"One more test down," I grinned high fiving Esme.

"And how many more to go?" She chuckled at my enthusiasm.

My slime slipped as I dead eyed her. "Shut up,"

"I'm just reminding you Mal- haven't you heard the expression 'don't sell the skin before you've caught the bear,'?"

"Believe it or not, no Esme I haven't,"

She rolled her eyes, one hand on her bag strap as the one pushed the schools door open as we left the building outside. "It means don't celebrate too early. Y'know? Don't count your chickens before they hatch?"

"I don't know why you're on about chickens and bears," I replied. "But let me have my moment,"

"I'm just saying to you- y'know what nevermind,"

We walked off school property making our way down the street on our way home.

I was a few more tests down, each one of course was done in the teachers department. I didn't even have to check the sheet anymore to see my seat.

They said it was because of the situation with Tyler, but considering the amount of times I myself had been caught plainly cheating by other smarter kids beside me, although I'm not as stupid as to now, I simply wasn't trusted in a hall. And that was all there was to it.

"Do you think you'll do well on your tests?" Esme randomly asked me after a few moments of silence as the both of us walked.

I shrugged with my shoulder half on my bag. "Who knows. Do you?"

"Maybe on English one, I'm not too sure about the maths one. And the other maths ones coming up. I'm not very good at Maths,"

The only conversations I'd been seeming to of had lately was about tests. Or school. Even with my parents.

As I finally reached home saying goodbye to Esme, I walked inside naturally wiping my shoes on the doormat so my dad didn't find a reason yet to nag at me.

My mom was more than likely tucked away upstairs in her office, like she was most of the time I was at school working from home. My dad could most likely be found sat in front of the television, using the time my mom was away to be idle and watch the programs she hated most.

I walked past my dad who was sat leaned into the sofa, his arms sprawled out on the sofas back support as his eyes stared infront on the tv.

I'm not quite sure what it was that held my mom or dad together. Wether it held them together for better or for worse, and more importantly how it held them together at all. But sometimes, I wish what it was would break, maybe then the pressure would sink.

"How was school?" My dad asked as I sat down on a chair besides the sofa, looking at his program.

"Pretty boring, nothing new,"

"What tests did you do today?"

"Only one," I replied, putting my bag on the floor beside the chair. "Maths,"

"Did you do good?"

"I'd like to think I did,"

"What does that mean?"

I sighed. "It means yes dad,"

"Did you try?"

"Uhuh. And revise,"

His eyes had never actually left the screen, but I watched him nod silently still focusing on his program. Meaning the blunt forced conversion was brought to a close.

I stood back up picking up my bag swinging it over my shoulder temporarily as I began leaving the room.

"By the way,"

I looked back at my dad, who was now looking at me.

"You got a package earlier on today,"

"I did?" I questioned.

"Your moms got it with her upstairs in her office,"

"Did she open it?"

He shrugged looking back at the TV.

I grunted slightly already knowing she'd opened my package. I made my way up the stairs, tossing my bag into my room quickly before knocking on my moms office door.

My moms office was a revamp of the guest bedroom. A few ikea buildings of a desk and shelves and some lousy lagging computer she used. It wasn't often she spent a lot of time in the office, most times she used it to get away from my dad or I.

"Who is it?"

"Mallory," I shouted through the door, leaning on it. "Dad said you've got a package for me,"

I leaned on the door frame for a moment until the door opened, my mom held a brown box in her hand. "Whose this from?"

"I don't know? I never get Mail," I shrugged. "Can I have it?"

"Whose sending you t-shirts?"

"T-shirts?"

"That's whats-"

"-You opened my package?"

The door slowly creaked open fully as my mom let go of it. Her eyebrows drew down at me in a confused and offended manner at my question. "Of course I did?"

"What? Why? What if that was private?"

"Private?" She scoffed slightly. "What could it possibly be thats private,"

"I don't know! Private things!"

"If it's something you wouldn't want me seeing than you probably shouldn't be getting it mailed to you,"

"I don't know who mailed it! Just-" I snatched the box impulsively out her hands. "-Don't go through my packages next time,"

I'd never snatched from my mom, I'd never dared. But there was an instinct in me that had just taken the package from her hands.

