"Hello there," Billie smiled opening his front door, inviting me in. He closed it behind before asking me to follow him as we made our way up his stairs. To what I'm guessing is his teenage cave. 

"Mike has been none stop talking about your friend all dinner." Billie began starting a conversation as he sat on his bed tapping the space beside him asking me to join. 

I smiled to myself at his offer sitting beside him. "If only you knew how much Mae doesn't shut up about mike." I told him. "You think they'll become a thing?"

He nodded honestly, giving scrunching up half his face thinking. "I think so."

My eyes wandered around at his room, it was neater then I thought it to be. He had posters on his walls of classic punk bands most literally everywhere and even few stupid photos of him, Tre and Mike. Some they looked super young in. 

"I'm hungry," He randomly mumbled to himself, pretty sure forgetting I was there. "Are you hungry?" He asked me turning to me. "Cause I am."

"I guess, a little?" I laughed questionably, watching him. He was so hyper.

"Come on let's go make something," He told me jumping up as he offered me his hand.

I looked at it for a few seconds unsure before he re offered it. I sighed trying not to smile too hard taking it. He yanked me to my feet pulling me out his room and down the stairs. 

He took me into the kitchen and looked through his draws and cupboards. "Do you like cookies?"  He asked me, thinking he must probably have a pack of cookies in one of the cupboards. 

"I love cookies." I answered.

"Awesome," He smiled, placing a bag of flour on the table. I looked up at him in confusion as he still smiled at me.

I opened my mouth, only saying the first letter of my sentence in a confused tone before he cut me off. "I-?"

"-We're making our own." He explained. As he turned back around to the cupboards and grabbed out some more ingredients.

On the table In front of us, finally we had: butter, light brown soft sugar, caster sugar, one egg, vanilla extract, self-raising flour, salt, chocolate chips.

"You really go out when making cookies huh?" I laughed, as he tied a blue cooking apron on around himself. He picked up another one as he put it around me with out question and went behind me tying it for me with out me.

"Well if you make cookies you make them right." I heard him chuckle behind me slightly feeling the breeze. As I felt him tightly secure the apron on to me.

We got out all bowls and spoons and everything we needed before actually getting started, I have never made cookies from scratch and now I'm about to do it with Billie Joe?

Billie Joe. Billie Joe Armstrong. The guy who everyone thinks is attractive. Girls who brag about shagging the guy I'm about to make fucking cookies with? But I am not complaining.

He turned the over on to a hundred and eighty degrees pre heating it as he left me the very unimportant job of mixing the butter and sugar in a bowl. "Is this a home recipe?" I asked him. Adding in the egg and Vanilla once the butter and sugar was creamed together well.

"Sure is," He smiled turning away from the over and standing next to me, "it's my moms."

We sifted in the flour and salt. As Billie added in the chocolate chips, eating half of them.

"Billie Joe you've ate most of them." I laughed, still steering.

"Open your mouth."

I did as I was told with no question as he put a few chocolate chips in my mouth. I tried not to laugh enough to spit them back out trying to chew them as he continued to speak.

"You can call me Beej if you wanna," He smirked, eating another chocolate chip and shrugging. "No biggie."

I would have said something, but I was still chewing.

After that we began to roll them into walnut sized balls as he explained it. "Do you make cookies at your house?" He asked me randomly. 

I laughed. "No," Even the thought of trying to cook with my mom or my dad was hilarious to me. Or even on my own.

"I can tell your terrible, c'mere." He instructed coming behind me. He put his arms over mine and his hands on mine as he showed me how to 'professionally roll them'. But feeling his breath and every sentence he spoke on my neck made me feel some type of way. It gave me goosebumps. And I loved it.

"How come you don't make stuff at your house?" He asked me, leaning his chin on my shoulder next to my face still with his hands on mine.

"My moms just too strict about that stuff." I told him, trying to avoid not getting too into it.

"What's the deal with your mom?"

Oh here we go. "She wants me to be a lawyer." I replied. "Like my dad. They want to put me into a special lawyer school once I've done with high school. They're just forcing me into this life I don't want."

I felt his head nod to tell me he was listening as I carried on ranting. "I just think it's stupid I don't getta' say in my future. Sometimes, I just wanna piss them off so badly they kick me out, so then I can do what I want. But then I would exactly become homeless." I laugh slightly.

"Well if you ever find yourself kicked out your welcome to come find me," He sincerely replied quietly.

"I sure will," I told him. As the lump of cookie dough in the bowl was nearly Gone, but I didn't want it to be. His arms around me and his chin on my shoulder. Made me feel so warm inside. Warm and fuzzy feeling. Which I'd never had before, but I didn't want it to fade away.

"What do you wanna do when you're older?" He asked me. Generally caring.

"I wanna be a tattoo artist. I've took much interest in art more than any other subject and my art teacher says I have the potential. But I just need help, which would be my parents support but if you couldn't guess already they don't care about art."

"Tattoo artists are awesome." He laughed in my ear. As I felt his laugh blow some of my hair. "You've got to show me some of your drawings." He continued moving himself from behind me and taking the tray to the oven. As he slots it in and closes the oven door.

"No way!" I smiled, feeling myself blush.

"Why not?" He frowned. " I bet you're great."

"You're not seeing any drawings,"

"Not even tattoo designs?"

"Well- I've got a tattoo design on me and-"

He looked at me shocked. "-No way."

"Yep,"

"You've got a tattoo?"

"Sure have,"

"Let me see!" He smiled.

My cheeks were heating up bad. "I don't think so." 

"Why not?"

"It's on my thigh,"

"I guess I'll be seeing it some time soon then," He winked. Sitting down at the table. 

I rolled my eyes sitting down next to him. "You wish."

"What is it of?"

"A rose."

After Billie had set a timer on his phone for the cookies. We carry on with our conversation at the table until it went off.

"You get the tray out with these," Billie instructed handing me some oven gloves. "And I'll get a plate ready."

I nodded my head and put on the oven gloves. As I turned off the oven then attempt to take the tray out.

"Ow fuck!" I cringed as the tray slipped landing on my wrist. I quickly moved it back into the oven and jerk my hand away as Billie quickly rushed to me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I replied through gritted teeth. He looked over at my wrist and grabbed my hands, he took off the oven mits and took me to the sink.

He stood behind me with his chin on my shoulder again and his hands on mine as he ran my wrist under cold water. "I give you one job Echo." He laughed. I couldn't help but join him.

"I think it's best you get the tray out next attempt." 

He lets go off my hands and went to take the tray out.

I didn't mean now, you didn't have to move.

He places all the cookies on a plate as I turned off the tap and we went back to his room to sit on his bed eating with a plate full off cookies we had just made.

"Y'know what Beej. These are actually pretty good," I nodded approvingly taking a bite. He smiled.

"My moms got the best recipes."

"No kidding these are awesome," I grinned to him taking another bite.

"God you're fun to hang out with." He smiled, looking at me. He hadn't even eaten any cookies yet, which was surprising since I was on my second one.

"I am?" I asked him with my mouth half full, he laughed to himself as he rolled his eyes taking a cookie from the tray.

"Man I'm gonna have to hang around with you more."