Twelve Months Of Romance, Part Eleven. T_T
Title: Twelve Months Of Romance, Part Eleven.
Author: Seven... well, Me.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike; Implied!Billie Joe/Adrienne.
Disclaimer: Not real, don't sue. Fan Fiction.
Summary: Tré helps Billie Joe talk through his feelings.
Dedications: jimmy_tinsel because she's awesome, and she keeps me writing. x0x_whatsername for being my wifey and also making me write.
Previous Parts: January., February., March., April., May., June., July., August., September., October.
November
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I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence,
Listening to silence.
~Thomas Hood, Ode: Autumn, 1827
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Billie Joe stood idly on the back deck of his now empty house. The sun was just rising and Billie Joe hadn’t slept yet. The house was hauntingly quiet with no one else there and it made his insomnia even worse. The dew on the grass sparkled a little bit as the misty fog began to rise. Billie Joe sighed and walked into the house and picked up the phone.
After making a quick call, he stood at the front door and waited. Within ten minutes, the familiar SUV pulled into his driveway and rather sleepy looking drummer walked up to the door. Billie Joe opened it and let him in, not saying anything.
Tré sat down on the couch and rubbed his eye, “What’s up, Bill?”
Billie Joe sat down next to Tré silently. He leaned over buried his head in Tré’s chest and started crying. Tré withdrew at first, but followed through by putting his arms around the front man. He titled back so they were lying on the couch. Billie Joe adhered to Tré’s old Clash shirt and sobbed. Tré frowned a little and drew little patterns of stars, circles, and hearts along Billie Joe’s back.
“Shh. Hey, Billie, it’s okay.” He whispered, “H-hey, Bill. Hush. C’mon, let’s talk about this, man.”
Billie Joe stopped crying, but his breathing was erratic. He was gasping in attempt to get a regular breath pattern. He looked up at Tré, his lips quivering. Tré gently wiped away the eyeliner smudges and tears.
“I don’t know if I did the right thing, Tré.” He said slowly, as if the speaking was new to him.
“Do you love Mike?”
“More than anything.”
“More than Adrienne?”
Billie Joe paused, “I think so.”
“Then you did the right thing.”
Billie Joe nodded a little and sniffed. He swallowed the lump in his throat and lay back down on Tré’s chest. After about ten minutes he finally fell asleep. Tré smiled and began to relax; after all, he’d done this every night for the past three weeks. He sighed a little and let himself doze off.
When Tré woke up Billie Joe wasn’t in the room like usual. He got up and ran his fingers through his hair before stumbling into the kitchen.
He found Billie Joe in there, sitting at the bar. He was sipping a Coke and reading the paper.
“Oh, morning, Tré.”
“Morning, Bill.”
“Wanna’ go get some breakfast?”
Tré looked at the time, “Shit. No, sorry, Bill. I totally forgot I’m meeting A-a girl for breakfast today. I think she’s the one.” Tré winked.
Billie Joe smiled, “You think they’re all “the one”, Tré.”
Tré laughed and grabbed his coat, “See ya’, Billie Joe.”
“Bye, Tré.” Billie Joe said laughing to himself. He leaned across the counter and tried to grab the phone, but his arm was about an inch too short, “Damn phone.” He spat, getting up walking to it. He called Mike up and they planned to meet for breakfast at a McDonald’s.
When Billie Joe got there, he saw Mike sitting in a corner with a cup of coffee. He looked exhausted and worn out. Billie Joe sat down across from him and touched his hand. Mike jumped out of his stupor and locked eyes with the singer.
“I decided it was the right thing to do.” Billie Joe mumbled thoughtfully.
Mike nodded.
Billie Joe sighed and continued, “With the help of Tré, I mean. But he made me see last night… well, early this morning, that I do love you more than Adrienne.
“What time was he there?”
Billie Joe shrugged, “Same as the past three weeks. I call him around 3 A.M., he comes over, I cry, I fall asleep on him on the couch.”
“Is that all you do?”
“Yeah.”
“I bet.” Mike mumbled.
“Mike, I don’t fuck him. He’s on a date with some chick as we speak.”
“I guess. I always thought Tré to be a queer though.” Mike chuckled, “So we’re good?”
“We’re good.”
“Wanna’ go call Tré eighty millions times during his date?”
“Of course.”
Rifinito.
