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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
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Blurring the Lines of Wrong & Right
Part Three

”Go give your sister a kiss and tell her you’re sorry.”

“But Ma! I don’t want to. That’s gross.”

“Billie Joe Armstrong, you made her cry for over an hour. Now go give her a kiss and apologize.”

The young boy grudgingly stormed off to his sister’s room.

* * *

It had started when Adrienne was barely fifteen and Billie Joe was still fourteen. Their parents went out on dates every Thursday night, never getting back before one. As soon as they left at six, Adrienne’s fake smile had disappeared and she went to her room and started crying.

Billie hadn’t followed her right away. He didn’t have much experience with tears. Real tears, at least, like the ones his sister was crying right now. Finally, after picking at his fingernails and ignoring the shitty radio station his mother had left on, he walked to his sister’s room and knocked softly on her door. “Adrienne?”

“Go ‘way, Billie.” she choked out.

He pushed the oak door open to see the dark-haired girl crying, eyes closed and forehead resting against the cool glass of her window. “Adie, what’s wrong?”

“I told you to go away.” she choked out through her tears and shortened breaths.

Billie picked his sister’s inhaler up off the dresser as he walked toward her bed, sitting across from her and holding it out. She took it without a word. Two puffs, then she dropped it on her pillow.

“He was like twenty, you know?” Adrienne didn’t look at her brother. “And he wanted to go with me. An’ he said all the older girls would do it and I was so fucking stupid, Billie. And then he just dumped me off here and didn’t kiss me or say good-bye or anything.”

The tips of Billie’s ears turned red and his hands balled into fists. “Are you sayin’ that fucker just left you here after . . . after . . .”

“After I let him fuck me like a stupid slut?” Then the girl burst into tears and threw her arms around her brother. “I was so—“

“You’re not stupid, Adrienne.” Billie said, bringing his arms around his sister and kissing the top of her head. “That guy’s just a stupid mother fucking dick who lies to girls so he can get whatever he wants.” He pulled away from Adie slightly and lifted her chin up so she’d look at him. “Think I could take him?”

She gave a choked laugh like he had hoped she would. “You’re a good brother, Billie Joe.”

“Well, you’re lucky. I’m a dick to just about everyone else.”

“Not to me.”

“You’re special.” Adie smiled. “Ed.” he added and she pushed him away, smiling.

They spent the rest of the night watching stupid movies on Adrienne’s television set, the girl sitting with her back against her brother’s chest, Billie’s arms around her waist.

And Billie hated himself for smelling the vanilla scent of her hair and memorizing it, hating himself later when he thought of it while making his wrists ache alone in his bed.

* * *

After a third degree that had nearly gotten Billie Joe smacked while Adrienne put her hair up to go out with friends, Billie called up Mike and asked him to come over.

“I’ve got a date with that hot bitch from our Chem class, Suzy whatsername.”

“Whatsername? Nice, Mike.”

“Well, I’ve got to date double seeing as how you never date at all, just hang out with me and your sister. She still refusing to go out with me?”

“I’d fucking clobber you, Pritchard.”

“Could be worth it.”

“That’s my sister you’re talking about, dumbshit.”

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I’ve got to go. Picking her up at seven.”

Billie hung up the phone after a mumbled ‘bye’, glaring at the clock across from him. Mike was right. He only hung out with his best friend and Adrienne, his sister/girlfriend. There were Mike’s friends that ate lunch with them, but they weren’t his friends.

Adrienne had friends. Even when they stabbed her in the back she refused to admit they weren’t her friends. Billie didn’t want to think about the three girls she was going out with to smoke pot tonight. He snorted. Adie bitched and bitched about him smoking cigarettes and then ran off in a beat up Cavalier to get stoned.

Not that Billie could complain seeing as how he had given Adrienne her first joint when he was a freshman and she was a sophomore.

* * *

She tripped into the house at fifteen minutes until midnight, falling right into Billie’s arms. “Hey!” She moved to give him a kiss but he just dragged her to her bedroom.

“Mom and Dad are going to be home soon.” he said. “And you’re fucking stoned off your ass.”

Adrienne’s arms snaked up around his neck and her lips pressed against his. “I thought you liked my ass.”

“Not tonight, Adie.”

“In about ten minutes it’s going to be tomorrow.”

“No.”

“What the fuck crawled up your ass and died?”

“Why the fuck are you walking in here at midnight high as fucking hell?”

“Why the hell do you care how high I am? You fucking sell the shit!”

“Yeah, but I don’t go around driving in a car and passing a joint back and forth.”

“This has nothing to do with drugs, Billie Joe Armstrong, and you fucking know it!” Adrienne snapped.

“I don’t want you going to that god damn prom!” Billie snarled back. “You’re mine and I don’t want you dancing with other guys!”

Adrienne froze. “I’m not yours.” she said hotly.

“I meant ‘girlfriend’.” Billie said in a small voice after a pause. He seemed to regress about four years under his sister’s withering gaze. “I meant that you’re my girlfriend.”

“I’m going to prom.” Adrienne said, voice so frosty Billie felt goosebumps rise on the back of his neck. “You’re just going to have to get used to it.”

“I don’t want to get used to it.”

“Tough shit.”

---TBC---

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