"Uhm, hello?" He waved his hand infront of James' and I's face.

"Hi, hey, hello!" My voice was shakey as I stood up.

He took one good look at me, and looked at James.

He pointed his thumb towards me, while asking James, "What's up with this guy?"

"He's a bit-"

I hugged Billie.

"He's just really into Green Day, y'know?" James finished.

Billie didn't say anything as he embraced the hug.

His arms wrapped around me, I felt safe.

Not as safe as when James hugged me, but really close.

"It's gonna be awhile, it seems he feels safe," James warned Billie.

"I don't care," Billie's voice was soft. "About it being awhile."

Hugging a 53 year old, may be weird to some, but when it's your favourite person (not including family and boyfriends (boyfriend is family)), I don't really care all too much.

Soon, about five minutes, we break apart.

His smile is sweet.. hot even..

I mean, of course he's hot, have you not seen him? The 90's was when he was the hottest.

I want that Billie. To kiss.

SHIT, NO I HAVE A FUCKING BOYFRIEND!

I smile sweetly at my idol.

"Gonna say anything, babe?" Billie asked.

"WHAT?" I was just called babe by Billie Joe Armstrong. Guys I need to tell everyone this... Wait, no then people will think he's a pedophile. Shit.

"Oh, uh sorry, I uhm..." Billie looked away.

"Dude, no worries. You just made his day," James butts in.

"Yeah, well that doesn't help with all the rumors of me being a pedophile..."

"Hunny," I grab his face. "I know damn well you ain't a pedophile."

Being this close to his face makes me wanna just kiss his rough, soft lips. No, I can't. Talk about too old for me. Yet he's so... STOP IT BRAIN.

"Well, when your face is this close to mine, people will think I am," Billie points out.

"Just, just one kiss?" I mutter, needing his lips to collide with mine.

"Uhm-"

I cut him off by kissing him. He kisses back, and I do a silent moan.

He's such a good... Good kisser... Now I want the 90's version of him more than ever...

I break the kiss, and James jumps up.

"Since we're doing kisses, can I have a kiss?" James pouts.

"Well, uh-" James cuts Billie off with a kiss.

I nod my head, James deserves this. It is his birthday after all.

"Hey! Put your hands up in the air!" Police break in, speaking English. I'm surprised.

James and Billie pull apart, and quickly put their arms in the air.

"The fuck is this bullshit? We don't allow pedophiles in here," I policeman poked Billie with his gun.

"Sorry, I'm not a pedophile, they started the kiss," Billie tries to save himself.

"Yet you kissed back," the policeman pointed out.

Billie became silent.

"Well, I'm here to say he's not a goddamn pedophile. He's a motherfucking nice man, a man that deserves to not go to jail. Sure he's kissed a few minors, but that was for the bit. You could say. He would never fuck a minor. He would never want to be with a minor. He's just a band member that gives his fans what they want, of course having a boundary. Like, no sex, nothin', of something else, I don't know exactly his boundaries, but what I do know is that if a fan wants to fuck him, he simply won't. He's happily married with two kids that are musicians!" I scream, rambling.

I need to defend him.

"Kissing a minor is still a pedophile!"

"All I have to say now is, he goes to jail, I'm dead. James-"

"And I'm dead," James interrupts me.

"You would kill yourself for this man?" The policeman looked skeptical.

"Yes, because he's-"

"Ok, well, no fucking minors," the policeman pokes Billie with his gun, again. "You're free to go."

The police leave.

"Thanks, James and- uh, what's your name?" Billie thanks.

"I'm Lee. The trans bisexual that live Green Day more than the uhm... Uhhhh. Well... Everything (except James of course)" I offer my hand for a handshake.

Billie accepts. "Thank you so, so much!"

"Of course, and I know damn well you ain't a pedophile. Now, we gotta get going, babe," I smile at Billie, making sure he knew the babe was to him.

"Well, I came by to ask you one simple question. Would you care to go to our concert?" Billie gives us tickets to one of their concerts.

"Of course, I just can't go to the concert in this book we're in- oh, wait, sorry we're not in a book. Why do I always think that?" I look down.

"See you two there! See ya!" Billie waves off.

"Well, this was a great birthday. Can we go back to the hotel now? I'm tired. Maybe tomorrow we can go to like an amusement if there's even one here." James walks off, talking.

"Yeah, sure I'm tired too." I grab our creations, that actually are finished, I'm surprised.

"We won't mention him again in this book, right? Like mention seeing him, of course we're gonna talk about hi- wait, we're not in a book. FUCK! Why do we all think that we're in a book?" James rambles as we arrive at the hotel.

"Right, baby." I answer.