So this is late, but an American Idiot muse has hit me, head on. This is a Will/Whatsername little one-shot for the Invisible Girl.

Reviews are quite nice, especially since, now that my muse is back, I'll be writing more for all of you! Will/Johnny is next, then Tunny/Extraordinary Girl. Any requests? Lemme know.

I love you all

Title: Crush

Rating: T for Language, drugs and sexual themes

Characters: Will, Tunny, The Extraordinary Girl, Heather, Johnny and Whatsername

Pairings: Will/Whatsername, Heather/Johnny and minor Tunny/The Extraordinary Girl

He has a crush. How typically juvenile, how incredibly stupid, how deserving of mockery? He's still half drunk from the night before, when he walks down the stairs of the house that Tunny's girl insisted that they all share. All of them. Tunny, his girl, Johnny, Will and Heather. Something about strengthening old bonds. Will grumbles something less than kind about her philosophy as he walks past one of the bedrooms.

Tunny must hear him because a string of profanities leave his friends mouth and Will picks up a heavy looking boot from the doorway of Tunny's room and chucks it at his half awake friend.

How the hell is Will up at six in the fucking morning? Probably because he passed out about noon yesterday. Johnny and Heather haven't been the least bit discrete since they hooked up, and now, most days Will can deal, but not yesterday. Not after she walked away from him.

Fuck Johnny. Fuck Heather.

Will remembers vividly, walking in to Johnny's room to ask his friend if he wanted to hit up a bar, and Will doesn't knock, because in the twenty something years he's been best friends with Johnny, he's never knocked. So what if he walks in on Johnny jerking off? It wouldn't be the first time. So what if his friend isn't there? He'll sit on the bed and mope until he returns. Everything is familiar with Will and Johnny, that's the thing with being best friends for so long. But this…he'd never have expected this. Walking into Johnny's room and realizing that his ex is down on her knees and Johnny's moaning and whining and has his hand buried in that perfect, blonde hair. Will gawked for a minute before saying "fuck" and slamming the door. And what was Johnny's epic response? He shrugged and said "sorry man, shit happens." At least Heather sounded sincere in her apology.

A crush. On her, of all people. No, not Heather, not Heather ever again. Will twitches with anticipation as he pulls on the dirty, dark red sneakers. How fucked up is this? While Johnny's fucking Heather, Will's got his mind on someone that Johnny might kill him for wanting. Whatever, it'd serve him right. And if anything ever were to happen, Will would just shrug and say "sorry man, shit happens."

Yeah, right, like she would ever hook up with him. She's too cool for him anyway.

He met her at that bar he was gonna hit up with Johnny, and honestly, he realized it was her right there and then, and that didn't stop him from talking to her. He was a shitty friend. So was Johnny. Maybe Tunny too. They're all douche bags, Will thinks.

Anyhow, she talks to him and she ends up buying him a drink and Will gives her a timid smile and she beams back, bright and unabashed and beautiful. How could Johnny not have fallen for her while he was in the city? How could anyone not have fallen for her?

Johnny's ex. The chick he moped over for months, the one he claimed he was in love with but ended up screwing over. The one who left him after he was a jackass. He called her "Whatsername", and yeah, Will knew her name now, but that didn't mean he was going to tell Johnny what it was. He wouldn't tell Johnny anything about his time with her.

She tells him she came to Jingletown after this ass dumped her in the city and well…Will just nods and agrees and tells her that the guy really must have been an ass, he's probably the biggest piece of shit in the world and…fuck Will, really is an awful friend. If he were religious at all, he'd think there's a special place in hell for him.

He tells her that he's a rehabilitated asshole, comes forward and explains the whole Heather situation to her, about the kid and about him being too drunk to pay attention to his girl and then realizing he was wrong. He tells her that Heather came back with a rock star, then dumped him to be with his best friend (who's name he does not mention), because she just pulls that honesty right out of him…

It's too bad that sort of honesty isn't what she wants to hear. They've met up every day that week, and now, all of a sudden, she's stopped returning his calls.

He's a bastard, he's going to die alone.

He moans and whines and gets drunk all day, and today, he'd be doing the same, but she let it slip that she works at this restaurant and he just so happens to know her schedule and…dammit, he really wants to make it up to her.

So he goes to this stupid fucking restaurant, orders a drink and waits for her to walk by, and when she does, he takes her hand lightly and looks up at her with these pleading, puppy dog eyes, the ones that used to get him his way as a kid, and with Heather. This girl on the other hand, frowns at him and slaps him upside the head. Fuck. Well, there's one false move, too bad he's always sucked with words. It's worth a try though…

"Um…wait?" She doesn't. "Please?" He asks. She looks over at him, hand placed on her cocked out hip, eyebrows lifted and he bites on his lower lip, trying to come up with something better to say. "I'm sorry…I know I was an ass before, but I'm trying to be good, I don't want to hurt you. I…I like you…" His voice fades out, he feels like a high schooler, some loser confessing his love to some girl who is way too hot for him. But this sort of endearing stupidity is something that this woman, this beautiful woman with the beautiful fuschia streak in her hair seems to like. She smiles timidly at him and shakes her head.

"I like you too, Will." His face breaks out into a wide smile, he stands up next to her, way too overeagerly and beams.

"Do you wanna go out sometime?" He asks and she winces. Great, he jumped the gun. Always too much too soon, maybe if he didn't spend his adolescent years with the same girl, always too drunk or high to pay attention to other people, he'd have picked up on social cues. Fuck his life.

He's about to walk away when he hears the little bell of the restaurant ding, to let everyone know a new customer has walked in, and he hears, what is unmistakably, Heather's laughter. Johnny's follows just after and Will can't help but look down at the knife on the table and wonder how clean it is.

She must have recognized Johnny's laugh too, because she looks away from Will, completely mortified. Johnny catches her gaze and pales.

"Fuck…" He mutters. He looks over at Will, pales even more and then, "Will…? What are you doing here with…" Johnny looks back at his former flame and slowly seems to catch on. Thankfully, Heather gets it almost instantly and tugs Johnny back out of the restaurant.

When he finally gets the courage to look back at his best friend's ex, he can only think of one thing to say, which is probably not something that will win her over. "Fuck." He whispers and winces. Well, back to the couch, his life is over. His head falls, he's not even looking at this girl that he's had a stupid crush on since he met her, but she's looking at him, scrutinizing him.

Will begins to walk away, but she takes his hand gently in hers and stops him.

"That was Heather?" She asks. Will nods, pathetically. "Fuck them. I get off at eight." She smiles so reassuringly up at him, that Will's jaw actually drops.

Not only does he have a crush, he has a date.

Johnny and Heather have never been less important in his life.