Yes, Sir || B.J.A.

-thirty two-

"Billie Joe, please don't make me do this." I let out a sigh. It was nearly three in the morning and I had woken up and have been having a panic attack ever since. 

"I'm not making you do anything Melina, but come on. You can't miss your own graduation. You worked so hard. Plus you're receiving an art award! That's amazing! Why would you want to miss that?" Billie asked exasperated. 

"I don't know. I guess I'm just scared to go back. I haven't been there or kept in touch with the people I promised I would. What if they think I hate them? What if they hate me? I don't want to deal with that" I knew sputtering 'what ifs' at this point was me just being stupid. 

Billie ran a hand over his face and into his hair. He was frustrated and tired. And that only made me more anxious. I should have never woken him up. 

He took a deep breath and exhaled. "Look Mel, I know this isn't you worrying. It's what your anxiety is doing to you. And I don't want you thinking that I am forcing you or guilt tripping you into going to your graduation. You don't want to go? Then please make sure you are one hundred percent sure that it is your heart telling you don't want to go, not your anxiety." 

He was right. We both knew it. I was scared of running into Michael. I was scared of being seen a second too long looking at Billie Joe. I was scared of getting up on the stage to get my diploma that I worked my ass off for. I'm scared of having to go back on stage to accept an art award even though art is my favourite thing and the fact that I get recognition for my creativity. That's all I could dream for. But I also never kept in touch with Mr Way. He even emailed me to see how I was doing. And what did he get in return? Nothing. 

I was broken from my thoughts as I felt Billie Joe move closer to me and wrap his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him. 

"Billie Joe, y-you're right," I tried to calm down. "I'm overreacting. I'll be fine. I deserve this. I... I'm going to go to my graduation." 

Billie smiled at this and kissed me, surprising the hell out of me. When he pulled away, we both laughed. 

"I can't wait to see you all dressed up, accepting your award and diploma. You've earned this babe." his smile grew, making me blush at my stupid panic attack that caused all of this. 

"Thank you Billie, I love you" I smiled.

"And I love you," he kissed me again. "now can we go back to bed?" 

I couldn't help but laugh. "Absolutely." 

. . .

"Billie Joe we passed the mall and you have kept driving straight for like fifteen minutes, where are we going?" I asked.

"We're hitting up an outlet mall that's in the next town over. Is that okay with you babe?" he asked.

"Well seeing as I am stranded in this car with you and I have no idea where I am, yeah I guess that's okay" I smirked at him, making him laugh. 

About twenty minutes later, we had made it to the outlet mall. 

"And here I thought you were taking me to a forest to kill me" I said as we got out of the car. 

"Well if you don't end up giving me your Netflix password, I just might" Billie stated with a little smirk on his face. 

"And to think, I thought you were actually starting to like me" I spoke sarcastically, making him laugh. Billie Joe then took my hand in his and lifted it up to his mouth and kissed it, making me smile.

We found an interesting looking store to say the least. It was fancy and the last place I would ever think of shopping. Ever. 

But alas, I needed a dress. 

Reluctantly, and very slowly, I walked into the store. This seemed to amuse the hell out of Billie Joe. 

"The store isn't going to hurt you babe" he chuckled, making me glare playfully. 

"Let's get this over with" I sighed, making him snort. 

Much to my surprise, I managed to find a dress that I really liked. 

"Are you going to try it on for me?" Billie Joe asked, coming up behind me and nuzzling my neck. 

I felt myself beginning to blush. "Uhm, s-sure" 

He followed me closely to the change rooms area. He stopped in the waiting area and I followed one of the employees to a change room. 

I slipped off my clothes and carefully put the black dress on. I looked in the mirror and couldn't help but smile slightly. I hated dresses, but this one was alright. 

 Was it too simple? Maybe. Was is too revealing? Definitely. Do I care? Hell no.  

I took a deep breath before I opened the change room door to show Billie Joe the dress. 

To say he was surprised, would be an understatement. 

"Holy shit." he basically whispered. 

Feeling bold, I decided to spin around in it. "Do you like it?" 

"Is that a trick question?" he asked. He looked around before he pushed me gently into the change room and closing the door behind him. 

"Billie Joe, what are you doing?!" I gasped. He seriously wouldn't do this in public, would he?

"Oh I think you know exactly what I'm doing." he smirked down at me, pulling me closer to him by my waist. 

Fucking hell. 

. . .

A/N: 

I am so sorry for how long it took me to update this. I just finished my second year of college and exams were crazy, life has been crazy, everything is so damn crazy! But yeah, here's an update cause I missed writing so much. I think I was getting hella sad cause I had no time to write. 

Anyway, I'm gonna try and post another chapter asap cause ya girl leaves for Cuba next week :))

Thanks for reading ya filthy animals!

Rage & Love ~