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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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Urgh. More drug shit I don’t know much about.

Blurring the Lines of Wrong & Right
Part Six

The only class the Armstrong sibling had together was art. The younger had been forced to take it for academic purposes and Adrienne was Ms. Carmichael’s teaching assistant, meaning she knew Billie’s grades before he did and constantly held it over his head.

But today they were simply glaring at each other, Billie with fire and Adrienne with ice. It wasn’t until Ms. Carmichael sent Adrienne to copy some papers and Billie asked to get a drink of water that they were able to talk. Adrienne was walking up the stairs when her brother caught up with her.

“You changed.”

“I’m aware of that.” she said coldly. She didn’t want to do this again. She’s been having mood swings and arguing with Billie didn’t help her uneven disposition.

“I . . . I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Or grabbed you.” Billie mumbled. Apologizing wasn’t one of his stronger qualities.

“I can’t keep doing this with you, Billie Joe.” Adrienne said softly. “There’s too many fights. Half the time I think you only apologize to me so we’ll have sex.”

“Don’t say that shit here.” Billie said, grabbing her shoulders and pressing her up against the nearest locker.

This time his sister pushed him away. “There you go starting it all over again. You didn’t mean it when you said sorry.” She was halfway down the hallway before she turned to look at him. “Don’t wait up for me. I’m going to Ash’s tonight.”

As soon as Adrienne was out of sight Billie walked down the stairs and out of the building, feeling in his pocket for the pack of cigarettes. He lit one and walked down the street, not caring about the books he had left in the art room, Adrienne telling his parents about him ditching out of spite and anger, or the gradual destruction of his lungs.

All he cared about was her.

* * *

Adrienne had huffed and thrown Billie Joe’s things as destructively into his locker as possible and was walking to her English class when the nausea hit. She ran down the hallway, bursting into the bathroom and barely making it to the trashcan in time, much to the disgust of a brunette touching up her lipgloss.

“Fucking Christ, Armstrong.” The girl stormed out of the bathroom in a rage.

Adrienne gave an odd sort of laugh as she tore a paper towel from the dispenser, wiping the bitter taste from her lips. You’re not the one having to taste that disgusting cafeteria food again, so what are you complaining about, bitch? She turned on the sink taps, looking at her reflection in the mirror as she washed her hands and rinsed her mouth.

She cursed and pulled a grey hair from her scalp. Seventeen was much too young for a string of silver to be tangled in her dark locks. Of course, at seventeen, she either felt forty or twelve, never the age her mother circled on the calendar date of October sixth.

Adrienne’s chocolate brown eyes went wide. Shit. It’s the . . . the twenty-first, twenty-second? “Fuck.” she said aloud, leaning forward on her palms and lightly hitting her head against the mirror. “Fuck.”

* * *

Billie swung his foot hard to kick the discarded Coke can, missed, and fell on his ass. He got up, cursing and wiping at his jeans. Then he lit another cigarette, walked approximately six feet, and sat down on the rotting lump of wood known to the rest of the world as a picnic table.

He wasn’t fooled, however.

He had eventually, on the walk to this should-be-condemned park, stopped blaming his sister for anything and instead was blaming himself for everything. For yelling, for grabbing her arm, for all but throwing her against that locker, for making her cry, for making her do whatever she was going to do tonight . . .

All this over a miniskirt.

Billie knew he was lying to himself. For the past month or so he’d been snapping at his sister, coming near close to hitting her more than one time, apologized so they could have sex just like she’d accused him of . . .

* * *

Adrienne grabbed Ashley’s arm between classes. “I changed my mind.”

“Awesome, babe.” Adrienne’s friend flashed her a huge smile. “Martina’s car after school.” The redhead moved to leave, then paused. “Tina’s boyfriend and some of his friends are comin’ over. You ‘kay with that?”

Adrienne gave a reckless grin. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

* * *

“She said she was going to Ashley’s.” Billie said for the third time, deeply resenting the fact that his mother had forced him onto the couch for family ‘bonding’.

“She usually calls.” Mrs. Armstrong wrung her hands nervously while Billie’s father continued to stare at the game of Texas Hold ‘Em on the television.

“Adrienne’s a senior. And it’s only nine thirty.”

Billie cursed under his breath. He’d had about as much of this counterfeit family bonding as he could standing without killing himself. “I’m going to Mike’s.” he said, already halfway out the door.

