Mike, Tre, Violet, Add and Billie all helped bringing my bags into the house.

Tre wouldn't shut up about how big it was. He was amazed by it, so he didn't really help much.

After all my bags were brought in and sitting at the end of the stairs. I said goodbye to them all and thanked them for helping me out with my mom. All of them expect Billie obviously.

Once they left, I looked over all the bags stood beside Billie.

"Which one first?" He asked me, observing all of them with his hands on his hips.

"This one," I firmly said as I picked up the specific bag. "Here come upstairs I wanna show you something I never got to show you yesterday," I turned to him holding my hand out for him.

Without any hesitation, he took my hand trusting me as I led him up the wide staircase.

I took him down the hallway and stopped at the right door, which hadn't been opened since she passed. Cause none of us wanted to go on.

There was a little piece of wood hung up on the door with her name written in calligraphy that my grandmother had made at her request.

"This is addisons old room she used when we came to visit. This house is so big we had separate rooms here," I explained, "mine's over there." I told him pointing to the door at the end of the hallway.

The door with all the posters on. It wasn't hard to tell it was mine.

I turned back to the door and looked at it. I was scared to open it. "It's not been opened since she passed, no one needed or wanted to go in there,"

"Not even you?"

"I've wanted to in the past, but I never thought I was strong enough. Not until now,"

"You sure you wanna go in there?" He asked me squeezing my hand a little.

I nodded. "Yeah,"

I turned back to the door before lightly setting the bag I was holding in one hand on the floor and touching the doorknob, ignoring all the dust that had transferred off of it and on to the palm of my hand.

I pushed the door open revealing the room. Before stepping inside.

Everything was untouched. The bed still unmade, the rubish still on the floor, her desk still had clutter on it, her clothes thrown on a chair.

It was most upsetting cause it looked like someone still lived in here. But the heart aching thing was they weren't.

The walls were a hot pink, covered in movie posters and Drawings she did at a young age she never took down. At her desk sat a light pink bean bag which still had the mould in it of someone who had sat there last. Her bedsheets carelessly thrown at the end of the bed. Her floor was laminated and covered with her clothes or little candy wrappers.

I felt my eyes prickle with tears. Before feeling Billie squeeze my hand, almost to just let me know he's there, I turned to him and he smiled halfly at me. I wanted to fake one back but his smile made my real one appear.

"It's okay," he whispered, "I'm here, remember?"

"It looks like she's still here doesn't it," my voice trembled. My tone was low and barely audible. "It looks like she's supposed to come back and clean it up. It doesn't at all remind you she's gone you think someone is still staying in this room. Look how messy it is, but she's not here,"

"I know it hurts, and they say times suppose to heal you... But it doesn't. But she would have been so incredibly proud of you Payton,"

I turned to him, and let go of the bag pulling him into a hug as I began to sob into him. He held me tight and gently stroked my hair calming me down. "It's okay," he cooed softly to me. "I've got you."

Once I felt like I had got it out of my system I pulled away and looked up at him. He understood exactly how it felt.

"He would have been proud of you too Billie joe, y'know that right?" I sniffed.

"I hope so,"

"He would have,"

I bent down beside the bag before opening it up. All of Addison stuff I took was in here.

I gently pulled out her perfume and set it on her nightstand, her jewellery box, a few of her notebooks and other things I placed lightly in the room trying not to disturb what she had left.

After that I left the room with Billie and shut the door, we headed down the hall over to my old room.

I walked straight in as Billie followed and looked around remembering Everything I had left.

My bed was made, my floor was clean. And there was no doubt that was my grandmother.

My floor too was laminated, the walls were painted a light blue and the curtains a darker shade to match the little theme I had going on. My bedsheets were also a range of different blues.

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say blue was your favourite colour," Billie said to me looking around.

"Use to be,"

"What is it now?"

"Green," I shrugged looking at the posters on the walls. These posters were from so long ago. Of bands, I don't even listen to any more. Other things that covered the wall were some crappy little doodles.

Billie carefully removed pin through one taking the piece of paper in his hand and looking at it confused squinting his eyes. "Is it suppose to be an astronaut?"

"No you idiot you're looking at it the wrong way," I slightly laughed taking it out his hand and rotating it. "Its a horse,"

"Coulda fooled me," he snorted. I rolled my eyes taking the thing back from him and pinning it back on to the wall.

"I drew it when I was little,"

"Like four?"

"No! TEN!"

He began to Hollar again in laughter as I stood watching him unamused.

"I'm sorry," he smiled trying to stop laughing. "Its a nice astronaut-"

"-pony!"

"Pony, that's what I said!"

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"Sure it is," I laughed clicking the lighter on and holding it close to a piece of dry wood in my hand. It began to light up as I carefully placed it into the fireplace and stood back up straight looking over at Billie. "My grandmother and I use to sit next to the fireplace all the time," I smiled looking down at the fire. "Addison would be helping my grandad working on something in the basement like his little boats he would build out of little sticks and whatnot. But we would sit right here and enjoy the warmth of the fire,"

It was night, Billie and I had spent most of the day unpacking my bags into the room we would share, my grandmother and grandfather's room. It was completely empty apart from the bed from when they both passed. Since most things in there were given to others in their will. Soon enough we would replace the bed, but it had to do us for now. We unpacked some of billies stuff too. He wasn't able to bring it all today, so at one point we would need to go back and get the rest. But that was the biggest problem we had right now. And that was so incredibly amazing to me.

He sat down on the sofa that was the closest to the fire as I sat beside him and cuddled up to him. He put his arm around me tight and I couldn't remember a time I had felt genuinely happy like I did now.

"You've got your own house now, how does that feel?" Billie asked me, not moving a muscle.

