"I can't accept that." I shook my head to put more emphasis on that marvelous conclusion of mine. Billie seemed baffled, almost like he had been smacked in the face for a second before returning to his previous pleading gaze.

"Please? It's really the least I could do." What was I supposed to say to that?

"But... what about Cas and Missy? I couldn't just leave them--"

"We can take them with us!" He interrupted, completely shooting down the first thing that came to mind to get me out of this situation.

"Well..." I paused for a moment, trying to think of some sort of complication that would cause me to once again deny is request. "It's going to cost a lot of money and--"

"We'll pay for it all. You don't have to worry about that." He pressed on, apparently not giving up any time soon. Did he really want me to come along with him on his tour? His world tour? To me, it seemed as though my friends and I would be nothing but trouble.

"Billie, I can't let you do this." I spoke after a moment of considering Billie's sanity with the thought of bringing three girls along with him on his tour that he barely knew. We could be groupies and he wouldn't even know it--even though we aren't, but it was still an open possibility to them.

"Why not, Hanna? You deserve this; you saved my life for Christ's sake!"

"Billie, I saved you from a flying table." I blandly stated.

"Well then you saved me from a seriously fucked up head injury." Noticing my laugh, he quirked an eyebrow with a gentle smile. "So, what do you say?" I sighed deeply. What was I supposed to say... 'Sure, I don't mind taking advantage of your guilt for not paying me back! Let's hit the road and piss the teenage female fans off!'? That wasn't exactly what I had in mind. It was a one in a lifetime chance to get to tour with one of my favorite bands, but I didn't want them to think I was a crazed fanatic of theirs that only wanted to get in their pants, even though one out of the three was already married.

For some reason, I really wanted to say no, but Billie's eyes twinkled in a sort of eager way, almost as if he was figuratively begging on his hands and knees for me to come. And who could resist that look?

"Alright." I said, causing Billie's breathing to catch in his throat. He coughed himself back to a regular breathing rate before saying,

"Really?" His eyes seemed to brighten slightly. I nodded with a slender smile.

"Really." I couldn't believe I was doing this. What would Cas think? She wouldn't want to leave her father. And Missy? This wasn't exactly in her area of 'fun', considering she's more of a Panic! At the Disco fan than a Green Day fan. Not that I disliked Panic! or anything, but I'm just trying to make a point here.

Billie and I drove back to the shop in dead silence (Me: Bah, have you seen that movie?? Omg. Seriously.). I wasn't quite sure it was because of our lack of things to say, or because Billie was too excited that I was tagging along that he couldn't even speak, or if it was just because talking to each other while in a car on the highway was now illegal. But to me, it was definitely an uncomfortable silence. A little too thick, if you ask me.

Once we arrived back, surprisingly enough, more people had shown up. What is this? It's like they've never seen the aftermath of a tornado before! This was Nebraska... tornado's were usually expected. I just wanted to smack all of them upside their heads.

I jumped out of the car and made my search for my two best friends. I knew they had to be back there by now, considering how long I was gone.

"Come with me," I told Billie as I crossed the street. "You need to meet Cas and Missy." Billie nodded and walked with me to the shop where News cameras began focusing their attention on us, mainly on Billie. I sighed, not really wanting to deal with them at the moment, but immediately realized I would have to since they made a beeline for us.

Suddenly, at least ten cameras were surrounding us, followed by News reporters stuffing their microphones into our faces. There was absolutely no way we could get away from them. They were like flees on a dog.

"Mr. Armstrong, who's this lovely young lady here with you?"

"Were you here when the shop collapsed?"

"Were you involved in that horrific storm, Mr. Armstrong?"

"What's your name, Miss?"

"Where did the two of you run off to?"

"Any news you'd like to report on your new album, Mr. Armstrong? What about your tour?"

Damn them!

