I walked past a few magazines with my face on this morning, but today it didn't phase me. To be honest, it made me laugh to remember the incident where Billie nearly lit the whole stage aflame just trying to introduce me.

When we'd gotten home I thanked him, although I didn't know what he was doing at first and when I did realise I was absolutely terrified and begged him not to. Once the moment was over I felt like a giddy teenage girl again.

It was like that night when Billie had fallen out of my closet and asked me to be his girlfriend on accident and I accidentally agreed, although our relationship was the same there was this part of me celebrating because everyone would know I was with him. With the hopes of my parents being the odds of that, but that didn't work out.

And now my name is in big writing on magazines, everyone knows I'm with Billie Joe Armstrong, it was like I was reliving that part of my life again. The excitement, the giddiness, the adrenalin, all of it. Also the fear.

"Your hairs a mess," I laughed to Billie who entered the kitchen. Having just woken up.

He glanced over at me from where I sat at the kitchen table, standing still for a second and ruffling his hair. "Any better?"

"A little worse,"

"Dammit." He muttered, walking over to the fridge. I watched him stare back at his distorted reflection in the fridge door trying to flatten down his bed head. "Stay down will you," He continued, speaking to the little piece of hair.

I shook my head chuckling slightly, looking back down at my sketch book as I tried to review the tattoo design on the page. It didn't look... right?

"What ya doing?" He spoke back up as I saw him from the corner of my eye walk behind me.

Looking up from the pages, Billie hovered over me with curiosity. "I'm just sketching a tattoo design I thought of earlier,"I told him placing the pencil down. "But it doesn't look the way it did in my head,"

"How's mine doing?" He asked, pulling up his T-shirt sleeve revealing the small tattoo I'd given him the day we re met.

I nodded. "Seems healed,"

"Fancy giving me another one?"

"Another?"

"Why not,"

Rolling my eyes I broke a smile. "Alright then, do you even know what you'd want?"

He shrugged honestly. "I d'know, just give me a skull or something basic,"

"Alright. Well maybe if you're good I'll give you a tattoo later,"

"Later?" He repeated in shock, before dropping into the table chair beside me. "That's ages away,"

"Start counting the minutes," I laughed, re picking up where I left off with my sketch.

"How many minutes do you want me to count?"

"However many minutes is in later,"

"That's a broad answer that didn't narrow it down at all,"

"Just be patient and maybe it'll fly by,"

"Can't you do it now?" He pleaded slightly. I shot my eyes up over at him surprised. He'd only just woken up and wanted me to give him a tattoo.

"Now?"

"Yeah, y'know- now. Start my day off?"

I slowly looked around. "In the kitchen...?"

"Well why not. I've got another show later so I'll be busy all afternoon getting ready,"

"Alright then Mr popular, you want me to get my tattoo gun and ink out just to give you a small tattoo before you're show?"

He pouted pleadingly. "I'm begging,"

I sighed. Not saying an answer but me pushing myself out of my chair and leaving the room was enough. I could hear him cheering slightly in a victory as I turned the hallway making my way up the stairs.

It took me a little longer than expected to actually re trace my steps of where I'd unpacked and put most of my tattooing stuff. When I found it shoved uneatley in one of the boxes under Billies and my bed, I took the majority of the shit back down where Billie was. Still sat at the table.

"And I'm assuming you have no idea what you want the skull to look like, do you?" I asked placing everything on the table in front of him.

"Just sketch me one up, I don't mind," He smiled innocently, trying not to annoy me too much.

But I wasn't annoyed, it was sure a pain but I knew Billie was from the start. So this was water under the bridge if you really think about it. "You really just want a skull? That's it?" I asked him repicking up my sketch book and pencil.

"That's it, yep. Just a skull,"

When I finally sketched up a decent enough picture to ink on to Billie, I'd shown it him before preparing the stencil. When I was done with it, I looked back at him.

"Do you even know where you want this?"

"Erm," He thought for a few seconds. "Back of my shoulder." He answered, yanking his T shirt off over his head.

Even if I'd been with him for ages, I felt myself blush slightly. So I looked down at the floor avoiding him seeing anything he could use to tease me as I walked behind him with the stencil.

Finding a good enough spot he was happy with, the stencil was finally there and my tattoo gun was ready. I'd already began giving Billie his tattoo as he gave me a brief walk through of every other tattoo he had on his body.

My free hand held his other shoulder for grip, his skin was warm and it didn't help he kept trying to turn around and look.

"How do you have so many tattoos when you move so much?"

He turned his head quickly back straight from when he'd tried to turn to look at me. "Sorry ma'am,"

"I swear, you've never been still since the day I met you,"

"Well that is how we met,"

"Hmm?" I didn't get the joke as I stopped with the tattoo gun for a second. Billie realised my confusion, as he looked over his shoulder. His hair still wild and somewhat hanging in his eyes.

"You screamed at me for moving too much behind you in maths class, remember?"

I laughed, continuing with the skull. "And I called you a nimrod,"

"You've always been so nice,"

"You've always been so fussy. Now sit still,"

"I am!"

