A/N: so here's a request from @ya-yeetsy that I really liked. So I decided to execute the idea out and I hope it's good enough to what you was thinking !!

I hope you all enjoy this, it's longer than my normal one shots :)
Requests always open! Thank you for reading and stay safe my loves <3

"Maybe one day you should go talk to him instead of just staring at him while he stands at his locker?" My best friend suggested, finding my whole situation amusing as I looked away from Billie Joe.

Ever since she'd caught me staring yesterday I'd heard no end to this. Again, I didn't share any classes with him today.

"Maybe you should keep out," I recommended, keeping my eyes away from her and to my locker.

"C'mon, I'm only suggesting. Want me to ask him out for you?"

"I would not want you to do that no. Instead I'd like it if you shutted up,"

She leaned on the lockers beside mine, rolling her eyes at the fact I hadn't gave her permission to go over and say something to Billie. When I looked over at her, her eyes were staring down the hall at who I knew.

"Y'know, he's looking over,"

"You teasing me really isn't that funny,"

"What? I'm serious right now,"

I tried to ignore, she realised most people who had been in the hallway were suddenly not. "Y'know what, I'm not being late cause you wanna stare at Armstrong. I'll meet you in english." She joked light heartedly, giving me a weird smile before walking away.

Although confused, I watched her walk before my eyes went to Billie. Who wasn't looking at me. His face was in the locker. Wonder why he was late too.

I tried to act like I didn't care, turning back to my own locker as I pulled out a book. Another one falling down to the floor with it, classic, as it made a loud smack hitting the hallway floors.

"Think you dropped something,"

I spun around to see Billie Joe, smiling over at me next to his now closed locker. I bit my tongue embarrassed. But he just laughed walking over.

He bent down in front of me picking it up off the floor as he stood in front, handing it out. I stared at him for a solid few seconds as he smiled. "Don't you want it?"

"Right." I shook my head, gaining myself before taking it from him. "Thanks Billie Joe. I guess it just fell out,"

"No worries, I guess I needed an excuse to come talk to you anyway,"

"Huh?"

"Y'know, I was thinking. We don't share a lot of classes together do we?"

"Well... no but-"

"-What would you say to... I don't know, hanging out tonight?"

"Tonight?" I repeated.

"Yeah- you're not busy, are you?"

"No- no not at all I... you mean- hang out?"

"Well, we can count it as a date if you by chance don't have a boyfriend,"

"I.... I don't,"

"So... is it a date?"

My hands trembled with the book in my hand as I tried to play cool, but not too excited seeming as I was screaming excitedly on the inside. "Yes- well, yeah- yeah sure... it's a- a date yeah sure,"

"Sounds good." He nodded, before grinning. "I'll pick you up around eight, how's that sound?"

"Sounds great- great, yeah good it sounds good,"

"Address?"

~

If you could believe, for the first time in my life after being asked out on a date I made it in late to class and didn't care. All I could think about was him smiling at me, yet I was trembling and nervously fidgeting. Messing up my words- yet I still scored a date?

Later on in the day I panicked even more what I would wear. This time I really was dressing with intent of Billie seeing me.

Finally I came to the conclusion that a pleated skirt, tights and a tucked in white shirt were enough. Once checking the time, I realised Billie would show up any second. So I skipped the explanation to my mom just saying I was going to a friends before leaving. And once I open ended the door, he parked right in front of the house. Perfect timing.

"Hey, look who I found," Billie smiled behind his rolled down window screen.

It was middle of July, although being eight in the afternoon the weather was pleasant and the sun was still in the sky. I greeted him with a smile and a roll of the eyes before walking around and climbing into the car.

"Fancy seeing you here hmm?" He grinned.

"Well... seems as you asked me out tonight and parked outside my house," I smiled back.

"Smart ass,"

The car started as I got my seat belt on. The car starting as we pulled back off the path and on to the road ready to go... actually- where were we going?

"Hey Billie Joe-"

"-Y'know you don't have to call me Billie Joe,"

"Right... and what else would I call you other than your name?"

He chuckled lightly shaking his head. "I meant, you can call me Billie. Or even Bill or Beej if you fancy,"

"Alright Beej where are you taking me?"

"Well if you're not too uptight for it," He teased. "I was thinking we could go to the beach,"

"At eight in the afternoon?"

"Not to go on the beach you bonehead. I meant to sit on the dock. Y'know, beside the sea,"

For some reason Billie Joe believed I was very different to him. As in my background. Just because I paid attention in school and had good grades. With out saying it himself, he thought I was posh. Even he was surprised when I was sitting beside him in science and spoke to him about how he was doing the whole science sheet wrong.

Ever since then I seemed to of acquired Billie Joe as an irritating acquaintance. I couldn't get rid of him. At first, it really was frustrating. Especially when he'd snatch my pencils mid way through me writing just to get my attention cause I was ignoring what he was saying in the middle of the science lesson. But I had, weirdly enough, grown to be okay with it. Pretty quickly. I mean- more than okay with it. All of a sudden I'd only start writing in hopes he'd snatch the pencil to start the conversation.

