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Backstage Pass	By : heartgrenade13 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 3317 -:- 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: I do not own Green Day or anything in this story except for Lesley, Derrick, or Anna. I do not make money from this story and this disclaimer is for all chapters.

The smoke was finally beginning to clear a half hour after the show ended. I was helping pack the spaghetti like wires into the boxes. Most people would kill to have a job like this. Luckily all I had to do was ask my dad. He had played a major part in planning the tour so all he had to do was simply mention me to the guys in the band and they gave me a job. Because of that a lot of people called me spoiled.

It was a cold, damp night in New York. The busses and trucks were piled into a seedy looking lot behind the stadium. I was dragging a black case outside to one of the trucks. This was the type of job that took upper body strength, something which I didn't have enough of. I finally put the case into the truck and sighed. I had only run into the band once so far. I was disappointed to say the least. It wasn't even a real meeting. I was doing something very similar to that damp night in New York. I was packing boxes then suddenly Tre Cool and Billie Joe walked out of their dressing rooms and next to me.
"Keep up the good work!" Billie was slurring his words so I assumed he was drunk.

"How God Damn hard can it be to get a blow job 'round here??" Tre seemed antsy and just as shit faced as Billie Joe was. Then they just scurried away.
"Lesley, we need ya over here!" I groaned. It was my boss Derrick shouting for me. Before I could even think about going to help Derrick an arm grabbed mine. They had an intense grasp and an even more intense, melancholy look in there eyes when I turned around to look at them. "Do you skate?" My body relaxed when I noticed who it was. Billie finally smiled and repeated his question this time with doubt in his voice. He seemed worried about the fact that I hadn't answered the first time.
"Yeah, but I suck!" I laughed. "I have absolutely no balance whatsoever."

"I can teach you if you want." Before I could agree to this Derrick got angry. "Lesley, where the hell are you??"

"Leave Lesley fucking alone. She's with me." I was stunned that Billie actually knew my name.

"Who the fuck just had the-" Derrick's eyes widened as he realized who had talked back to him. "Sorry sir, didn't know it was you." Derrick was nearly bowing down to the mighty Billie and slowly backing away.

"Wow, you've got some power there." Billie just shrugged at that statement and tilted his crooked trucker hat down. He was wearing a tight black shirt that read "Oakland" in gothic letters along with a pair of black jeans. His right foot was on top of his skateboard swaying it back and forth.

"So do you wanna learn some new tricks?"

"Your going to have to start with the basics."

"Fine with me. Come here."
Billie grabbed my waist and lifted me up to place me onto the skateboard. His hands stayed on my waist as he attempted to teach me how to ride. I kept getting distracted and lost all of my focus.
"What does that mean?" I pointed to one of his many tattoos. It was a Japanese symbol on his right arm.

"Oh, pot!" He chuckled and then suddenly stopped. "You don't mind that do you?"

"Why do you care what I think?"

"Doesn't everyone have a moment of insecurity?"

"No, not the punk God Billie Joe Armstrong. They even have a song about wanting to be you. Remember?"

"Your just jealous!"

"No, I'm just teasing."

"That's not very nice."

"I only tease people I like." I said in a flirty, girlish way.

"So then I'm special?"

"Mentally and physically."

"Please, fight it now.Were in public! I know I'm sexy but c'mon!"
Billie looked me up and down. Then he got a cute face like he was straining and thinking. "You really like the color teal don't you?"
I looked down at my frail body and laughed. My hair was black with teal bangs. My shirt was a teal muscle tank with a skull. My nails were teal and pink.
"I suppose I do."

"Yeah, it's pretty sweet."

"Was that sarcasm I heard in your voice Mr. Armstrong?"

Billie started smacking on an extra large piece of gum. It was like it was 4 or 5 sticks of gum.

"No, I don't think it was Ms." Billie Joe stopped realizing he had no clue what my last name was. "Lesley, Ms. Lesley."

"That was smooth."

“ Don't hate! Hey, you wanna travel in my bus for the rest of the tour?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, it’s got like other beds that are in the sides and it’s kind of like bunk beds.”

“Are you sure about me going on the rest of the tour that close to you??”

“Sure.”

“Well, I guess I will then.”

“Come check it out. It’s pretty cool.”
As we were walking into the unlikely massive tour bus Billie jumped onto the couch and signaled for me to sit next to him. I got comfortable next to him as he slipped his arm around me. It was like he figured that if he moved slowly I wouldn't notice the arm around me. I did but didn't fight it. I shot him an awkward smile and received one in return.
“I've got satellite on this bitch!”

“Way to ruin the moment.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”
Billie just brushed my comment aside and turned on the television. He was channel surfing up until something caught his eye. ”Porn! Ha ha!”
“Your such a guy.”

“Isn't that a good thing I mean I do have a penis.”

“I assume so.”

“You can see it if you want so you don't have to assume anymore.”

“No, I'll take your word for it.”

“Are you sure? I really don't mind. It may be average but that’s pretty damn good for a short guy.”
He was right. He was a short guy. He had such a big presence so I didn't even notice. Billie had to of been 5’6 because when we stood next to each other, we were the exact same height and I'm 5’6. None of that mattered though. He was beautiful, beautiful from his strong eyes to his chicken legs.
The porn was still on in the background but somehow Billie and I carried on a conversation. Even with the haunting shrieks of pleasure. Then Billie stopped answering my questions and had no rebuttal to any of my insults. He took of his hat to reveal his now wavy jet black hair. He leaned in and gently rubbed his nose against mine. Our lips were barely touching now.
“When did you get your lip pierced?”

“I was 18.”

“How old are you now?”

“twenty-four.”

“Ah..does it feel weird kissing it?”

“It kinda does, I mean I do kiss myself all the time.I would know.”

“Are you always so damn sarcastic?”

“Do you always have porn on while trying to romance a girl?”

“Of course not! Only the guys get the porn!”
Then Billie scrunched his lips together and closed his eyes. ”Am I supposed to lean in more? I thought it was the guy’s job.”
“Stop being sarcastic!”

“Turn off the porn!”

“Oh, I forgot..sorry.”

“Could you not here the noises.” I then proceeded to mimic the noises.

‘You could be in porn.”

“Shut up!”

“What? Thought that would be a complement!”
Billie then scooted in closer to me so much that he was nearly on my lap. I closed my eyes hoping Billie would see that I was ready. Luckily he did. He placed a hand on my cheek, nuzzled my noise with his again, and finally leaned in towards my lips. He didn't kiss me. Billie Joe bit the side of my bottom lip and pulled it back. Then in the space he created he trailed his tongue along the sides of my lips. Billie’s lips finally pushed onto mine.
“I'm not going to get your lip ring caught in your braces am I?”

“I hope not…..”
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