A/N: Sorry about this one, I know it's way short, but I was pissed and didn't know how else to deal with it.

Disclaimer: Really, how I hate this thing.. *sighs* I don't own any of our fabulous four men from Liverpool (yet) or Green Day (who are also fabulous, but not from Liverpool. Kinda brings them back down a notch XD)

"Shuttup! I hate you!" His mouth agape in shock, I slammed the door in his face and locked it.

"Hey! Don't you dare talk to me like that you little bi-"

Soon the beautiful noise of "American Idiot" drowned out his damned hollering.

"You're such a stupid. Effing. Git!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. God, how I needed something to throw at the wall. But with nothing at my disposal, I punched it instead. "Rot in hell!" I collapsed into a mess of tears. Eff that man. There was no way he could possibly be my dad.. mentally of course. I knew he was my genetic father, but to me he was just a paternal figure.

My tears started to slow as Part IV of "Jesus of Suburbia" melted into Part V. Through the blaring music, I almost didn't notice a tapping on my window. Mascara-smeared face and all, I went to investigate. What I saw scared the crap outta me.

"George! Paul!" I gasped, completely taken by suprise. "Wh-what in bloody hell are you doing here!" Numbly, I took of the screen and watched them climb through. I barely realised Paul's arms around me.

"I think the better question is: Why are ye cryin', love?" His eyes softened as he wiped a tear from my cheek.

He and George sat quietly while I poured out all that had happened, from start to finish. George scowled, "What a bloody bastard!"

Paul looked thoughtful. "Ya know, this song fits ya very well."

Listening to the lyrics, I understood what he meant. She's all alone again, Wiping the tears from her eyes. Some days he feels like dying; She get's so sick of crying.. It amazed me how well they got me. I felt like an open book.

Paul grabbed my hands. "Now, what'd ya do this for?"

I tried turning away, but he held me in place. "Don't hurt yerself, Mandy. Please."

I couldn't meet his eyes.

George continued fuming; I never thought I'd see such a reserved guy so... pissed. "He has no right to say those things about you! Stupid git, he dosen't realise what a great girl you are. He's bloody blind!"

To both of our suprise, I hugged him. Tight. "Thank you," I whispered. "Thank both of you. You're both amazing. I don't know what I would have done if you guys hadn't come.." My tears overwhelmed me, making me unable to speak.

Both pairs of arms enveloped me. "It's no problem, love." I couldn't tell which of them said that, but either way, it was comforting to know that someone cared.

A/N: Best way to stop crying (: