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Title: Stupid Boundaries in Life, Part 2: Morning comes around.
Author:(me)
Pairing: Billie/Tre
Rating: Sorry no sex but implied and some angst but that what I am all about.
Disclaimer: SO not ture!
Notes: due to popular demand I have added more and will prob make this a short mini-series; also I am feeling inspired by this story line of some reason.
so hope you enjoy!
Morning comes around.
I slowly open my eyes as I become aware of where I am; Shit!
I turn over gradually trying my hardest not to wake Tre up. If I’m lucky I’ll be able to get out of this place without him knowing.
I creep out the bed and over to my clothes; there dry, thank god.
The silence is unnerving I am starting to shake slightly. I want to get out of here as soon as possible.
After everything that was said last night the best thing I can do I run, run far, far away because I told him. I actually told him. I Billie Joe Armstrong fell; I fell hard and for a client no less; and told him!
I roll my head back; sitting down on Tre’s small chair in front his very large vanity mirror. I just sit there; sit there twisting my hands together. Time seems to stop; all I can think off is what I am going to do run away? Or should I wait and see; see if this… fuck what am I thinking? Do I really think I can change and be something I am not. I am a cheap whore that’s all I’ll ever be.
I grab my clothes; pulling off Tre’s.
I’m ready to leave one foot out the door, when I chance one more glace at Tre.
“No goodbye,” He’s lying on his side his arm tucked under his head; looking so cute and innocent; with that childlike smile on his face.
I turn away from him closing my eyes inhaling deeply.
“Bye.” I whisper and step over the threshold.
“WAIT!” I hear him shout and feel him grab the front of my shirt from behind; his breath ghosting over the back of my neck.
“Please…stay.” I can hear the pain in his tone.
“Stay and what, be your whore.” I snort.
His grip on me is tighter; it feels like he’s griping my heart.
“I don’t care, just… please stay…”
“You’re an idiot you know that?” I say sharply “Your sad and pathetic and an idiot!” I turn around to face him; he looks so small. What I just said was like a slap round the face.
“Yer,” he shrugs.
I close my eyes taking in another deep breath; “you really think I could change? Really? Because you’re an idiot if you think that.” I turn around to leave then turn back to Tre “Is you love life that bad that you have no one else to fall for?” his eyes get hard; I hope to god he’ll just kick me out. I just can’t let him fall for me, I don’t want him to; cause if he does I’ll get swept up in this and the dream is NOT real.
Never will be.
Full fucking stop.
He doesn’t look like he hates me much…
“You’re a sad and pathetic little man, first you pay of sex then you fall for the whore you paid for! Sad with a capital! And a big Lame Ass on top!” I am getting to him.
His face is burning; before I know it he has me but the collar and I’m trying to smell his scent Fuck!
“Shut up! Just shut up!”
“It’s true,” I whisper harshly. Saying over and over in my head; ‘don’t love me, don’t.’
“Why are you doing this?” he slams me you against the wall; I shouldn’t be loving every moment.
“It’s true,” I say again trying to stop myself from reaching out to smash my lips against his cherry red ones.
I gulp as his hand comes up to stroke my face; I snap; pushing him off and run; I run so fast my feet can’t take it they slip and slide before I can get them working my face hits the floor as the rest of my body did what seems like an hour ago.
A soft cry escapes; it’s a shame I couldn’t.
I lay there numb letting my tears create a small puddle on the strangely warm, soothing wood floor; everything in this house seems welcoming compared to me.
I hear a gasp and footsteps coming down the stairs they take so long I wonder to myself exactly how many steps did I fall down. As I am slowly lifted I don’t really register my surroundings I only see a beautiful angel looking down at me with sorrowful features gracing its petty face.
My eyes close and everything goes dark.
I hear whispered words; feel soothing strokes.
Then a bright white blinding light; Shit I haven’t…
“He’s waking up.” A strange voice rushes me back down the earth; the thought of me being dead crushed.
“Is he ok?” I open my eyes to see Tre leaning over me smiling in that sweet shy smile.
“Yer, he’s going to be fine, he’ll need to stay in bed for a while though and take some pills, what did you say his name was?”
“B…” I go to talk but Tre interrupts, “I am here ok,” he glances at me shushing me.