Like I said, I had truly become a fool for what was once an irritating acquaintance to the guy taking me on a date right now.

"That sounds nice,"

"Yeah?"

"So how long is it appropriate to wait before asking actually why you asked me out tonight Billie Joe?" I smiled some what temptedly at annoying him back.

His gaze was, of course, on the road. But he flustered for a second mixing his words up. "Well- I mean I- I just- I don't know I- I thought it'd be nice-"

"-If I didn't know better I'd think Billie Joe Armstrong is stuttering right now,"

"I- I'm not stuttering- I said I twice on purpose by the way just then," He defended quickly. "Just so you'd know I purposely did that,"

"Course. Whatever you say,"

The car parked as he sucked his teeth. Sighing before looking over at me and chucking. "You're more of a tease than I thought." He told me, before climbing out the car. "C'mon,"

Once he shut the door I paused for a second. What the heck does that mean?

I got out the car too ignoring Billies last comment as I started a new conversation. "Oh hey- the suns already setting," I realised. Looking over at the golden light that was shining on the rest of the beach.

The sand looked more golden than unseal, the sea glistening. It was oddly... a nice scene.

"Beach is empty too," Billie added as we began to walk across the sand.

"So can I ask again why you invited me out?"

I looked at him, he grinned. Eyes to the floor as he shoved his hands deep down into his pockets. "I just wanted to hang out with you more," He shrugged off smiling to the ground.

"That sounds disbelievable,"

He looked over at me. Lips curved up still in his same grin. "Oh really?" He asked, raising his eyebrows as we reached the peer. He began to ask: "How so?" As we sat closely to the end. Our legs dangling over, water inches below our feet.

"We're hardly the same. We're everything the other is lacking. And you really wanted to spend more time with me? Despite our lack of things in common?"

"Aw c'mon, you're good company to me, why so harsh?"

"Are you wanting me to help you with something?"

"What?" He cocked his head back taken back by my question. "No! Look: I like your company. Alright? I like that you're everything I'm lacking. There's nothing wrong with that... is there?"

Of course I liked Billie Joe. I accepted it. Maybe I was being too paranoid.

"Of course not Billie," I sighed, more at myself than him. "It just seems... weird that. Well that me and you would be hanging out,"

"Hey," He spoke quickly, pointing a finger over at me. "This is a date. Remember? Not just hanging out,"

I smiled at him. Rolling my eyes. "Proves my point only further Armstrong,"

"The only way I see it as weird is that I've managed to get you to come on a date with me," He reassured, a little elbow nudge as he looked back out to the sea.

I thought maybe he was about to tell me he was joking at all. Then after a little moment of nothing I realised he wasn't. "It wouldn't be hard," I admitted. "I enjoy your company too,"

"You stare over at me and my locker an awful lot too," He teased.

My face heated up, cheeks beginning to heat up as I flustered. "I- no it's not- I don't it's- it's just-"

"-Hey, why so embarrassed?" He continued. "Don't worry, I like the attention. Find it flattering,"

"I- it's that- well I don't stare- I just- y'know what." I breathed in. "Never mind, I'm not going anywhere with that excuse, am I?"

"Not really no,"

"Okay then, yeah alright I do stare. Caught me,"

"I know you do. I see you all the time staring-"

"-You do?"

"Course. Mostly because I'm staring at you first,"

"But..." I paused, trying to remember every moment I'd ever looked up at Billie in my whole life time. "I never see you staring?"

"Sneaky ain't I?"

A big, god awfully goofy smile swept my face away as I tried not to show it. "I guess so Billie Joe,"

"Now," he slowly dragged out, looking at me. "How about now I bring up and ask if you can do me my science home work?"

"What?"

He snorted. Punching me lightly in my arm playfully. "I'm kidding!"

I furrowed my eyebrows. Not finding his impractical joke very humorous.

"C'mon, I'm serious. This is a real date. I'm not asking anything from you,"

"Nothing?"

"Alright. Maybe one thing-"

"-I knew it,"

"A little kiss at most,"

My heart- it almost stopped.

When they say in the films and books their hearts skip beats. I guess I always thought that was a metaphor until I realised I was holding my breath and freezing up.

But surely, I couldn't help the smile that was showing up. I was damned for my unhide able grin. "Really?" I finally squeaked out.

"Really," He nodded, still smiling.

"Are you joking...? I get the feeling this is another one of your jokes. You're joking aren't y-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence. Before I even comprehended, Billie had leaned in. Taking my jaw with his hand and pulling me in for a kiss. I tensed up, quickly melting. Kissing back.

I'd never imagined I'd be kissing Billie Joe Armstrong on a peer at a beach. Never ever in my whole life time. But when he pulled away, smiling, I only kissed him again.