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Title: Blond?
Author: beecat
Pairing: Billie/Tre
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not true
“You dyed your hair?!?”
Tre turned around, to see Billie Joe at the door of the studio.
“Well spotted genesis.” He replied, turning back to his piano.
“I don’t like it…”
“You don’t have to like it,” Tre didn’t turn around just kept playing a tune he was working on, “its my hair Joe.”
“Don’t call me that.”
It was silent only the gentle melody coming from the piano could be heard, Tre knew Billie was pissed off behind him but chose to ignore it. Billie was in one of those moods trying to control every thing and one around him. Tre was in a mellow mood for once, and he was not going to let the singer ruin it.
Billie walked over to the drummer, “Why blond…?” he raked his fingers though the short blond locks. Tre tilted his head back smiling slightly “cause I felt like it,” Billie looked down at him sulking “ but I don’t like you blond.”
Tre sighed spinning around fully, “and since when is it up to you what colour I dye my hair Joe?” he folded his arms staring up at the singer, waiting.
Tre got no reply, he didn’t expect that!
Just a very despondent looking Billie in front of him. “I said. Don’t… call me… that.” he stuttered and turned to leave. “Hey where are you going?”
“I… erm…forgot, I have a thing to do…” Billie stumbled over his words as well as his feet to get out the door, his chest feeling a little tight.
“J…Bill..”
“I said don’t…” Billie ran out the door feeling dizzy he moved backwards hitting the wall he slid down it. Bringing his hands to his head he tried to calm himself, fighting off a panic attack. Tre always knew where to hit him where it hurt, the worst thing is he didn’t even know he was doing it. He hated Tre calling him Joe, it reminded him of something he tries so hard to forget every time he sees the drummer, his drummer.
Billie made a choice a long time ago. He chose to be a husband and a father. He chose a normal relationship. He chose normality. He chose to shatter his heart into two, before anyone else could do it for him. It wouldn’t have worked. It still won’t work. But it won’t stop his heart from aching uncontrollable, unstoppable and the worst of all unavoidable.
Billie took long deep breaths, focusing on his worn out shoes, he didn’t hear the door open or see Tre standing in the doorway.
“What is with you lately?” Billie jumped out of his skin looking up at Tre “You keep going all weird on… me… Me? Bills your not?” Tre knelt down next to the singer. Billie’s breathing became harder and harder his gaze returning to his shoes. His eyes became bleary he looked up at Tre again, sniffing “I… I…”
“Bills,” Tre pulled him into a tight hug. “I am sorry,” Billie sniffed into Tre’s chest grabbing onto him tightly, like he never wanted to let him go.
Billie never wanted to end this moment no matter how stupid this moment was.
The smell of Tre was alluring, making Billie feel almost high, making him feel safe, making him feel right.
“What am I going to do with you? Huh?” Tre pulled away slightly looking down at a teary Billie Joe. He stroked the other mans face softly. “You decided remember?” Billie just nodded, “you can’t un-decide…” Tre pulled away a bit more, taking a deep breath, “You can’t just undo what you did…” Billie frowned “What I did?”
Tre took a deep breath moving to the other side of the hallway, not looking at Billie, “You broke my heart Billie Joe Armstrong.” His voice was soft as if he’d practiced saying the line a million times over. Tre looked up at Billie “I wish you hadn’t and I wish you’d picked me, but you decided, you cant undecide, you cant undo what you fucking did!”
Author: beecat
Pairing: Billie/Tre
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not true
“You dyed your hair?!?”
Tre turned around, to see Billie Joe at the door of the studio.
“Well spotted genesis.” He replied, turning back to his piano.
“I don’t like it…”
“You don’t have to like it,” Tre didn’t turn around just kept playing a tune he was working on, “its my hair Joe.”
“Don’t call me that.”
It was silent only the gentle melody coming from the piano could be heard, Tre knew Billie was pissed off behind him but chose to ignore it. Billie was in one of those moods trying to control every thing and one around him. Tre was in a mellow mood for once, and he was not going to let the singer ruin it.
Billie walked over to the drummer, “Why blond…?” he raked his fingers though the short blond locks. Tre tilted his head back smiling slightly “cause I felt like it,” Billie looked down at him sulking “ but I don’t like you blond.”
Tre sighed spinning around fully, “and since when is it up to you what colour I dye my hair Joe?” he folded his arms staring up at the singer, waiting.
Tre got no reply, he didn’t expect that!
Just a very despondent looking Billie in front of him. “I said. Don’t… call me… that.” he stuttered and turned to leave. “Hey where are you going?”
“I… erm…forgot, I have a thing to do…” Billie stumbled over his words as well as his feet to get out the door, his chest feeling a little tight.
“J…Bill..”
“I said don’t…” Billie ran out the door feeling dizzy he moved backwards hitting the wall he slid down it. Bringing his hands to his head he tried to calm himself, fighting off a panic attack. Tre always knew where to hit him where it hurt, the worst thing is he didn’t even know he was doing it. He hated Tre calling him Joe, it reminded him of something he tries so hard to forget every time he sees the drummer, his drummer.
Billie made a choice a long time ago. He chose to be a husband and a father. He chose a normal relationship. He chose normality. He chose to shatter his heart into two, before anyone else could do it for him. It wouldn’t have worked. It still won’t work. But it won’t stop his heart from aching uncontrollable, unstoppable and the worst of all unavoidable.
Billie took long deep breaths, focusing on his worn out shoes, he didn’t hear the door open or see Tre standing in the doorway.
“What is with you lately?” Billie jumped out of his skin looking up at Tre “You keep going all weird on… me… Me? Bills your not?” Tre knelt down next to the singer. Billie’s breathing became harder and harder his gaze returning to his shoes. His eyes became bleary he looked up at Tre again, sniffing “I… I…”
“Bills,” Tre pulled him into a tight hug. “I am sorry,” Billie sniffed into Tre’s chest grabbing onto him tightly, like he never wanted to let him go.
Billie never wanted to end this moment no matter how stupid this moment was.
The smell of Tre was alluring, making Billie feel almost high, making him feel safe, making him feel right.
“What am I going to do with you? Huh?” Tre pulled away slightly looking down at a teary Billie Joe. He stroked the other mans face softly. “You decided remember?” Billie just nodded, “you can’t un-decide…” Tre pulled away a bit more, taking a deep breath, “You can’t just undo what you did…” Billie frowned “What I did?”
Tre took a deep breath moving to the other side of the hallway, not looking at Billie, “You broke my heart Billie Joe Armstrong.” His voice was soft as if he’d practiced saying the line a million times over. Tre looked up at Billie “I wish you hadn’t and I wish you’d picked me, but you decided, you cant undecide, you cant undo what you fucking did!”