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T_T This is the second to last part. -sniffle-
Comment me, loves.
Author: Seven... well, Me.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike; Implied!Billie Joe/Adrienne.
Disclaimer: Not real, don't sue. Fan Fiction.
Summary: Tré helps Billie Joe talk through his feelings.
Dedications: jimmy_tinsel because she's awesome, and she keeps me writing. x0x_whatsername for being my wifey and also making me write.
Previous Parts: January., February., March., April., May., June., July., August., September., October.
November
----
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence,
Listening to silence.
~Thomas Hood, Ode: Autumn, 1827
----
Billie Joe stood idly on the back deck of his now empty house. The sun was just rising and Billie Joe hadn’t slept yet. The house was hauntingly quiet with no one else there and it made his insomnia even worse. The dew on the grass sparkled a little bit as the misty fog began to rise. Billie Joe sighed and walked into the house and picked up the phone.
After making a quick call, he stood at the front door and waited. Within ten minutes, the familiar SUV pulled into his driveway and rather sleepy looking drummer walked up to the door. Billie Joe opened it and let him in, not saying anything.
Tré sat down on the couch and rubbed his eye, “What’s up, Bill?”
Billie Joe sat down next to Tré silently. He leaned over buried his head in Tré’s chest and started crying. Tré withdrew at first, but followed through by putting his arms around the front man. He titled back so they were lying on the couch. Billie Joe adhered to Tré’s old Clash shirt and sobbed. Tré frowned a little and drew little patterns of stars, circles, and hearts along Billie Joe’s back.
“Shh. Hey, Billie, it’s okay.” He whispered, “H-hey, Bill. Hush. C’mon, let’s talk about this, man.”
Billie Joe stopped crying, but his breathing was erratic. He was gasping in attempt to get a regular breath pattern. He looked up at Tré, his lips quivering. Tré gently wiped away the eyeliner smudges and tears.
“I don’t know if I did the right thing, Tré.” He said slowly, as if the speaking was new to him.
“Do you love Mike?”
“More than anything.”
“More than Adrienne?”
Billie Joe paused, “I think so.”
“Then you did the right thing.”
Billie Joe nodded a little and sniffed. He swallowed the lump in his throat and lay back down on Tré’s chest. After about ten minutes he finally fell asleep. Tré smiled and began to relax; after all, he’d done this every night for the past three weeks. He sighed a little and let himself doze off.
When Tré woke up Billie Joe wasn’t in the room like usual. He got up and ran his fingers through his hair before stumbling into the kitchen.
He found Billie Joe in there, sitting at the bar. He was sipping a Coke and reading the paper.
“Oh, morning, Tré.”
“Morning, Bill.”
“Wanna’ go get some breakfast?”
Tré looked at the time, “Shit. No, sorry, Bill. I totally forgot I’m meeting A-a girl for breakfast today. I think she’s the one.” Tré winked.
Billie Joe smiled, “You think they’re all “the one”, Tré.”
Tré laughed and grabbed his coat, “See ya’, Billie Joe.”
“Bye, Tré.” Billie Joe said laughing to himself. He leaned across the counter and tried to grab the phone, but his arm was about an inch too short, “Damn phone.” He spat, getting up walking to it. He called Mike up and they planned to meet for breakfast at a McDonald’s.
When Billie Joe got there, he saw Mike sitting in a corner with a cup of coffee. He looked exhausted and worn out. Billie Joe sat down across from him and touched his hand. Mike jumped out of his stupor and locked eyes with the singer.
“I decided it was the right thing to do.” Billie Joe mumbled thoughtfully.
Mike nodded.
Billie Joe sighed and continued, “With the help of Tré, I mean. But he made me see last night… well, early this morning, that I do love you more than Adrienne.
“What time was he there?”
Billie Joe shrugged, “Same as the past three weeks. I call him around 3 A.M., he comes over, I cry, I fall asleep on him on the couch.”
“Is that all you do?”
“Yeah.”
“I bet.” Mike mumbled.
“Mike, I don’t fuck him. He’s on a date with some chick as we speak.”
“I guess. I always thought Tré to be a queer though.” Mike chuckled, “So we’re good?”
“We’re good.”
“Wanna’ go call Tré eighty millions times during his date?”
“Of course.”
Rifinito.
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T_T This is the second to last part. -sniffle-
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