2 Singers, A Songwriter, & a Cute Little Gay Boy
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Green Day
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,466
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
2 Singers, A Songwriter, & a Cute Little Gay Boy
First off, I'm not quite sure yet in which direction this story will go. I'm sure it will include descriptive sex, but for now there isn't any. Watch for a rating change. I'm 99.9% sure it will happen.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance or Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day. They are both powers unto themselves. I just torture them.
A/N: In my story Billie Joe doesn't have a wife or kids...I know he does in real life, but I don't want to mess with that...hope they're happy, let me fuck with my story.
Oh, and Billie doesn't appear until the next chapter.
2 Singers, A Songwriter, & A Cute Little Gay Boy
Introduction: Cliche Beginnings
Druscilla Ryan was It. Nowadays you got no higher than her. A songwriter,a poet, a novelists, a fashion designer...but above all: A CELEBRITY.
Druscilla was fame. She lived for it, cried for it, burned for it. She needed the limelight just as it needed her. Please God, she prayed every night, although she wasn't a Christian, make me into a Marilyn. Then, as an afterthought. Without the whole assasination thing, please.
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Druscilla Ryan ran in large circles. She loved parties, the award shows, the dressing up. She loved the flirting, the feeling of all eyes on her.
But you mustn't think Druscilla was stuck up, far from it. She just loved to feel beautiful, like most girls do. She had a boyfriend, anyway. He didn't like the parties much, so Druscilla would go with her best friend Chris and his boyfriend, Gerard--who happened to be Druscilla's ex.
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But, minds to the present.
Druscilla was getting dressed when her boyfriend, Jared, wrapped his arms around her waist. "Not now, doll." Druscilla protested. "I just did my make up."
"Need to ask you a question." he whispered, nipping at her neck. "Move in with me."
"I didn't hear a question." Druscilla replied hotly.
"Damn English major. Will you move in with me?" Jared asked.
Druscilla pulled away and opened her closet door. "No."
"Because of Chris, right?" Jared asked angrily, closing his hand around her wrist. "He's twenty-five, you know. Big boy; he can take care of himself."
Druscilla snorted. "Right. Can I have my wrist back, Jared. I need to look for a dress."
"We're over." he snarled, releasing her.
"Thank God." Druscilla snapped back. "I thought I was going to kill myself with all the masturbating. You were terrible in bed."
He left in a rage, probably to go find a woman who would take back the statement Druscilla had just made.
"Chris! Gerard!" She only yelle the second name because Chris would bring him anyway, dragging the lead singer of the gothic band by the hand like a rag doll. Sure enough, the pair of them came traipsing through the door, both in partial states of undress.
"Boys. . ." she scolded teasingly. "You're supposed to be putting clothes on, not taking them off. But, anyway. . . problem. My look has now gone from Showing-Skin-But-I-Have-A-Man to Needs-A-Boyfriend."
Gerard and Chris didn't even comment on the break up. Druscilla's boyfriends were mostly just for sex anyway. Chris started leafing through her closet. "Are you thinking Put-Out-On-The-First-Date or Put-Out-On-The-Second?"
"You make me sound like a slut." Druscilla whined.
"Nah." Gerard kissed her cheek. "You're always dating the ones you screw."
"Nuts and bolts." Chris said automatically.
"Wrench and hammer." Druscilla finished, tiredly. "No lace, either, Chris. If you're so into it, wear it yourself."
"Don't." Gerard said.
"I won't." Chris replied, sticking his tongue out at his best friend.
Druscilla sighed.
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Let's preview Chapter One.
"I wasn't aware I was trying to make your book, Billie Joe."
Disclaimer: I do not own Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance or Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day. They are both powers unto themselves. I just torture them.
A/N: In my story Billie Joe doesn't have a wife or kids...I know he does in real life, but I don't want to mess with that...hope they're happy, let me fuck with my story.
Oh, and Billie doesn't appear until the next chapter.
2 Singers, A Songwriter, & A Cute Little Gay Boy
Introduction: Cliche Beginnings
Druscilla Ryan was It. Nowadays you got no higher than her. A songwriter,a poet, a novelists, a fashion designer...but above all: A CELEBRITY.
Druscilla was fame. She lived for it, cried for it, burned for it. She needed the limelight just as it needed her. Please God, she prayed every night, although she wasn't a Christian, make me into a Marilyn. Then, as an afterthought. Without the whole assasination thing, please.
---
Druscilla Ryan ran in large circles. She loved parties, the award shows, the dressing up. She loved the flirting, the feeling of all eyes on her.
But you mustn't think Druscilla was stuck up, far from it. She just loved to feel beautiful, like most girls do. She had a boyfriend, anyway. He didn't like the parties much, so Druscilla would go with her best friend Chris and his boyfriend, Gerard--who happened to be Druscilla's ex.
---
But, minds to the present.
Druscilla was getting dressed when her boyfriend, Jared, wrapped his arms around her waist. "Not now, doll." Druscilla protested. "I just did my make up."
"Need to ask you a question." he whispered, nipping at her neck. "Move in with me."
"I didn't hear a question." Druscilla replied hotly.
"Damn English major. Will you move in with me?" Jared asked.
Druscilla pulled away and opened her closet door. "No."
"Because of Chris, right?" Jared asked angrily, closing his hand around her wrist. "He's twenty-five, you know. Big boy; he can take care of himself."
Druscilla snorted. "Right. Can I have my wrist back, Jared. I need to look for a dress."
"We're over." he snarled, releasing her.
"Thank God." Druscilla snapped back. "I thought I was going to kill myself with all the masturbating. You were terrible in bed."
He left in a rage, probably to go find a woman who would take back the statement Druscilla had just made.
"Chris! Gerard!" She only yelle the second name because Chris would bring him anyway, dragging the lead singer of the gothic band by the hand like a rag doll. Sure enough, the pair of them came traipsing through the door, both in partial states of undress.
"Boys. . ." she scolded teasingly. "You're supposed to be putting clothes on, not taking them off. But, anyway. . . problem. My look has now gone from Showing-Skin-But-I-Have-A-Man to Needs-A-Boyfriend."
Gerard and Chris didn't even comment on the break up. Druscilla's boyfriends were mostly just for sex anyway. Chris started leafing through her closet. "Are you thinking Put-Out-On-The-First-Date or Put-Out-On-The-Second?"
"You make me sound like a slut." Druscilla whined.
"Nah." Gerard kissed her cheek. "You're always dating the ones you screw."
"Nuts and bolts." Chris said automatically.
"Wrench and hammer." Druscilla finished, tiredly. "No lace, either, Chris. If you're so into it, wear it yourself."
"Don't." Gerard said.
"I won't." Chris replied, sticking his tongue out at his best friend.
Druscilla sighed.
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Let's preview Chapter One.
"I wasn't aware I was trying to make your book, Billie Joe."