Cameras began snapping and many small red lights were enclosing us from the recording camcorders and large video cameras. I blinked furiously, nearly loosing sight at the amount of flashes that were constantly going off around us. This was too much for me. If this was what it was like being with Billie, then I sure as hell didn't want to go with him on a tour. It'd be like hell with pesticides that you can't get rid of. Unless hell already has pesticides... I wouldn't really know, I've never actually been there before...

I felt Billie grab my hand and pulled me close to him before shoving his way through the multiple rambling reporters that didn't seem to be able to get enough of him. Apparently there was a way out. Violence. I'll have to write that down.

When we finally managed to get away from them, we leaned up against a wall. We hadn't exactly been running for our lives, but we basically had to jog so they would give up and go piss someone else off. Just the thought of it all was ironic. And the fact that I actually had to run away from the news? That surely was a first. And I was with Billie Joe Armstrong, of all people after being offered to go on tour with him and accepting his request. Honestly, if someone had told me yesterday that the shop would be torn to pieces, my home would be sucked into a storm and I would be going on tour with Green Day the following morning, I would've laughed in their face.

And as soon as I let all of what had happened that day finally sink in, I laughed. I just laughed. I didn't know why I was laughing, but the day's events were definitely something to laugh about. My home was destroyed; I didn't have anywhere to live. I no longer had a job since it bit the dust only hours prior to then... and now I had to run away from the media. I think half of it was the fact that if I laughed, I kept myself from crying. I was frustrated, miserable, yet thrilled, all at once. And laughing seemed to be the only logical thing to do at the moment. Laughing was the only thing I could clearly comprehend.

Billie raised his eyebrows at me, as if considering my sanity for a moment, before he joined in and laughed along with me. Why he was laughing, I had no clue. But it sure was funny, whatever it was. I actually had to grip my stomach because I was laughing so hard. I was actually hurting myself from laughing! Tears were falling down my cheeks--my cheeks were actually a faint shade of red as well--from all the laughter. Billie seemed to be in the same predicament as well.

A few minutes (yes, actual minutes) later, I lastly calmed myself, letting out one more soft chuckle before stopping completely. Billie looked over at me, his eyes glistening from watering after that laughing spree of ours. I gave him a lopsided smile, in which he gladly returned. I really wanted to go with him... I didn't care if the media would be chasing us with maces and other random sharp objects the entire time... I really did want to go with him. What did I have to loose anyways? Nothing. I already lost everything I had.

Little did I know that loosing everything I had would lead to me gaining so much more in the end.

I sighed happily, my momentary losses of sanity finally relieved.

"Hey, Bill!" I heard someone shout excitedly from my right. I turned to come face to face with Tre Cool, the all holy drummer of Green Day. I gaped for a moment, supposing that my girlish instincts were to come into play right about now at the sight of another celebrity. Prior to this moment, when I had met Billie, it was less shocking... only because the reality of a tornado ripping apart the building I was cowering in had overpowered the fact that a rock star was sitting only five feet away from me underneath the tables. But now... wow. (Me: Haha, that rhymed. I'm a poet and didn't know it. I can make a rhyme anytime. Okay, that was redundant... on with the story! You: *rolls eyes*)

"Hey, Tre." (Me: Geez, I'm just rhyming all over the place today aren't I?) Billie said somewhat mildly. Apparently, his previous idyllic mood had faded away as quickly as it came as well. Tre, however, didn't bother acknowledging the tone Billie had used, and instead directed his attention to me. He grinned at me in a very cute way before reverting his gaze downward. He raised an eyebrow, his grin only expanding. I as well raised an eyebrow and followed where he was looking. I noticed that he was staring at my left hand that was still firmly intertwined in Billie's right one. I blushed furiously and quickly let go. Billie seemed shocked, like he had just realized we were still holding hands like I did.

Tre brushed the previous moment aside and stuck out his hand for me to shake. I took it in mine and smiled.

"The name's Cool. Tre Cool. And you would be, darling?"

