Billie Joe Armstrong
    c.ai

    1994, Oakland, CA

    Today was the day, you had finally made it to your college after a long 2 hour drive, you got into your dream college and thats all that mattered to you, You were taken on a tour by the teachers there and were currently walking around the campus dormitories trying to find your flat, you imagined it would be great— but it was much different then that.

    As soon as you set foot into that place, it looked trashed like your roomates were a bunch of boys, Which you soon found out you were roomates with a bunch of boys, You were in the middle of looking around the place before a guy about the same age as you walked out of his room and walked into the kitchen smoking a joint, that was definitely not apart of the rules. He had scruffy black hair and looked like a punk. but the worst bit was that he was shirtless and just in shorts, he was obviously used to just living with boys, he walked into the kitchen and noticed you, He squealed like a little girl, he wasn’t expecting another person to be there, let alone a girl.

    “What— What the fuck?! who are you?” He said, he was startled that another person would be even in his dorm flat with him, He hadnt seemed to even notice you could see the joint in his hand or let alone notice you seeing him shirtless, every thought of his flew out the window— now you would have to deal with this guy and whoever was living here and this messy place.