I regretted it after realising, but my mom didn't actually look that angry. Her eyes were wide, but they had bags under neath them.

Her mouth twisted into a scowl, before she stepped back and the door slammed shut.

I count myself with getting away with that one just barley.

I walked back into my room re opening the already opened box. It wasn't large, barley just a small package. It didn't rattle or make much noise, not even any noise.

Picking up the black fabric inside, I held it up out the box realising it was in fact a shirt.

Specifically a green day one. Which only meant it could be sent by one person.

~

"It's a first draft, thought you'd like it,"

"I'm honoured," I told him, the phone on speaker as it sat on my bed. I stood in the mirror holding the shirt before me. "I love its design,"

"I think we're changing it,"

"Why?"

"Mike doesn't like the font Green Days in,"

I pulled my shirt off over my head, before putting the green day shirt on. "Oh,"

"What are you doing right now?"

I pulled my hair out the shirts neck hole, running my fingers causally through it. "Nothing- why?"

"So you're free?"

"Yeah- I guess? Why?"

"Nothing I'm just wondering,"

I furrowed my eyebrows down to myself confused picking the phone back up. "Okay... is that- is that all?"

"Oh- oh no that's not all. I'm outside,"

"You're what!?"

I heard him laugh as I nearly tripped up, rushing through the door. I took steps so fast I thought I would fall down the stairs at least more than once, reaching the bottom, I opened the front door straight up to see Billies famous black car parked along side the side walk. Where Billie Joe sat infront of the steering wheel. A grin on his face as he looked at me, and a grin on mine as I looked at him.

"No way!" I cheered ending the call as I shut the front door, making my way over to his car.

"Look whose got the days off!"

"You have!"

"I told you I would!"

I walked around the car, or almost skipped around, diving into the passengers seat.

For the longest moment, I sat down besides him and took the time in. Just his presence being beside me, along side me, having him here next to me. It was nice.

"You're silent," he noticed, voice somewhat soft at my lack of words.

"I'm just..." I paused for a second, before looking back at him. "Well- I'm happy- obviously. I'm just taking in the moment,"

He looked back at me, the left corner of his lips turning up into a mini smile. "You're cute,"

"What?"

"Nice shirt,"

"Oh- thanks," I laughed, looking down.

"You like green day?"

"Never heard of them,"

He raised a brow, the same smile on him. "How come you've got a shirt with their name on huh?"

"I'm not too sure," I shrugged. "Some weirdo sent it me in the mail,"

His smile slipped at he nudged me. "How dare you-!"

"-I'm only kidding!" I giggled moving back, my back against the car door.

"I'll have you know that's one of our first ever designs we're trying out and it's limited edition. If you don't appreciate it then..."

"Then what?"

He looked away from me for a second, starting the car up before shrugging. "I'll take it back off you,"

The car began to move from the front of my house, I stayed silent. Very silent before Billie looked back over at me, which I saw from the corner of my eye.

"What d'you think of that then?" He asked cockily.

I shrugged to myself. "No complaints,"

"Huh?"

"Well I mean..." I quietened down, looking over at him shrugging again. "No complaints,"

Billies vision flickered from the road in front and me. Wanting to look more at me with a confused look, but knowing to focus on the road. "No complaints?" He repeated. "What do you mean no complains?"

I smiled looking back at the car window. "Never mind,"

"You don't think I won't?"

"I'd like to see you try,"

"Is that a challenge,"

"Hmm... could be,"

"Alright then," I heard him decide. Before feeling the car roughly turn down a street. I sat up in the car chair confused noticing a familiar route. "My house it is,"

He'd drove pretty fast, maybe it was the abscess of seeing him but I surely don't remember Billie being this much of a speedy driver. Before I knew it, he'd sloppily parked into his drive way. Climbing out the car.

I'd followed with him getting out the car as he pulled his keys out locking it. "Someone seems eager," Billie mumbled under his breath unlocking his door.

"Coming from the guy who crossed two red lights,"

The door opened as we both made it inside his house, kicking the door shut after Billie locked it fast before looking over at me.

"Where now Speedy Gonzales?"

He smiled, before grabbing me by my wrist as he pulled me up his stairs. We swiftly ran around the corner on his landing before straight into his room.

