{Billy}Unlucky in Love{Martin}

Title: {Billy}Unlucky in Love {Martin}
Author:freakXshowX80
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Summary: Ashka is the best artist in college. When she submits one of her favorite pieces in a contest, she never thought she'd actually win. Her boyfriend of 2 years isn't happy that she's going to be spending her entire senior year away from him and problems between them arise. Can Billy help her save her relationship or will show her that she deserves better than what she's got?
Rating: (Language, sexual tension are the reason I've rated this the way I did.
Pairings: Billy/Ashka, Benji/Wendy,
Feedback: Any feedback is welcome!
Characters: Ashka-25, Wendy-25, Nikki-24, The Used, Good Charlotte, Mest, Simple Plan
Author Notes: This is an on-going fic.
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Ashka, Wendy, and Nikki. The Used, GC, SP, and Mest are all real people. Unfortunately I don't own them. This story is not real, only a figment of my imagination.

Here's your basic info: Your name is Ashka (your friends call you Ash for short);you're approximately 5'1, 135 lbs. You have short, spiky black hair that has neon blue, purple, and silver streaks throughout, you wear contact lenses that make your naturally black eyes look purple. You've got a serious boyfriend, Matt whom you've been dating about 2 years. You have a black and purple dragon on the lower right side of your back. On the upper left side you have Jack and Sally from the Nightmare before Christmas. You have a spider and web on your upper arm, with the web crawling down to your elbow. You're 24, soon to be 25 going to college for art. Your 2 passions are art and music.

Here are your friends.

Wendy: 5'6, auburn red hair; green-grey eyes, and can tell what you're thinking without even trying. She's got an on-again, off-again boyfriend; they're not serious

Nikki: 5'4, grey/blue eyes, blondish-reddish hair, is always up for a party. She's single

The 3 of you go to The Arts College of Dallas. Why? Because I effing said so! Anyways, there's a contest to win a trip with Good Charlotte. The contest is for Seniors only (as it's a 4-year school). Lucky for you, you're all seniors. The prize, going on tour with Good Charlotte is for the entire year, as the contest begins in the 3rd week of school. On top of spending the entire Senior year on tour with Good Charlotte, the winner also got to bring along 2 other people.

Nikki and I were buzzing about the contest. She was sure if I entered, I would win. Yeah right, my art isn't that good. Nonetheless, I entered one of my favorite pieces. It was a moon face that if you looked slightly to the left of it, you'd see Jack Skellington's face and if you looked slightly to the right you'd see Sally's face. If you looked at it straight on you'd only see one face. It looked really wicked and took me a looooooong time to draw out. I had to admit, I was very proud of some of my pieces that one included. As we were walking along to our next class, the professor who's putting on the contest walked up to us.

"Professor Morgan!! How are you today?" Nikki asked smiling brightly

"Ah Nikki! I'm doing well this morning. I came to see is Ashka entered in the contest." Professor Morgan exclaimed beaming at us both

"I sure did Professor. I doubt I'm gonna win though." I replied, being modest as usual. I don't have much faith in myself or my abilities.

"Nonsense. There are going to be 5 judges this Friday. Myself, a Mr. Billy Martin, Professor Ludwig, Professor Chestmeister, and Dean Thomas. You're a shoe-in for this. Don't worry about a thing Ashka." Professor Morgan said, patting me on the back.

Nikki and I walked on, talking about what the Professor told us. That means the contest has been moved up. It was supposed to be judged next week instead of this Friday. And Billy Martin is one of the judges!!! Maybe I will win this afterall! As we walk into the classroom which has been decorated by splashing paint all over the walls, Wendy starts waving us over to her table. Nikki shrugs and I laugh. Wendy is the excitable one in our group.

"Hey, check this out. Good Charlotte are gonna be here this Friday!! Can you believe it! I wonder what for though." She said, sighing. It was a well-known fact she had a thing for Benji.

"Well, they're gonna be here this Friday because Billy is one of the judges and it's being done Friday." Nikki informed our day-dreaming friend

She was about to speak when Professor Chestmeister walked in. She didn't like me much because I wasn't a "prep" and didn't like her style of anything. I avoid her as much as humanly possible. She's having to fill in for Professor Marsh today because he's out with the flu or something. I've always loved painting, but Professor Chestmeister seems to take the fun out of everything.

She had us painting something stupid and I got bored quickly. Since I finished so early, I took out my black sketch book and began to continue on one of my latest pieces. I was doing a full-page piece this time with color. I'm adding the last bit of color to it and then I'll be able to start on the focal-point-design. I'm so into my drawing that I didn't realize class was over. Nikki is tapping on the top of my head until I look up at her and blush.