“But it’s already getting dark.”

“Isn’t either.”

“It will be by the time you get back.”

“I’ll get a ride.”

“Billie Joe—“

“Be back by twelve.” Billie shoved his hands in his pockets and headed down the street. He had no intentions whatsoever of going to Mike’s. He did, however, have every intention of wasting too much change at the payphone three blocks away.

* * *

“Adriennnnnnnnnnnnnne!” Tina shrieked, despite the fact that her friend was right next to her.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?” The girl erupted into giggles, taking the phone her friend held out. “I want a large pizza with extra olives and—“

“Adie?”

“Billie?” She seemed genuinely perplexed. “You’re not Pizza Hut.”

“No fucking shit. What the hell did you take?”

Adrienne’s bottom lip jutted out. “But I wanted a pizza.”

“What the fuck did you take?” Billie repeated.

“Ash’s cousin scored us some ecstasy and then Tina’s boyfriend’s friend had some coke and then--“ Adrienne halted, as if she had forgotten something.

There was a silence. “Adie, I’m coming to get you.” Billie said in a voice of forced calm. “Just stay there and don’t drink or snort or take anything, all right?”

“Will you take me out for pizza?”

“If you stay there.”

Billie hung up the phone. Then he called Mike.

* * *

“They got coke?” Mike asked after Billie got into the car.

“I thought you didn’t do anything but pot. Left here.” The dark haired boy pointed.

“Well, I’ve never been able to get my hands on the shit, but damn . . .”

“Mike,” Billie said quietly, “it’s my sister in there doing lines with her stupid friends and other people she doesn’t even know.”

“Adie’s older than you, Billie. She knows what she’s doing.”

“Bullshit. Turn right.”

Mike’s face grew concerned at Billie’s tight lipped expression. He reached for his friend’s hand, but the other boy pulled away.

“Left.” Billie all but whispered. They didn’t speak the rest of the way. When they got to the house, Billie Joe finally broke the silence. “Just wait here, all right?”

“No way, man.”

“I don’t want you tryin’ to fucking score while I’m trying to get her out to the car.” Billie snapped.

“And I don’t want you punching anyone because they’ll fuckin’ hit you back and guess who’ll be driving your sorry ass to the ER?”

Billie glared at him, but made no other protests as they walked toward the house.

Surprisingly enough, it was Adrienne who opened the door, a bottle of Coors in her hand. “Billie! Mikey!” She threw her arms around the pair of them, dropping her drink in the process.

Ashley then appeared from no where, glaring openly at the two boys – mainly Billie Joe. “Dude, just what the fuck do you think you’re doing at my house?”

Billie pushed Adrienne at Mike. “Listen, you stupid crackwhore—“

“Who the fuck you callin’ a crackwhore?” Ashley snapped. “I did half a tablet of X. It’s your stupid sister who can’t—“

“Don’t make me hit you, bitch.” Billie warned. “Because I will.”

“I’M NOT STUUUUUUUUUUUPID!” Adrienne yelled, bursting into tears.

“Billie, man, let’s go.” Mike said, letting Adrienne throw her arms around him.

“Fine.” Billie said shortly, pulling his sister away from Mike and leading her out to the car.

No one said anything on the drive back, save Adrienne’s spontaneous demands for pizza.

* * *

Adrienne woke up the next day with a headache from hell and Billie sitting next to her with a glass of water and Tylenol. “How you feeling?” he asked as she sat up, holding out a gentle hand to steady her.

“Like my head got split open with a pick axe.” Adrienne mumbled, taking the Tylenol and chasing it with water. “How bad was I?”

“Long vowels and a craving for pizza.” Billie said, putting a hand on the side of her cheek. “But you cried the whole way home and most of the night. What we had left of it, anyway.”

“Why was I crying?” Adrienne lay back down, catching Billie’s hand in hers.

“Because that bitch, Ashley, called you stupid.”

“She was high.” Adrienne said softly. Billie sighed, knowing there would be no way of convincing her otherwise. She squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry.” she whispered.

“Me, too.” Billie said, smoothing down her hair with his free hand. “For real this time, Adie. I love you and I’m going to try so fucking hard not to fuck it up again, all right?”

The girl nodded, wincing at the pain it caused in her head. “Where are Mom and Dad?”

“Visiting Aunt Helen.”

Adrienne gave a small smile. “Lay down with me then? Just for a little while?”

---TBC---
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