Only of You

The morning soon arrived, Billie Joe was knocked out on the floor of the van next to the bed he usually shared with Charlie. Green Day had carried on playing for another hour and half, the crowd were loving their music, buying drinks for the band, they were even sharing joints with them. Whilst Billie Joe, Mike and John were enjoying themselves getting shit faced, Charlie was laid on the bed in the van holding onto Billie's pillow, half of her was angry at him, the other half was really upset because she had only just told him about her drunken father and the things he did to her.

Sitting on the bed, dressed and ready to leave the van for some fresh air, Charlie piled her hair into a messy bun on top of her head whilst looking at her passed out boyfriend. She shook her head at him, a tiny smile appearing on her face, she couldn't help but think he looked cute, his black hair was all over the place as he lay sprawled out topless on the small floor, his face was peaceful as he slept. As her green eyes lingered on him, she couldn't help but think his expression wouldn't be peaceful as soon as she gave him a peace of her mind, the violent fucker.

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An hour had passed, Billie Joe had woken up with the worst hangover ever, his head was pounding, he felt as if John had been playing his drums on his head all night. He stumbled off the floor, using his hands to keep himself from falling over he held onto the van walls and looked up, straight away he noticed Charlie wasn't there. He closed his eyes, his memory coming back to him as he began to recall last nights events, he was that pissed and stoned, he hadn't even given Charlie a second thought. The last thing he remembered was Charlie storming out of the club after he finished fighting with the mohawk dude. He hadn't even bothered to go after her, he just carried on getting out of his face.

"Fuck!" He yelled, slamming his hand against the thin wall, angry at himself.

As if he was a kid with a curfew, Billie quickly grabbed the nearest T-shirt, pulling it over his head and covered his naked torso. He ran out of the van, making John and Mike groan as he disturbed their sleep as he passed them. Billie Joe's head began to pound even more as he stepped out of the van, checking out his surroundings, the sun blinded his eyes, making his hangover feel 10 times worse. The van was parked up on the side of a road near the club they played at last night, he noticed a cafe across the road and immediately clapped his eyes on Charlie sat on one of the outside chairs, she didn't look very happy. Taking a deep sigh, he swallowed back a guilty lump in his throat and began making his way over to her, his head was down as he chewed on his bottom lip, thinking of what to say to her to make things right. She was a feisty girl and he knew a quick 'sorry' wouldn't be enough.

Billie Joe stood in front of Charlie for what seemed like an hour, his hands were shoved in his jeans pockets as she just sat there, lighting up a cigarette, not saying a word to him, she didn't even give him a glance. It was obvious she was angry with him. He felt awkward just standing there so he sat down in the seat that was opposite her, a sorry look was on his face as he watched her smoke her cigarette. She finally turned to look at him, blowing spoke in his direction as she sighed at him in anger.

"What do you want, Billie?"

Surprised she was actually talking, he raised his dark eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak.

"To apologize, I'm so sorry Charlie, what I did last night was so shitty,"

"Shitty doesn't even cut it, you bastard!" She barked at him, standing up out of her chair, throwing the cigarette to the floor and stamping on it in frustration. She turned around from the table and began to walk away from him, she was so angry that she couldn't bare to look at him.

Billie Joe quickly jumped out of his chair, following after her as she walked away from him. He grabbed hold of her shoulders, making her come to a halt and turned her around, forcing her to face him. A frown was locked on her face as she unwillingly looked into his apologetic green eyes with her own hurt eyes.

"Look I don't even have an excuse, yes I drank too much and got in a fight,"

"I had only just told you about what happened to me, Billie, my Dad used to drink like that and he got violent, is that what you're going to do, hurt me?"

Shocked, Billie Joe let go of her shoulder, his mouth open, not knowing what to say to her. The fact that she thought he would even think about laying a finger on her was hurtful.

"How could you say that?" He finally replied to her. "I'm an 18 year old Charlie, of course I'm gonna drink, yes sometimes get in fights, but I would never hurt you, you know that, I love you more than anything in the world,"

Charlie looked at him with a thoughtful frown as he stood in front of her, she knew he loved her and she shouldn't have said that to him. Tears began to fall down her cheeks, she sat down on the path beneath her and just cried. Billie Joe could see how much she had been affected by what her sick perverted bastard of a father had done to her, he wished he could go back in time and stop it from happening. He sat down on the path with her, placing a hand on her knee, she looked at him, her chin quivering as he looked at her with loving, sincere green eyes.

"I'm here for you Charlie,"

"What's the point Billie, I'm just fucked," She said, beginning to feel depressed as she looked to the path, a tear falling to the ground.

"I'm with you, I'm here for you, I love you and don't you ever forget it,"

With that said, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, letting her rest her head against his chest.