"Wendy and I cleaned everything up for you. We took our time, not that we really care. Coming with us to get some lunch?" Nikki asks as I put all my stuff away.

"Sure." I reply as we start walking out of the classroom.

"FREAK!" some jock yells at us as we walk to catch up to Wendy.

They only look at the outside and think they know what's on the inside. Like these losers actually have style! I'm lost in my hatred for the people I'm surrounded by, other than Nikki and Wendy. I feel myself instinctively sitting down, as Nikki and I have made it to our "regular" cafe. We come here everyday for lunch during school.

**FFW TO FRIDAY, THE DAY OF THE CONTEST JUDGING**

"Oh My God, I just saw Benji! He's let his hair grow back out again and has it back in those delectable liberty spikes!!" Wendy said as she jumped up and down. I had to laugh gently at her enthusiasm.

"You realize that the judges are judging the art entries right now. Ash needs our support!" Nikki said, trying to calm our hyper-active friend down a bit

I had to admit, I was more than nervous. Good Charlotte had brought along The Used to wander the school while Billy performed his duties as judge. Did Quinn Allman actually just walk past me??? Holy fuck!! I can't believe this. Wendy has now found herself entertaining Chris Wilson and Bert McCracken. Nikki is trying to......I don't know what the girl is trying to do. All I know is it's been 15 minutes since the Dean called all the judges to his office for the contest. I found myself pacing in a line in front of where Bert and Chris were now sitting.

"Ash, it's gonna be ok. You're gonna win! You are, without a doubt, the best artist in this school." Wendy said, finally calming down after seeing Benji.

"So, um, you're entered in the contest huh?" Bert asked, looking at me.

"Yeah, I did this awesome pic of Jack and Sally from Nightmare before Christmas." I said, still pacing, half an hour has passed.

"Billy will automatically pick that one!" Benji said as he walked up to our little group.

Nikki proceeded to explain in depth my picture as I continued pacing. Benji seemed to think it was rather funny how nervous I was. Wendy and Chris were discussing something about drums. 45 minutes have passed. I think I'm having an Asthma attack, I can't breath, my chest feels tight, my heart is starting to race. Oh God, I'm gonna pass out or something.

"Ash, you ok? You're starting to sweat." Wendy says, looking up from her conversation with Chris.

"I....I..." I stutter

"Damn, she's having a panic attack. Here, sit down. Wendy, get some water for her." Nikki instructs.

"I have a bottle of water. Here." Benji says as he hands Nikki his water bottle.

Wendy gently guides me to sit in her spot in between Chris and Bert. I close my eyes and begin to focus on my breathing like Dr. Patterson taught me to. Dr. Patterson is my psychiatrist. He also treats my Bipolar disorder. A few minutes later, with the help of my inhaler and the water Benji so graciously provided, I was feeling better. I looked at my watch. An hour has passed. I looked over to where Nikki was explaining things to Benji and Bert. Great, here comes Billy. The judging is over.

"Hey Benji, Chris. Sup Bert? Who are these lovely ladies??" Billy asked, looking at all of us, but letting his gaze linger on me a few moments.

"I need all contestants who submitted art to come to my office immediately. The judging is finally over and we have a winner. All contestants please proceed to the Dean's office." The Dean said over the loud speaker.

"Oh My God. Oh My God. Oh My God." Was all I said as I looked around at our little group.

I headed to the Dean's office a few moments later, once my brain finally kicked in and started working once more. My hands were shaky as I knocked on the door to his office. There were 15 other students standing in his office, patiently waiting all remaining contestants to arrive. I found a spot in between 2 football players who kept making crude jokes under their breath so the Dean couldn't hear them. Finally the last of the contestants showed up and the Dean began telling everyone what excellent jobs we had done and that he was proud of everyone. My heart sank when he handed the 3rd place prize out. I didn't even make 3rd place! He handed out the 2cd place prize. I was about to leave when he called my name.

"Ashka, congratulations. The judges rated your piece the highest. You and 2 friends get to take the rest of their and travel around with Good Charlotte. Here's a packet with everything you need to know about attending school while you're out on the road. You need to pack your things because the band is leaving again this afternoon. Once again, congratulations." Dean Thomas said, shaking my hand.

I drifted out of his office on cloud 9. I won! I actually won. Wendy and Nikki were gonna be soooooooo stoked about this. When I returned to Nikki and Wendy, the rest of Good Charlotte and The Used were waiting there too. Naturally more of the jocks kept giving me grief. One of them tripped me right as I approached my happy little group. Benji got up and started yelling at them, which freaked them out, cause with his liberty spikes he looks like a hard-core F-R-E-A-K. As luck would have it, I landed straight in Billy's arms.