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Suicide Blonde	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 3766 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title:
Suicide Blonde Chapter Three
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody but the people I thought up
Notes: It's good to be writing again.
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Ava was being escorted around a crowded club and wondering what the hell she was still doing here. The reporter in the dressing room had picked up on the fact that she obviously knew Billie. He'd heard the story and thought it was the coolest thing ever. Interviewed Billie, asking all kinds of probing questions about Ava as a teenager and what he thought of her now and shit. And Ava had spent the interminable half hour purposely ignoring Alex's questioning looks.
Now, that they were at the after party, Ava was sorta happy that Jane wanted the band split up and networking on their own. That way she wouldn't have to deal with Alex until the hotel, which if Ava played her cards right could be days from now, she thought as she winked at someone who looked a fucking lot like Colin Farrell.
The place was crawling with reporters. And outside was a fucking rave with all the cameras flashing. It was ridiculous. And to top it off, it seemed everybody she talked to wanted to know about her relationship to Billie. Ava was getting sick of repeating over and over “I babysat his kids, he was a nice guy, I thought his music taste was cool.” Just in case anybody thought about digging up that story from Us from when she got hit by the car. Other than that, it was either lying through her teeth or not saying anything at all.
“Wait a minute, that can't be who I think it is-!” Ava turned at the sound of the voice, “Wait! It is! Ava Monroe, the savior of punk, right? Dude, you have to sign my left nut!”
“Hi, Tre,” Ava laughed, returning the hug and accepting a martini from a passing waiter. It was good to see the guys again, Billie not withstanding she'd already spotted Mike somewhere in the crowd. Actually, Mike had sorta let it slip that Billie had taken Jake home for the night. Ava didn't want to admit to herself that she was relieved. “How've you been?”
“Can't complain, you look hot, though, princess.” He spun her around and easily shouldered the PR out of their sphere of whatever. “How was Berkeley?”
Ava rolled her eyes. “Pompous. Made me discover my inner anarchist.”
He laughed, downing a shot, “I wondered what did it. Loved Barbie Dream House, just so's you know.”
Ava laughed out loud, the band's first album had been nothing but tracks of Ava alternately being loud and femme nazi, or pining for June Cleaver. As concepts go it was interesting. But Alex swore he'd never let her raid her old poetry journals for album fodder again. Ironically, the song about Hello Kitty was a number one in the underground. “So you seein' anybody?”
“Nah, my last girlfriend nearly killed me.”
“S'what you get when you date an Olsen.” Ava lifted an eyebrow, “What? I read the entertainment sections! 'Sides, you should have known better than to go for the anorexic crazy one.”
“I did not date the Olsen. I fucked her.” He shivered, “And never again.” Tre Cool was the picture of righteous indignation.
“Oh, my mistake-”
“Can't blame her, Tre, we thought you dated her too, man.” The voice to Ava's immediate left made her heart speed up and her throat go dry. She turned around slowly.
“Hey, just cause I had to woo like hell... ah fuck it, you two aren't gonna hear any of this.”
“Right man, I know what you mean,” Billie answered, his attention on Ava and his voice so distant it could have come from the parking lot. