Lee's pov:

My mind was racing, even if we were in a different timeline, I murdered tons.

I mean, that's war, but-

I never wanted a war.

It happened.

America versus... That guy.

I killed him, and America.

My heart pounded, I should be in jail.

Billie looked over at me, my brain racing at everything I just did.

It's in- the past? Future? I don't know..

Billie saw me having an inner head attack, and he sat next to me on my bed.

He put his head on my shoulder, and wrapped his arms around my torso.

He brought me closer to him.

"Baby, everything will be alright," his voice was soft. He was caring. He is caring.

I mean, I knew that but, in this type of situation, I expected a full blown all attack or something.

"But I killed a hundred people." My voice was shakey.

"That- That was war, and war never changes." He said as he covered my face in kisses.

"But what does that have to-" I was cut off with Billie kissing my lips.

I blushed and he smiled.

"Don't ask the questions I don't know the answer to," he laughed as we pulled apart.

I looked down at my hands. The same ones that threw the heart- HEART GRENADES?

American Idiot? "Don't ask me why they were heart grenades," Billie shrugged.

I suddenly pulled away from Billie, feeling not deserved of him and curled up into a ball on my bed.

"Babe?" Billie asked.

"I don't deserve you." I said, my tears welling up.

"You so deserve me! I'm the one that doesn't deserve you," he said, flashbacks to his anger outbursts, flooding into his mind.

I sat up.

I got up off the bed, and went to go "leave"

"Where you going?" He asked.

"Christie Road." I lied.

I left the room, leaving him there.

After a few minutes, I ran in and jumped on him, tickling him.

He laughed, we were having a good time now.

Mike and Tré, their hands together, came up to my room as Billie and I had an all out tickle attack against eachother.

"Uhm.." Mike started.

"Wanna go eat dinner?" Tré asked, laughing way too much, his voice in that accent you could say, where it was interesting in a good way.

Billie grabbed me, our lips colliding.

"We'll make it a double date then," Mike giggled as Billie picked me up and we went on a walk to dinner.