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Title: Bruised and Broken Hearts Chapter 2
Author:
beecat
Pairing: Afi/Green Day if i told u any more that would just spoil the surprise!
Rating: ?!?!
Disclaimer: not true!!
Notes: ha enjoy....
(Prologue)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2:
Davey sat on a beat up sofa; drink in hand in between Jade and some other guy talking about random stuff every once in a while he’d nod or say ‘yer’ to seem a bit interested in whatever they were babbling on about.
He sighed; “I am getting another drink,” with that he got up and heard Jade say ‘ok’ or something along those lines.
He made his way to the assortment of bottles and barrels; he grab a beer opening it and lent back against the wall, watching the array of people dancing, chatting and other usual crap that goes on at parties, Davey’s not the best at being a partier, but he goes and he watches others sometimes it helps him think of lyrics, but most times he just goes to please the rest of the band.
“Dave-ey” a familiar voice says from behind him. He turns round to be met with a very large mo-hawk.
“Tim! Hey man, how are you?” He hugs the; what some people would say scary looking punk, but to Davey he’s his best friend and hero. The grin on Davey’s face reminds Tim how much he’s missed the dark hair man.
“I am great! How’s the tour going?” Tim grabs a beer and leans up against the same wall.
“It’s going good, were on are last few shows, here I’d go home but ya know.”
“Trying to find any excuse?” Tim offers.
“Yer something like that.” Davey sighs.
It silent falls between the two of them before, Tim specks up again;
“You wanna go out side gets some fresh air?”
“Sure.”
Tim leads as they make their way out the back door. He offers Davey a smoke but he declines.
“So spill Davey.” Tim finally gives up waiting for the punk to bring up his depression his self.
“Spill what?” Trying to act like he doesn’t know what’s going on.
Tim throws him a look, to which Davey sighs “Fine,” he moves and sits down on the steps leading to the car parking area. Tim follows suit.
“I take it this is about Jade?” Tim offers a starting point.
To which Davey sighs again, “When is it never about Jade?”
Tim takes another toke of his cigarette, “True”
Davey moves to lean his head on Tim shoulder and begins; “It’s worse on tour, he’s always making sure I am ok or trying not to offend me. I don’t know, it’s like he feels guilty and is trying to make it up to me… but he’s just making it worse and I find myself falling for him. I know I shouldn’t but how I am I suppose to get over it when he’s always around me. Even when I try getting away from him he’s…there!” Davey lets out exasperated sigh.
Tim finishes off his cigarette and throws it away; he moves round to face Davey.
“Perhaps you should talk to him.” He brushes Davey hair outta his face and looks into his eyes.
“God I wish I had someone like you Davey, I swear I’d never let you go.”
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The beat pumps out loud in the warehouse Tre has been dancing crazy for the last ten minutes; a little drunk he stumbles over, but he’s caught by a familiar smell of mint. Billie.
“Hey Tre.” He says hands firmly holding the drummer. Tre pulls away “Get off me!” he pushes Billie and tries to stumble away. He almost reaches the door when his arm is grabbed.
“Hey what’s rush to get away.” Billie reaches out to stroke Tre’s face. Tre tenses up; before he knows it Billie’s attacking his lips devouring the taste of booze, smoke and Tre.
“GET OFF!” Tre pushes him and heads outside.
Outside Tre finds he’s sobered up a bit as he lights up, sit down on the curb and begins to smoke.
I guess Billie couldn’t find anyone tonight, why can’t I find someone that won’t use me.
He sighs and light up another.
“Hey don’t you know smoking kills.” A voice comes from behind Tre; startling him.
He turns around to be met with a crotch he looks up only to be met with surprising bight eyes, which belong to Tim Armstrong.
“Yer that’s why I am smoking. And since when have you started to take notice of that crap?”
Tre throws Tim a quizzical look.
“Since you started smoke two in under a minute.” He says grabbing the pack off Tre before he can react.
Tim takes one out lighting it up. “So how’s ma baby?”
“What do you care?” Tre decided to take the defensive route.
“Tre you know I never stopped caring about you.” he tries to put his arm around Tre but he shoved away. “Yer so much you left, that was a really high point. Wanna it!”
“Tre don’t get all…” He was cut off.
“All what? All pissy and moan about how every one I ever care about just leaves or uses me!! Oh I am sorry I am messing with the almighty Armstrong’s again.” He tries to hold back the tears, “You two may not be related but you sure as hell are like two peas in a fucked up pod!”
It’s then Tim see how much he hurt Tre and realises how, what he did perhaps wasn’t what was best for the drummer after all.
“Tre I never meant to hurt you that bad. Billie said…” and with those two last words Tre raised his head, “Billie said what?” he was almost afraid of the answer.
“Billie said that you didn’t love me and that you… you slept together.”
Tre stomach dropped his eyes burned red. “He what?!”
Tim continued “Said you told him that you loved him.” Tim looked scared of the look in Tre’s eyes.
Tre got up with the fire of a thousand suns burning in his eyes. He made his way in to the party.
His eyes scan the room until they fall on two figures fumbling together against a wall.
Tre storms over to them pulling the more dominate one off his pray.
Tre slams Billie against the wall. “Oh Tre can’t you wait, can’t you see I am with a friend.”
It’s now Tre’s eyes move over to the innocent Billie has been wrapped up in. Davey, a very drunk looking Davey.
Tre eyes come back to Billie who is grinning like a cat got the cream.
Then its at that moment Tre realises how much he truly hates Billie for making him watch him pray on poor drunken guys like Davey, and how everything Billie does is for the benefit of Tre and the look on his face when he done it; it disgusts him and before he knows it, His fists are pounding at Billie; screaming ‘I hate you!’
Soon he’s being pulled away by Tim from the bruised and bloody figure that still has that smile.
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