~

"You guys wanna see my new tattoo?" Billie asked entering the back stage room where the two boys already were, me tagging along behind him.

Tre looked up from twirling his drum stick between his fingers, where he was set on the sofa. "New tattoo?"

"I got a new tattoo today," Billie smiled excitedly. Sitting next to Tre.

I stood next to Mike as he looked up from the magazine he was looking at. What is it with these three and trashy magazines? "Lets see it Bill," Mike replied, tossing the magazine back on to the coffee table in front of Billie and Tre.

Billie smiled over at me first, before pulling his shirt over his head and facing his back to Mike. "It's the skull on the back of my left shoulder,"

"Hey, I can't see." Tre moaned standing up, as he walked around Billie.

Mike approached Billie to look at it more in detail where Tre already was. I stood there knowing I was blushing slightly, but I didn't wanna boast it was me who'd done it.

"Hey- that's sick," Mike smiled looking closer.

Then Tre poked it.

"Ow!" Billie shouted, spinning around defensively. "Who fucking poked it?"

Mike outed. "Tre did,"

"I was just curious!?"

"You dick! You wait." Billie scowled, shoving his head back through his t-shirts hole.

"When did you have that done anyway Beej?" Mike changed conversation.

His head poked through as he pulled his arms in. "This morning,"

"Where? It looks cool. I've been thinking of getting another tattoo y'know, I might go,"

Billies smile re appeared as he looked at Mike not answering his question, before Tre joined back in. "C'mon Billie, don't hog the tattooist tell us where it is,"

"Echo did it,"

The two turned to look at me, almost as if they'd forgot I was even in the room and the re mention of my name surprised them.

"You?" Tre asked confused.

the both of them looked shocked. Was Billie the only one I mentioned back in my past what I wanted to be when I grow up? Surely not. So... why do they look so surprised?

I nodded slowly. Tre looked over at Billie and Mike smiled. "You do tattoos?"

"I had my own tattoo studio back where I lived," I began to boast.

Tre's eyes widened slightly. "Your very own?"

"Uhuh,"

"Like- like you owned it?"

"Was all mine,"

"Wait," Mike quickly put his had up ready to backtrack. "So then what happened to it when you came with us?"

I took a glance at Billie Joe, who sunk back to the sofa. He'd already spotted and successfully taken Mikes magazine as he flicked through the pages as if he was trying to spot something interesting. "The property went up for sale," I answered, eyes retrieving back to the two.

"And you were okay with that?" Tre asked hesitantly.

"I mean I was kinda upset but better things were coming?" I tried to shrug positively. I definitely did miss my studio. Everything about it, and especially how it kept me busy.

Mike smiled over. "Would you do me a tattoo?"

"Course, I'd love to,"

"I mean- I'll think of something and you can give me a price and-"

"-A price?" I cut off quickly. "No, no I don't need paying for it Mike,"

"What? Course you do?"

"No- I insist I don't,"

"But-"

"-You'll not win this one," Billie interrupted Mike. Eyes still down in that stupid mag as he flicked a page over. "I've already tried,"

"You got your tattoo for free?" Tre asked shocked.

"Both of them,"

"You've got two?"

"She gave me one when we met again," Billie shrugged. But couldn't help but smile knowing Tre's face.

Tre looked at me confused. "Aren't tattoos expensive?"

"I... guess?" I hesitated to say, so I then added on. "But I really don't care about the money part of it,"

"C'mon," Tre smiled slightly. "No one ever says they don't care about the money part of it,"

I couldn't help but grin back, even though what Tre said was going against what I was saying.

Considering how bad mine and Tre's communication has been through out this tour and re meeting him, it was just an automatic reaction to smile back. Since I didn't get it as often as I use to.

I know it was a little over the top, and considering if it ever would happen, I couldn't wait until Tre and I were real friends again. Not the awkward exchange of words we've been having lately.

"Do you care about the money part of your job?" I asked, flicking up an eyebrow.

Tre's smile grew wider. "Touché,"

I'd like to think I was making progress? I guess maybe in time it'd be worth having another one of those large serious conversations. Where I apologise again for, I lost count, what I did.

"Are you staying back stage today? Or joining the crowd?" Billie asked as I heard the magazine slap on the coffee table.

I looked over, showing him my sketch book. He nodded knowing that meant back stage. "You're welcome to join the crowd,"

"Aren't you the same guy who was worried about her being in the crowd the first few shows?" Mike noted, a chance to annoy Billie as he sat down back beside him. And the magazine was re collected off the table. "And keep off my mags,"

"We'll I'm just saying Mike," Billie rolled his eyes. Before he added. "Plus your magazines are shit anyway,"

"You do pick the lame ones," Tre shrugged from where he was still stood. Beside me now as he walked a bit closer to re join in on the conversation.

Mike grinned, turning the magazine around for the cover to face over to me. "Hey- at least you guys aren't the front cover?"

A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT ON THIS. I've finished at work and have also came into possession of a laptop so updates will be coming through faster >:) 

THANKS FOR READING, STAY SAFE <3