Stop When The Red Light Flash

A/N: Forgot to mention something: No members of Green Day were married. Not a hater thing to their families, just that the story wouldn't really work if they were. It's also when they were younger, but it was still in 2014 (or whatever year it is when your reading this) and had realesed all the albums and stuff, they were just about 25 or something. Apart from Billie. He's about 30-something. yes, i know its weird and confusing. :D ps: sorry, i haven't updated in forever :(

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I finished fangirling and thanked David another 10 billion times, before picking out an outfit.

Nimrod shoes, Dookie shirt, A Jacket with all the albums going down the sleeves and a pair of grey skinny jeans.

David went for spiked out hair and a 21st Century Breakdown shirt.

I went to my Ipod and plugged it into the speaker and started blasting 'Carpe Diem'.

A few days later, the day had arrived. We got changed and rushed outside.

I got overexited and ran out into the road, not paying any attention to passing traffic.

The road was clear, anyway.

Without warning, someone grabed by arm, pulling me back.

Under a second later, a bus ame speeding by, in no hurry to stop.

I landed on my back and heard a the person talk.

"Are you okay?!" said a familiar voice, definatly not Davids.

I looked up, the face wasn't recognisable ue to the sun, but i could make out a head of shaggy, long-ish, dyed-blonde, hair. Whoever he was, he saved my life.

I sat up and could see the face more clearly now, and gasped.

Michael. Ryan. Pritchard.

Also known as.

Mike. Freaking. Dirnt.

Mike Freaking Dirnt had saved my life.

"Are You Okay?" he asked again.

I nodded.

He could see i was nervous about meeting him.

He stared at my clothes and gave a small smirk.

Holding out his hand, he signalled to take it so he could help me up.

My hand shaking, i took it and pulled myself up.

Standing behind him was two other familiar face.

Billie Joe Armstrong.

And Tre Cool. They both smiled and waved at me.

"Hi!" Tre shouted

I tried not to fangirl.

"What's your name?" Billie Asked.

He moved his blue hair from in front of his eyes.

"Chelsea" i replied, stuttering a little.

"Chelsea" Billie Joe replied.

"So, you heading to the concert round the corner?" Mike asked.

I nodded.

"That's where were headed! I heard the band is awesome. Especailly that good-looking drummer of theirs" Tre said.

He clearly didn't notice the outfit.

"so, your ok? you don't need us to call your parents or anything" Said Billie.

I looked down, sadly.

I felt the side of my face for tears, and realised i was crying.

"What's wrong?" Said Billie, looking into my eyes.

"I don't have any parents. They died when i was little, and i've lived in that orphanage over there ever since." i explained, pointing to the orpahage.

Billie gave me a sympathetic look and looked at the others. They nodded.

The band walked with me, when suddenly, someone pushed me from the back, making me land flat on my face.

"Holy Shit!" Billie shouted.

He looked at a laughing boy, pointing at me.

I looked up.

I knew this boy:

His name was Alan. He bullied from kindergarten to present day. We always went to the same school, and he treated me like shit for being an orphan.

Tre put his hands under my arms and pulled me up, checking me over.

My lip had scratched into the pavement and was bleeding.

Mike handed me some tissues (though godknows where he got them from) and i cleaned up the blood.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Billie shouted at Alan.

Alan just shrugged his shoulders.

Mike went face to face with the little shit.

"If you EVER go near Chelsea again, i swear, you are fucking dead! You got it?!" Mike warned him.

Alan nodded. He actually seemed... Scared?

Alan walked over to his gang who were all laughing at him.

Mike was around the same height as me, so i wrapped my arms round his neck and he returned the hug.

"Thank you" I whispered into his ear.