A\N: Drabbles based on the artwork of Jack666rulez. I don't own Green Day, Jesus of Suburbia or St. Jimmy. You should look her up on DeviantArt, she rocks. :)

[01]

Jaylix bit her bloody, chapped lips. The knife ripped into her skin, allowing blood to purge and drip down over her pale skin. The essence of her mother, all the hate and the pure rage, leaked out of her. Even the image of her face blurred and swirled in her mind's eye, giving her a sense of freedom that left her addicted to the smiling teeth of a razor blade. His face was the only thing that mattered to her now, the only thing that gave her human-like comfort. She wished for him now, wished that he would run his hands along her body, make her heat and breathe and feel alive.

"Jimmy..."she whispered to the silence.

[02]

Jesus of Suburbia smiled his empty, hollow smile as he sat cross-legged on his metal chair. Billy, as he birth certificate read, was a regular fixture in his principal's office. His cold eyes not carrying the smile his lips held as he stared into the wrinkled face of the strict old man.

"Billy, we've had some complaints from your teachers. They say that you've been disrespectful and insubordinate," the headmaster explained, folding his hands and searching the young boy's features for sincerity. He found none.

"Forgive me, Headmaster, but what they say is hardly worth paying attention to. Now if you will be so kind as to excuse me." Billy stood, nodded his head and exited the room. He stuck a cigarette into his mouth and left the school building. He found Jamie sitting on the steps, just as she had promised, wearing a smile that was all but shining.

[03]

St. Jimmy and Jaylix sat on his ragged couch in his fifthly apartment, drinking and smoking and barely dressed. Jay howled with laughter, kicking her legs in mirth and toppling from the couch, spilling her liquor all over the stained carpet.

"Fuck. Jim Jamboree, get me another tumbler! I command you!" She slurred, pointing up at him from the floor, her laugh laced with a night full of drink. She put a cigarette in her mouth, but Jimmy bent low and removed it with his teeth, placing his lips on hers instead.

"Mmm, I like this better," Jaylix purred, flipping him on his back.

[04]

"Shh, shh, you're okay, it's okay, shhh."

JoS stroked her hair, cradling Jamie in his arms as she sobbed. His heart broke with every scream as she remembered the sickening touch of her rapist father. Billy felt the the bruises on his body from every past beating of his own father, wincing.

[05]

"You're sure you want me to do this? You know I don't have a license or anything, right?" Jimmy asked, his tattoo gun poised above her collar bone.

"Since when do I give a flying fuck? Mush!" Jaylix smiled.

[06]

Jamie and Billy lay, sleeping, on his bed. They were naked and tangled together, breathing the same air, a cigarette burning in the ashtray next to the bed. Billy's drawing of her sat on the floor, her naked body outlined in charcoal and shaded with ink. His dark talent was uncanny, and this made her love him even more.