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Brokenhearted Dolls	By : Quillholder Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1956 -:- 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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Ok, I know I have sorely neglected this story, but here is a nice brand-shiny-new chapter, all for you!

Disclaimer: No, I don’t own Green Day. I’d like to have Billie Joe all to myself though… hmmm

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Rhiannon woke to her phone ringing the next morning. She grabbed it and flipped it open.

“Hello?”

“Hi, were you up?”

“Billie? No I wasn’t.”

“Oh I’m sorry.”

“S’ok.”

“Wanna come over at like 12ish?”

“Sure what time is it now?”

“10.”

“Mmmk. I’m up, I’ll see you at 12.”

“Bye cutie.”

Rhiannon giggled. “Bye sexy.”

She hit the end button and had a shower. When she walked out Wendy was already there, waiting with an outfit.

“You’re going to borrow one of my tops.” Wendy announced, holding up a corset.
“A corset, no Wendy….”

“Hey, you’re hot. Its high time you got over everything and showed it.”

“But Wendy…”

“Rhi, Billie isn’t Reed ok? He isn’t going to take advantage of you. Besides, this blue in this is going to bring out your adorable eyes just perfectly.”

“Alright.” Rhiannon huffed.

“Your boobs might be a smidge bigger than mine, but you’ll still fit.” Wendy helped her into the top, then handed her a pair of tight black dress pants. “And wear some hot black heels kid.”

Rhiannon dug through her closet, finding a modest pair of stilettos and put them on. Wendy did her makeup again, but used very little.

“Now you better get a move on, you’re going to be late.”

Rhiannon grabbed her purse and headed for the garage. Driving over to Billie’s she told herself over and over again not to be so damned nervous.

He met her at the door before she could knock.

“Hi there.”

“Hey.”

“You look good enough to eat.”

“Thanks.” She said, blushing terribly.

“Come in, lunch is almost ready.” She followed him through the house and back into the kitchen.

“Wow, you really can cook.” She said, before thinking about it.

“Surprising isn’t it?” he said with a grin. “Chicken alfredo ok with you?”

“Delightful.”

“Have a seat.” He offered, gesturing toward the bar. She sat down and he handed her a glass of wine. She raised an eyebrow at that.

“Don’t like wine?”

“Oh no. I do. Actually, I can be quite picky about it.” She glanced over at the bottle and burst out laughing.

“What?”

“Lovely vintage. Bartolini.” He nodded. “My mother was a Bartolini. I’ve been to my grandparent’s vineyard several times. I’m just not used to being handed a glass anywhere other than at home.” She added with a blush. “The ID kinda discourages it, ya know?”

He nodded and turned back to the stove. She glanced around the kitchen. Modern appliances, but small enough and obviously well used enough to still make it homey in such a large house. Rhiannon picked at her nails, chipping the black polish in boredom. Fed up with nothing to do, she stood.

“Want some help?” she asked

“Sure, you can make the salad.” He said, pointing to the fridge. She started chopping vegetables but got lost in her train of thought and nicked her finger with the sharp knife.

“Son of a fucking bitch!” she growled. Billie was instantly there, assessing the damage.

“Its nothing.” She mumbled.

“Uh huh.” He agreed, dragging her to the sink to clean the cut and put a bandaid on it. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “All better.” He said with a cocky grin.

Thirty minutes later and no more mishaps later they were just finishing dinner when her cell phone rang. Billie grinned at her ringtone. It was ‘Warning.’

She growled and flipped open the phone. “This better be important.”

“Rhi? I’m sorry, you have to get down to the hospital NOW.”

Rhiannon’s irritation evaporated to be replaced by fear. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Cassie was in a car accident, she’s still in the emergency room. They wont tell me anything! Please, hurry!”

“I’ll be right there!” she said, slamming the phone closed.

“What’s wrong?” Billie asked.

“Cassie was in a car accident, its pretty bad. I gotta get down there.”

“I’ll go with you.” He said standing. He grabbed a jacket and hurried outside, they took his car. Rhiannon gripped the edge of the seat. His driving bordered on insanity.

They found Wendy out front sucking down a cigarette. “She’s out of surgery now. She’s still not awake though.” Wendy said with a shudder.

They spent most of the afternoon in one of the hospitals many waiting rooms. Cassie woke up around 8 pm and they allowed them to visit for a little while. Rhiannon and Billie didn’t stay very long, letting the family have more time with her. Instead they slipped outside.

Rhiannon sighed and leaned against the wall exhaling the smoke from her cigarette slowly.

“I was so scared.” She finally whispered.

“I know, but you didn’t show it.” Billie replied, rubbing her back.

“Her sister died two years ago in a car accident. Even though she was older, we were close to her too. It was like, losing the big sister I never had.” Shaking her head to stop the tears forming in her eyes she stamped out her cigarette, then shivered. Billie promptly wrapped her in his jacket and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

She took a moment to enjoy the warmth and comfort he offered then looked up at his face. His hair was tousled and fell haphazardly into his face. She reached up to brush some of it away and he leaned into her hand.

“Billie..” she whispered, but forgot what she had wanted to say because he was kissing her. Softly, as if asking permission. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. He took that as a yes and deepened the kiss. She moaned softly when his tongue touched hers. He growled when her hands found their way into his hair and tugged lightly. The kiss soon turned carnal and they were straining against each other.

Rhiannon was too lost in the feeling of his soft lips devouring hers to notice that she was kissing a guy, letting him touch her without flinching or backing away. But when they finally broke apart for air it hit her all at once and she jerked away from him, her hand on her lips.

“Rhi?” he asked, pained look on his face. She looked up at him. Since Reed, she hadn’t dated anyone because she couldn’t get physically or mentally close to anyone. She had been pretty damn close to Billie Joe just now, playing tonsil hokey with him. But she hadn’t panicked. The revelation made her feel light; an enormous weight lifted off her shoulders. Could she do it again?

She looked over at Billie. He looked hurt. She grabbed him and slammed her lips on his, gripping fistfuls of his shirt. He was damned confused about what was going on, but with her hot, wet mouth on his, he couldn’t think very much at all. Just as he was getting into the kiss again she broke away.

“Ohmigod, Billie!” she shrieked, jumping up and down, then hugging him until his ribs should have cracked. “Thank you so much!”

“Rhiannon…”

“Explanation later. Kiss me now!” she demanded, dragging his head back down to hers.

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TBC

A/N: Ok there you go, another chapter on the way SOON.
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