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Fri, Dec. 3rd, 2004, 09:18 am

I'm new... take'n a swing at it

Title: I can make you perfect....
Band/Artist: Billy Joe(greenday)/ Billy (good Charlotte)
Pairing:Billy Joe/ Billy Martan
Summary: He's the best at what he does. He's got a lot to hide behind his sparkling eyes and mischievous grin and hes got his eye on a skinny little punk kid just making it big. Billy Joe can teach Billy the ropes... or he could find a better use for them...

His eyes scanned the room with dull interest. This is fucking boring, he thinks to himself. Tre' walks past him and he playfully kicks him in the calf as he passes. He lookes at Billy with a smirk and mutters, "bastard," before continuing his journey, probably for another beer. He wanted to leave, but he had an obligation. What the fuck did he care? He'd been with his record company for how long now? Don't they understand that he does what ever the fuck he wants? fuck... they do this every fucking year. Hold a little fake, over-decorated picnic to introduce new bands and mingle clients and whatever else it is those hollywood hunger types do. Hes head hurts. He sees a few other bands, sat and smoked a joint with Lars from Rancid about an hour ago but no one got his attention. He was board, he wanted something new. He'd already been there for three hours, how much longer was required of him? Didn't he tell Jake he didn't want to come? Oh yeah, and jake said do it or lose a contract... Fucker. His high had come down, that was probably why his head hurt. How could he get out of this? Get one of the boys to start a fight with him? Prank Jake and get him so pissed he throws them out? Forget about getting out, find Jake's smoke'n wife and fuck her in the ass while Jake kisses the ass of all the new bands? He smirked and lowered his head, trying to hide the smile on his face. He pulled a tooth pick and stuck it between his teeth and looked up. As doing so, his eyes fell on a skinny punk kid standing next to a bigger one, holding limonaid. He watched with mild interest as the other kid told a story. The skinny kid sat and listened with an almost sad expression on his face to the other;s story.
Pretty kid, he thought to himself, only half joking. The kid's hair was blonde and kind of shaggy. His lip seemed to be pireced. There was really nothing to incredibly attractive about him, but he seemed so sad... so innocent... so...breakable. He shivered slightly. The corner of his mouth rose into a half grin when he realized just how much fun that would be. A fuck buddy would work right now. He's never had a male fuck buddy. Hes had boyfriends and female fuck buddies, but this could be a new expirence he didn't want to pass on. For a brief second he concidered that maybe this kid wasn't gay. Maybe he didn't even want to be kissed by another boy, non-the-less being fucked up the ass by one. Then he remembered, oh yeah,...he doesn't care

Fri, Dec. 3rd, 2004 11:21 pm (UTC)

Very nice but it was a bit hard to read because it was one huge text, sorry for being critical of that its just i tend to read backwards and stuff when its written in one big big.
But I trully enjoyed it, keep up the good work.

Sun, Dec. 5th, 2004 01:46 pm (UTC)

"then he remembered, oh yeah... he doesnt care."

heh. nice. [thumbs up]

Sun, Feb. 19th, 2006 03:46 pm (UTC)

I like it, really good! More, yeah?