He shut the door behind the both of us, his fingers still wrapped around my wrist tight.

He looked over at me after, pulling me closer by my wrist before he let go. I let my hands rest on each side of his neck gently as he grabbed my new shirt at the bottom, swiping it up revealing underneath as I raised my arms in order for it to come off.

Before he was able to toss the new shirt on to the floor, I grabbed his hand in which it was in stopping him.

Billie looked over at me pausing confused. Almost looking like a lost dog. "Something wrong?"

"Am I gonna get that shirt back? Y'know- after we're done?"

His eyebrows released, smirk twisting devilishly. "Sure," he whispered. "If you can manage to find it on the floor,"

Before I could fit another word in, he tossed the shirt somewhere behind me. His hands returning to my waist as I felt his skin make contact with mine. I let my arms rest over his shoulders as we began to kiss.

As this kiss began to become more passionate, my fingers trailed through his black hair as his arms snaked fully around my waist. Pulling me to his as close as possible, as I felt his frame pressed up against my own.

He began to walk as I carefully tip toed backwards, not separating contact from each other's lips or skin. Before I felt him purposely trip me up.

I pulled away for a second from panic, before I realised I'd landed on his bed behind me. Billie Joe now pressed on top of me with a smirk.

"What's so funny?" I whispered looking up at him, his face hanging over mine as I felt his hair tickle my forehead.

He smiled wider. "You're face," he replied in the same quietness. "You looked scared,"

"I hadn't realised your bed was behind,"

"This isn't my first time at the rodeo, love,"

"Hmm," I smiled feeling his forehead make contact with mine, as he leant closer in to me. "Well it's mine,"

"What!?"

Billie moved up quickly, as I moved up too surpised. He looked at me with wide eyes as he sat up, I'd pulled my legs from under him sitting crossed legged quickly looking back at his face.

"What?" I asked confused, seeing him sat up in a state of panic.

"It's your first!?"

"Well... yeah- I thought you would've... known that-"

"-No!?"

"Really?"

"You do realise- I'm going to be your- your..." Billie cut himself off, stuttering to find a word.

"My first?"

"Yes! That!"

"I know captain obvious. Trust me,"

"And you're... you're okay with this?"

I looked at him, before blindly looking down at my upper half. Then over at my shirt at the floor. "Duh,"

Billies mouth opened for something to reply with, but nothing came out. I giggled slightly budging forward, closer to Billie.

"Nervous?" I whispered smiling.

"I'm not nervous-"

"-So what? Cat got your tongue?"

"You're sure you want this?"

"Want this?" I snorted slightly. "I've rethought this whole situation out while still sitting in your classroom,"

His nervous looking expression transitioned quickly into another cocky grin. But he caught himself out- shaking it off. "So- you're sure?"

I nodded. "Are you?"

"Well- course don't get me wrong I'm ready y'know? But- I just wanna make sure you're- are you even listening to me?"

I looked away from his jeans. "Hmm?"

"I'll take that as you are ready,"

I have a half shrug, my hands trailing up his leg as I played a little with the top of his jeans zipper. "I've told you I am silly." I whispered, unzipping the zipper completely, seeing his grey boxers underneath as I looked back at him. "I wasn't kidding when I say I've thought of this before y'know." I smiled, my hands pulling at the bottom of his shirt.

He smiled wide, stretching his arms over his shoulders as he yanked his shirt off from the back. Pulling it over his head and tossing it behind me on his floor along with my own shirt.

I placed my hands gently behind his neck pulling him back with me, adjusting our legs as we laid back on his bed once again kissing.

The tension heated greatly, before Billie pulled away.

"What?" I asked confused.

He looked at me and smirked slightly, before leaning his arm over to his draws beside his bed.

I lifted my head up off his pillow to see what he was doing. He opened his top draw, feeling inside of it before successfully grabbing soemthing as his hands shoved the draw closed again.

"Condom," He answered, showing me with a smile.

He walked over to a bed, standing in front of it very guardingly so I could not see what was in it as he opened it.

I chuckled slightly. "What do you keep in there then?"

"Just... things,"

"Things?"

"Mhm... things-"

"Always wondered what's in that draw,"