In the solitude of night he stands amidst the lore of an old town writing a letter to a long lost love, remembering a year of misspent youth and past mistakes. 

*Please note this is a repost of a story that was on here. It's been changed dramatically so please disregard any preconceived notions based on the original fic.*

Seventeen year olds, Billie Joe Armstrong and Michael Ryan Pritchard are two normal teens growing up in suburbia. They weren't looking for any trouble, but trouble found them. Now their fate hangs on the terms of a plea bargain, but when they find out Hopewell Institution isn't the Get Out Jail Free card they hoped for the boys turn to an unlikely resident for help. Determined to learn the secrets behind their adolescent rehabilitation program they find themselves in more danger than they bargained for.

The lights in Madison Square Garden go out, and the party backstage is about to begin, but for who? Billie finds himself as a player in a game of catch twenty two, and the boys are in for the ride when his old flame comes back to seemingly reek havoc on their lives, only this time she might be trying to save them from a shady figure with a twisted motive.

Yes, I changed the title like the last one ... what can I say? I'm indecisive.

Twas two nights before Christmas and the boys get a silly idea. Inspired by a parody of Winter Wonderland by Bob Rivers.