love with him.” Billie said, the last part of his sentence fading out.

“Yeah.” the other boy replied. “Whatever you say, man.”

“I’m not!”

“Uh-huh.” Mike took another drag off his cigarette.

“Fuckin’ . . . I’m not in love with Gerard Way. He’s a spoiled fucking rich kid who wears eyeliner. He likes to read for fun. He makes me dodge animals in the street whenever I take him somewhere. Does that sound like someone that I would fall in love with?”

Mike raised his eyebrow. “Um . . . let me think. Yeah. Yeah, it does. Because, guess what Billie, you fucking did.”
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