Author's Note: Okay. So a very long time ago, before I entered the world of fanfiction, I ran across this quizilla author named psychogreendayfan. She was the author of this brilliant series fondly known as the Cara Saga. Eventually, this author became known to me as Sara, and with her encouragement I began posting my own fanfics. In the midst of planning world domination and squeeee-ing over American Idiot, she wrote me into the 6th installment of the Cara Saga [and later included me in the prequel]. In the course of the 6th part, Waste With Me Into Nothing, Sara mentioned that Billie had met my character [cleverly named Roxie... shocking? Yes.] when they were both teenagers, but had forgotten what he did to her. With Sara's full encouragement, I took that idea and ran with it. It became this story, which I posted on quizilla as a spin-off to her saga. And now I'm posting it here [slightly edited to account for the maturation of my writing style], just because I can.

Chapter Note: This chapter's really, really short. It's just an introduction, coz I seem to be inordinately fond of those. But as I plan on posting these chapters really quickly, hopefully you won't be too mad at me?

Disclaimer: The world that Sara and I created around these characters is not realistic at all. Many of our characters possess magical powers, we completely ignore the rules of physics [our favorite thing to do is kill characters and then bring them back five minutes later], and our world faces the Apocalypse on an almost daily basis. If that's not your cup of tea, you might not like this story.

Disclaimer a deux: I don't own Billie, Mike, or Tre. I don't own Jimmy [he belongs to Green Day] or Anyanka or Cara [they're Sara's] or any other characters I might mention. I do own Roxie and Shanks, and a couple other characters I think. It's just a fanfiction, don't sue me!

Let's play a little game of word association, shall we? I'll list off four names, and you tell me the first few words that come to mind.

Billie Joe Armstrong.

Mike Dirnt.

Tre Cool.

St. Jimmy.

Very likely, your thoughts for Billie Joe were along the lines of "gorgeous, musician, charming, cocky, adorable". When I said Mike, you probably thought of "sane, intelligent, handome, chivalrous, bass". Tre was associated with "insane, hilarious, drummer, One-Nut Wonder, Very Cool". And St. Jimmy brought up words like "bastard, insane, suicidal, American Idiot".

My associations for those names are a little different.

Billie Joe Armstrong= Pothead. Dangerous. Bastard. Enemy.

Mike Dirnt= Coward. Weak. Pathetic.

Tre Cool= Coward. Fades into the background. Useless.

St. Jimmy= Best friend. Protective. Strong. Brother.

I know what you think about St. Jimmy. I've heard it all before. I've heard what you know of his story, and to be honest I find it lacking. You never hear that Jimmy Blake's fall from grace came not from a desire for power (at the start), but from a desire for revenge against those who hurt what was dear to him. You aren't told about the environment that turned Jimmy into what you love to hate. Nobody knows the true, full story of James Eugene O'Connell.

Nobody except me.

I'm the character nobody hears about when the story of St. Jimmy comes up, because nobody knows that it was because of me that Jimmy fell. Nobody knows that the reason Jimmy sought power in the first place was so that he could protect me from Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Tre Cool.

Nobody knows that all Jimmy was trying to do (at first) was defend his little sister.

My name is Roxie O'Connell. And this is the story of my brother and me.

It's not what you're used to. But it's the truth.