"Gosh, can all of you just not sit still?" I joked light heartedly, taking Mikes arm back after he'd re picked up his coffee cup from Billie's and my kitchen table. The exact same spot I'd given Billie his just yesterday seeming as I didn't own a tattoo studio anymore.

"I just needed a quick sip, y'know to refuel me," He excused. "I'm done moving now I swear. I'll be perfectly still,"

"Billie said that, and he still kept moving,"

"I'm a fidgety guy," Billie shrugged with a smile, sat across the other side of the table with Tre beside him. 

"So what was your tattoo shop like?" Tre asked out of no where. 

Him taking interest on my home back at New Jersey made me feel we were getting better. I grinned slightly still focusing on the bird I was doing on Mikes forearm. "It was great. I really loved it. It was nice and homely, y'know? Kinda never even felt like a job,"

"Did you ever do any cover ups?" He continued.

"Loads. You'd really be surprised how many sorry suckers get a girls name tattooed on to them hardly in the relationship,"

"See, I've got bad tattoos. But at least I can say I've never done that shit," Billie nodded to himself proudly.

"I hope by bad tattoos you're not reffering to any of mine,"

"Of course not!"

"Hey, this is looking sick," Mike tuned back in. The whole time he'd been fascinated watching me as I tattooed him. You'd of thought it could have been his first tattoo with his excitement. "I can't believe how good you are,"

"Well I wouldn't be shit if I owned a tattoo shop Mike," I chuckled slightly, before reaching over for the wipes on the table. 

Billie noticed, sliding them closer to me with a smile. Once grabbing them, I wiped Mikes finished tattoo gently trying not to hurt him too much. But I noticed him wince away.

"I think you're done Mike,"

"Really?" He asked, taking his arm away as he looked at it. "Wow. This is awesome. And- and you're sure you don't want money for this?"

"Not a penny,"

"I don't mind paying-"

"-I don't mind doing it for free. Really Mike I insist,"

He took another look at the tattoo before smiling, showing Billie and Tre. The two of them admired it before I spoke back up.

"Do you want one Tre?"

He looked over at me, a little surprised as he opened his mouth silently for a few seconds. 

I didn't quite know why he was staring over at me like that. It was just a tattoo I was offering, not a sum of loads of money. 

"Earth to Tre," Mike mumbled down to him.

"Oh? No I just- I mean- you'd give me a tattoo?"

Is that why he was so surprised? "Of course I would. I wouldn't leave you out," I tried to smile. Ignoring Billies grin from beside Tre. 

"Well I mean- I just-"

"-Wasn't expecting the offer?"

"I guess not?"

"Well, its there. If you can think of anything you'd like in the future I can sketch it up and tattoo it for you,"

"You best get thinking," Billie elbowed Tre.

I left my offer open, I couldn't be completely sure if he'd take it any time soon. But since he didn't even think I was gonna ask it was obvious he had no idea what he would even want. So I began to pack away all my tattooing supplies as their conversation moved on.

"Hey, it's the last show tonight," Mike reminded the two boys, pulling another chair as he joined them sitting back down. 

"Then another state, then back home finally," Billie sighed of relief. I guess the guy missed home too.

After their show, we spent most of the tonight, which in retrospect was our last night in this state, gathering our things together for the plane ride tomorrow. Repacking our clothes and whatever. Then once in the morning, the early wake up surely killed me. So I slept through most of the plane ride.

The idea of confronting my mom and dad was becoming more prominent in my head. But yet more scary. There was half of me that was determined to do it. But then the other half still traumatised from their reaction to everything. Wanting to send me off to live with my gran.

Number one: Because they'd never expect it. A knock on the door, they'd never imagine it could be their daughter who ran away years and years and years ago. Number two: I could brag about how well tattooing actually did do for me, and still is. That I was made for it and certainly not law school or any of the tragic shit they wanted me to force myself into. And lastly number three: I guess I wanted to see or maybe even hear what they did after I left.

The thing about leaving is that you don't get to know what you left behind. What everyone was like, their reactions or how things were still going. I guess I forget a lot when I leave one place it's still going on with out me. 

But the thing was my mom and dad were certainly vicious before I'd left. And yes, despite the bad memories I did have great ones with the two. But it was the way it was when I left. Would they still be livid if I came back for a visit. Questioning my audacity to show up. Or would they act differently?

I spoke very openly to Billie as the shows continued how more and more tempted I was to see them, and of course he supported the idea. Having been the one who actually did mention it.

Before I knew it too this tour was over. And our last and final stop we we're in the air port preparing for was California. The place that somewhat traumatised me. But here I am going back, and I'm... excited. 

"How do you feel?" Billie asked me as we waited in the airport for our plane to be called out.

I smiled over at him. "Y'know I'm kinda stoked,"

He raised his brows. "Really?"

"Uhuh. Isn't that weird? But I'm actually excited. It's home, y'know? It feels like after years and years I'm going back home,"

Home with who I'd call home. But of course I didn't say that to him considering how fucking cliche that is. 