I laughed and replied, "HannaBeth. Just call me Hanna." Tre's grin grew once again and he threw his arm around my shoulders.

"Well then, Hanna, get ready for a long, fun-filled nine months!" He said dramatically. "Because you're going to be touring with the one... the only... Green Day! Dun dun dun." I laughed again at how serious he actually sounded. I had no idea he was this much of a dork. These next few months were definitely going to be interesting, that's for sure.

"We should find Mike." Billie commented airily. "Where's Mike?" He asked Tre. Tre shrugged and continued to hug me close to him. It felt very awkward to be in such a close position with him, but I didn't dare question. This was Tre Cool, after all.

"Oh, wait!" Tre gasped. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. Maybe he was dropped on his head as a child. Multiple times. "Isn't that him waaay over there with that tall chick with pink hair? Which, by the way, I want." He asked, also commenting on her hair and explaining that he wouldn't mind stealing it in her sleep. And it was just then that I noticed they were talking about Cas. Billie grabbed my hand and pulled me out of Tre's embrace and led me over to the two, who seemed to chatting animatedly about something apparently very interesting. I could just see Cas taking off Mike's clothes with her eyes with the way she was staring at him. I could nearly see the drool falling from her mouth. I suppressed the strong urge to laugh. And if I didn't know any better, I'd say Mike was in the same situation. I could easily see where their 'relationship' was headed.

"Mike," said Billie, getting the bassist's attention. And once Mike's awareness was fully on Billie, he gestured towards him. "Hanna, this is Mike Dirnt." He told me, as if I had no clue who he was in the first place. I nodded and smiled. Mike shook my hand like Tre had done--but left out the hugging this time--and motioned towards Cas.

"And this is Cas." Mike introduced her. Cas gawked at Billie and Tre before pulling me at her side, tearing my hand out of Billie's.

"This is my best friend, Hanna." Cas said proudly, smiling ecstatically at the three men before her. I glared, pulling my arm out of her grasp, completely ignoring her introduction of me.

"What is with everyone yanking me around today?" I asked with a huff, frowning at the red mark forming on my arm. Tre shrugged.

"You're fun to be yanked." He explaining calmly, completely aware of how he had worded that conclusion until moments afterwards where his face broke out into a huge grin, actually proud of himself for how he had worded that. Billie snickered along with Mike at their drummer before I sighed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a large bus come driving down the road, stopping right next to the empty lot beside us that, need I remind you, wasn't an empty lot just a few simple hours ago. The three rock stars reverted their gazes to the bus and all smiled at once. Wow, coincidence. Missy came running up to us just seconds later, smiling at Mike and Cas before staring wide eyed at the rest of us.

"Well, I see you've all met." She said, gulping the sight of the two gentlemen she hadn't been property introduced to before. They looked over at her and I jabbed my thumb in her direction.

"Apparently so have you," I said, referring to her and Mike, who also smiled at her and nodded in acknowledgment. "Boys, this is Missy. Missy, Billie Joe Armstrong and Tre Cool." They exchanged their own versions of 'hello' before Tre began skipping towards the bus.

"And this here is our lovely tour bus! Be jealous, embrace it, fear it." Somehow, he managed to skip up the steps of the bus and got inside the bus first before toppling over. And after hearing a loud thud, I figured he must've tripped over something. Or landed on something hard. It goes both ways, really. Everyone eagerly sped into the bus--mainly Missy and Cas--while I stayed behind, looking up at the large vehicle. And a thought occurred to me: that was going to be my new home. My new home for the next nine months. A home on the road with Green Day. It was such an overwhelming feeling that I couldn't find myself to move.

I felt someone place their hand on the small of my back and I turned to see Billie smiling at me.

"Things only get better from here, Hanna." He said; his mouth dangerously close to my ear. I could nearly feel the vibrations of his voice race down my spine, causing the hairs to stand up on my neck with the strange feelings he was giving me. I returned the smile slightly and with a gentle push, Billie guided me onto the bus.