"It's yours too, you live in it with me now,"

"It's still your house,"

"And? I'm sharing it with you,"

He chuckled slightly before I felt him kiss my head. "I love you," he whispered to me.

I looked up at his warm green eyes. "I love you more,"

"You wish,"

"I do,"

"Nope,"

"Billie," I whined.

"I've been waiting forever for this argument,"

I couldn't help but smile like an idiot at his sentence.

"I've got a question," he spoke up.

"What's that?"

"I know I never had to really say goodbye. But is that goodbye kiss still an option?"

By fuck yes it is.

"It is, are you interested?" I smirked.

He said nothing more, but placed his hand on the side of my face and pulled me in.

It took me by surprise, but when his lips met mine I didn't even dream of pulling away.

Our lips made contact as I kept mine in time and in sync with his, it wasn't a sexual kiss. It was sweet. I felt his hair tickle against my forehead and his hands gently moved to around me pulling me in just a little closer... If that was even possible.

This was when every single ounce of pain we went through became over. The kiss felt like a trophy for what we had overcome. And it all felt so worth it. I wouldn't mind going through pain if the prize was him in the end.

We gently pulled away at the same time. His lips were a little red and I'm guessing mine were too, he removed his hand from where they were around me and wiped his mouth before smiling like a child.

"Worth it," he whispered grinning. "I've been waiting for that ever since I met you,"

"You Have?" I blushed pushing back a loose piece of hair behind my ear. He nodded.

"Yeah, I had to physically stop myself from kissing you when I first met you,"

"You're just saying that,"

"I mean it," he insisted to me as he became serious. "I swear I fell in love with you as soon as I saw you. I just didn't realise till a while after," his voice was soft and calming. And put me at ease in any sort of situation. It always had.

I'd found a natural drug for all my panic, anxiety and anger. It was his voice.

"I would go through all that pain again," I breathed out, "as long as I got you in the end,"

It was him.

"I never realized how much sweeter life could treat a person until right now," he smiled. "I like when life's not beating me up."

He was the one thing that had kept me sane and made me go crazy. He did both, he kept me sane the nights he would hold me while I cried. And he made me go crazy on nights I was scared to stand up.

"Me too," I laughed, "life doesn't bite so much any more,"

He was both a trouble maker and a gentleman. He made me feel safe but kept me feeling alive all at the same time.

"So we do get a happy ending," he said.

And that was one of the many reasons I fell in love with him.

"We do, and yet we never thought we would,"

When I first met him. I thought to myself that I hope he stuck around for even a chapter of my life.

"But yet here we are, I mean look at us, Payton. I'm not crying, you're not crying. And I can kiss you!"

But little did I know, if my tragic life was really a story.

"You can!" I beamed happily, "so do it again?"

He was the whole book.

"Don't have to ask me twice that's for sure," he smiled before pulling me closer and kissing me again. Only this time a little harder.

He took my miserable life and he gave it a story. The story of my life didn't start until I first heard his name.

"His name is Billie Joe Armstrong."

The story of my life didn't start until he came into it.

He gave me more than love. He gave me a purpose.

He gave me a story to tell.

We pulled away again. And both smiled at each other like idiots. "I could get used to that," he chuckled.

And although my story was many things:

"We'll need to make up for every time we didn't," I reminded him.

Twisty,

"We've got a lot of kissing to do than Payton Ives,"

Complicated,

"You think?"

Frustrating,

"Oh for sure,"

Sad,

"But," he added afterwards. "I think it's very overdue, but there's another thing."

Sometimes hopeless,

"What's that Armstrong?"

And mostly... Tragedy.

"So... Here goes nothing. Payton, will you be mine?"

That's okay. Because although at times it was twisty, Complicated, frustrating, sad, hopeless and what seemed like a big tragedy. In the end, I got my happy ending. I got my prince charming, or punk singer. And the pain was what made my story.

"You mean it!?" I shouted excitedly as I jumped up off the sofa. He quickly stood up too In front of me nodding and smiling.

"Will you!?"

In the end, I was happy.

"Yes!" I screamed throwing my arms around him in excitement as hugged me tightly. Digging his face into my shoulder as he lifted me up off the ground.

The best love stories are when you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.

"I can't believe it!" He shouted setting me back down and pulling away from the hug as he looked at me. "You're mine. I'm stood right in front of you in a house that is now ours when I thought I'd never been able to have you. The number of times we cried together and we never thought it would end like this, but it did!"

I was happy with the choices I made.

I chose to hang around with him and his friends.

To go to parties and the beach with him.

To meet up with him in the middle of the night.

To sneak him into the house.

To sneak out of the house.

To find the key.

To leave my mom.

To be happy with him.

I chose him when he wasn't a choice. And he's become my life.

"I know!" I smiled sharing his excitement.

I was happy with choosing him.

"Can I kiss you again?" He babbled out.

This was the boy I loved. A little bit messy, a little bit ruined. A beautiful disaster like me.

"Of course you can you don't even need to ask!"

And he loved Me back just as much.

Before I knew it I was pulled back into his arms again. The arms that had grown to feel more like home than I knew home could feel like.

He was my love story.

This was my love story.

We shared this tragic love story.

But we ended together in the end happily after all,

That's the end!! I'm crying myself because I always find it so hard to end a story but I'm happy with the way I left it at. I feel like making any more chapters wasn't what the whole book was based about. I really hope you all enjoyed this book as much as I enjoyed writing it and if your sad it's ended make sure to check out my other books. Thank you all for all the support and PLEASE I BEG OF YOU LEAVE ME A COMMENT ABOUT THE BOOK. what did you think of it? Please it would mean everything to me, okay goodbye <33