"Did New Jersey never feel like home to you?"

I paused thinking. "I guess not really. I guess it felt temporary.... but...."

"...But?"

"But I guess it just always felt temporary. Y'know? Nothing felt much like home did after I left. Not even home felt like home right before I left,"

I guess it was kinda depressing, but I lost the sensation and comfort of what home was and had been. And maybe I was so excited thinking it would come back. But in another very depressing way, what if it doesn't? What if it's forever gone.

Did I loose the feeling of what home is or did home lose me? 

Either way I'd find out. 

"I feel like I've not said this really at all," Billie mumbled staring in front. Through the busy airport. "But I'm over the moon you're coming back with me. I could see it in your face before you left and even when I re brought up I still lived in California how much you still hated that place. But you're here with me catching a plane and I get to be with you again." He shook his head, looking over at me as he fixed his posture. "I'm rambling. What I'm trying to say is I'm glad you're here, y'know- with me. Once again,"

I'd smiled mostly the whole way of him speaking. Before shaking my head and leaning my head on his shoulder. "Don't thank me. I'd of come with you if you went half way across the earth. Californias nothing. Fuck that- I'm from there, it doesn't scare me anymore,"

"I'm just glad I've got you,"

"Well I'm glad I've got you too of course Beej," I lifted my head back up, showing him my sincerity that I meant what I was saying.

We shared a silent few seconds just smiling like idiots to one another until someone else spoke up.

"Billie Joe Armstrong?" I flinched, noticing Billie did too but played it off well.

We looked over at two teenage around seeming girls. They were looking at only one of us though, which was obvious to guess who. 

"Hi there," Billie smiled nonchalantly. But it sent the two girls almost crazy as they looked at one another in disbelief. 

The one to the left had light brown hair falling above her shoulders. Her face filled with freckles as she looked like she couldn't push a single word out of her throat from being so stunned. Beside her stood a large pink suitcase. Her other friend, whose hair was blonde and straight, high up in a pony tail spoke back up for the two of them. "Oh my god- Hi- we're- we're both such big fans of green day and-"

"-Really?" Billie asked. "That's awesome. Nice to meet you both,"

She took a breath in trying to contain herself, Billie chuckled. 

"Would you like a photo? Or an autograph or anything before we go for our plane?' He asked them, nodding his head to me as he said the word us. 

The blonde girl shook her head with a smile trying to daze herself out of whatever she was thinking. "This is so surreal I'm sorry- could we have a photo please?"

Her friend nodded beside her keenly. Billie agreed standing up to his feet as the brown haired girl pulled out her phone. 

They took a few selfies together until I was asked to take one for them. Which, well obviously I didn't mind doing. And when the brown haired girl found her voice to tell Billie how much she enjoyed his music, shortly afterwards he'd said farewell to the two fans and we walked away ready to find Mike and Tre to board the plane in ten.

"I'm gonna kill those fuckers if we don't find them soon," Billie mumbled beside me as we began scoping around the airport. 

"Guess your disguises aren't as good as you think huh," I smiled, my eyes directing to the baseball cap.

"Oh come on. If the sun glasses were on it'd of been different,"

"Oh yeah sure Billie Joe,"

"I'm serious. I took them off for ten minutes and then bam I'm recognised. Don't you think thats coincidence?"

"I think your disguise is shit? But sure,"

"Oh please. I can't wait to see yours,"

I paused as we were walking. My disguise? Did I misunderstand that? He can't wait to see my disguise? But? Why would-?

"You alright?" Billie budged his eyebrows down slightly as he looked back, standing still too noticing. 

My eyes scanned over his face for a few seconds before I continued to walk. "My disguise did you say?" I repeated. Thinking I must've heard wrong. 

"Well yeah, y'know... a disguise, what you'll wear when-"

"-Yes smart ass I know what a disguise is,"

"So then why are you-"

"-Well why would I need one?"

"Because you're with me. I mean, not to sound big headed or narcissistic or anything but you'll start to be recognised as-"

"-As your girlfriend?"

"Sure, yeah. Or y'know... as Echo Green?"

"Well yeah course but- I'll only be known because I'm your girlfriend,"

"If you wanna say it like that but either way. You might get recognised from time to time when you go out in public,"

"Well I've not yet?"

He chuckled slightly. "Well Echo you've only been brought out to the public as my girlfriend once,"

"So you're telling me I'm gonna start having to master up a disguise to wear every single day when I want to be out in public?" I asked Billie looking over at him. But he paused walking.

I stared at him confused until looking forward where we'd found Tre and Mike. A crowd beginning to form around them as they were taking selfies with fans. Tre threw up a peace sign for one pic before nodding satisfied back at the phone and another girl screamed for a pic with him. 

Just a large accidental meet and greet conjuring up in the middle of the airport. 

"Or y'know..." Billie mumbled. "Mike and Tre never wear a disguise. You can always make the most of it?"