It Was Only a Kiss

Anyway ... this is dedicated to my shmexy wife Andie who didn't freak out when I said I wanted to make her a main character and because she's my shmexy wife of course.

Summary: I meet Billie Joe. I fall for Billie Joe. I've been told it's better than those 'lyk i met billy jo and we fell in love and then we had lots and lots of shex and i luved me 4eva' fics.
Basically, it's my life for real, including groupies (if you don't understand the 'groupies' thing don't worry) and fanfiction, only I live in Cali and it's two years in the future.

It Started Out With a Kiss
Chapter One: Naked Handstand

It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?

Druscilla tried to slit the envelope open with her nonexistant fingernails, giving up within seconds and just tearing the damn thing open.

Exclusive invitation admitting one only.

A party invitation. Exclusive my ass. Druscilla mused, tossing it onto her dresser. He probably sent them to every student worth getting drunk. But she knew she would go anyway. Free beer and dancing were what she lived for. At least on the days she didn't have morning classes.

Her cell phone rang and Druscilla flipped it open, smiling at the caller ID. "You've reached Druscilla's Cookie Jar. Will it be a Waycest special today or the classic Green Day supreme?"

"You're a freak, Dru." Annelise, affectionately called Andie, said from the other end.

"It's why you love me."

"Of course." Druscilla could hear one of her friend's sisters yelling in the background and the clicking of a video game controller in Andie's hands. "So, what are you up to?" the sixteen year old asked.

"Got a party invitation. So I guess I should be picking out what I'm going to wear but I'm lazy and talking to you is as good an excuse as any." the twenty year old college sophomore answered.

"You going to get lucky?"

Druscilla rolled her eyes at Andie's no-bullshit attitude. "Yup. Because Travis the Dickhead really made me want to do that." Travis the Dickhead was Druscilla's ex-boyfriend. He'd dumped her as soon as they'd had sex, causing the girl to go into a psychotic manic state that was finally settled with a shitload of counseling and no scars, fortunately.

"That was four months ago, Dru. You got to quit beating yourself up over it. I'm not saying you should get married. Just go make out with someone." Andie said.

"Thank you so much for your words of wisdom, little miss high school junior." Druscilla teased, knowing Andie was making a face at her. The girl sat up when she heard a banging on her door and her roomate Suzy pleading for wardrobe help. "Got to go, Andie. Suzy's having a crisis."

"Okay. Bye then. Let me know how it goes."

"Yup. Bye, Andie." Druscilla made a kissing sound into the phone before hanging up, shaking her head with a smile as she opened the door to Suzy's distressed face.

* * *

She was on her sixth shot of vodka, laughing triumphantly as the man across the table from her was showing signs of weakness. "Aw, c'mon baby. I know you can do better than that." she teased, taking another shot and raising her eyebrows.

He shook his head, laying a twenty on the table. "You win."

"Gee, thanks. Come again when you're not being such a pussy."

A man across the room turned to look at the tactless girl who was laughing as another man sat down in front of her, thinking he could drink her under the table.

* * *

Druscilla stirred in her sleep, slowly opening her eyes. "What the fuck?" she muttered. Blue wallpaper, charcoal colored sheets, framed picture next to the door, tie hanging over the edge of the bed. This is definently not my room, she thought, groaning as the headache seemed to hit her from all directions.

Her eyes widened even more, however, when the bedroom door opened a man in sweats entered. "You're up." he said with a smile.

Druscilla pinched herself, then softly hit herself in the face. All to the amusement of the man standing in front of her. "I'm dreaming." she muttered.

"You ever notice how people only think they're dreaming when they're awake and never think of it when they're actually sleeping?" he asked. He sat down on the bed, scrutinzing her slightly. "You really don't remember anything that happened last night?"

"Dude, how the fuck much did I drink?" she asked, throwing herself backward on the bed, suddenly aware that she had no clothes on. Druscilla pulled the blanket tighter around herself. "So, ummm . . . are you . . ." She blushed furiously. "Are you who I think you are?"

He smiled at her. "Nine times out of ten, the answer's yes."

She nodded, swallowing nervously. "So, uh, last night? We . . . did we . . ." She gestured back and forth between them.

"Sleep together?" he supplied.

"Yeah. That." Of course you did, Dru. Why else would you be naked in his bed. "Never mind." she muttered.

"You don't remember a single thing, do you?"

She shook her head. "And trust me, this isn't something I'd up and forget. So where are my clothes?"

He grinned. "You threw them out the window on the way back here. I had to smuggle you into my house underneath my jacket. You're pretty cute when you're wasted, you know that?"

"Gee, thanks." Druscilla said sarcastically. "It's my goal in life, to look cute when I'm wasted."

"The way you were going on last night it sounded like your goal in life was to do a handstand naked."

Druscilla's jaw dropped as the man laughed. "I didn't."

"No." he admitted, laughing. "But you sure as hell tried."

Druscilla buried her head in her hands, face flushing. The blanket fell as soon as she let go and she snatched it back up, blushing even harder even though she knew that he'd seen more than her chest the night before.

"What else did I do?" she managed to ask.

"You tried to call Dominos and order sushi, convince yourself that wearing my shirt was the same as drag. Oh, and you kept calling me Josephine."

She laughed at that one, leaning forward and planting a light kiss on his lips. "Well, you look like a Josephine."

Druscilla was surprised at how calmly she was managing to take the fact that she was naked in a blanket two feet away from Billie Joe Armstrong, whom she had fucked the night before and couldn't remember a damn second of it. "I hope it was good." she said, eyes widening when she realized she had said that out loud.

"What?" he asked, a smile on his face.

She shook her head, blushing again. "N-Nothing."

He leaned forward, slipping his hand under her chin and pressing his lips to hers. His tongue pressed against her mouth until she opened it to him, allowing him to slip inside and taste all of her. Druscilla's fingertips were tingling, which typically only happened when she was on the edge of her climax. Then he pulled away, lowering his mouth to her neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive pale skin.

She slowly brought her arms up around him, fingernails digging into the flesh of his back as the blanket slipped down her chest. His unclothed body pressed against hers as he began sucking on her pulse, marking her flesh with a dark bruise.

Druscilla's breath caught in her throat. "Billie . . ." she murmured, running a hand through his dark locks. "Please?"

---TBC---

I'm combining chapters ... again.