“His name is Frank Wright.” He answers.
“Ok, then here’s a prescription he should be ok within a week, sometimes concussion goes on for a little longer but he really depends on how good his body reacts to the medication.”
“Alright thanks Doc. I’ll show you out.”
They’re gone I sit up slowly; swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I am half way thought putting my second shoe on when.
“HEY! What are you doing?” he shrieks and my head aches like hell; I fall back on the bed.
“Go away, I wanna goooo.” I whine.
“No, you’re not going anywhere; doc said you’ll have to stay in bed for a few days. You hit your head pretty damn hard.”
I feel him take my shoe off; I start struggling but he’s fucking strong. Holding me down; he gets my shoe off.
“Leave me alone.” I push him away as he gets off me. Struggling to the other side of the bed I swing my legs over the edge I standing up. Then the next minute I’m not and I have a pair of hands grabbing inches away from the floor.
“What the fuck are you trying to do?” he says picking me up with ease and laying me back down. I try to struggle away from him again but then my head hurts.
“Owwee, trying to get away from you!” I shout at him; then my head hurts. I roll away from him taking shelter under the covers.
I hear him sigh; the guilt washes over me. I was so cruel to him; now he’s looking after me with out complaining and offering to let me stay here. All I can do is be ungrateful.
I gently move out from under my soft shield; peering over the covers.
“Sorry,” I whisper
“I can take you home if you want,” is all he says.
“I don’t have a home…” I reply sadly; I want to just crawl back under the covers and hide there forever.
“Oh,” I see him shift uncomfortably, “D-do you wanna stay here for a while?” he looks all sweet; his eyes looking everywhere but at me. I can’t help smile a little.
I sit up lifting his face up to look at me; smiling a little I stutter, “I-If ya know, you wanna ya know, put up with me, I won’t say no…” I think I might be blushing or this room is really, hot.
Yer it’s the room.
“What!” his features turn to confused as hell, “five seconds ago you wanted to get away from me! AND half hour ago; you were insulting me!”
I groan then sigh “it’s because I wanted you to hate me ok,” I admit.
“Why?” Tre shuffles closer to me getting comfortable resting against the headboard.
“You can’t- your not suppose to like me.” I try to explain, “It will only end badly.”
“And how do you know that? Has it happened before?”
I sigh; sitting up to be next to him “No, but I am not like you, you don’t understand.”
“So tell me, make me understand.”
“I can’t…”
Tre moved to sit in front of me; “You can tell me anything, I won’t judge you.”
“I don’t know if I can…” I begin twisting the bed sheet in my hands “If I can tell anyone…”
My face is wet and I didn’t even realise I was crying; Tre pulls me into a tight hug shushing me.
“It’s ok you don’t have to tell me.”
I start sobbing uncontrollably; soaking a small patch of his shirt.
“You won’t look at me in the same kind of way; you wanna know? You really wanna know that I am a dirty whore and I let guys touch me and do want ever they want for a few bucks a night. And it doesn’t even last a night. I am just a quick fuck that people can throw away when their done with!”
I burst and everything comes spilling out of my mouth.
“And then they leave me in a dirty hotel room; where I deserve to be laying on filthy sheets; covered in cum.” I cling to his shirt even more; “Sometimes even blood!” I cry even harder as the word ‘blood’ come out as a squeak.
“Billie; don’t worry, its ok. I am here. You can stay here for a while; or forever if you want.”
I don’t listen much he’s too sweet and he smells clean; fresh even.
“I dream of you;” I begin again sniffing “I close my eyes after and I see you; smiling and, and you run a bath and you carry me to it.” I smile slightly just the image makes me feel better. “And you clean me and then the blood goes; changes to chocolate and I just play that memory of y-you and me.” I pause looking up at him; “Do you remember?”
He smiled down at me; “Of course I remember. You started it; saying my chocolate sauce wasn’t good enough for your; well my ice cream.”
I giggle; “You didn’t have to cover me in it.”
“Uh… yer I did.” I looked up at Tre he stared at me seriously “and I do it again, if I have to.”
I found myself smiling again burying my head in Tre’s shirt as his arms wrapped around me securely; holding me safe and warm in his embrace.
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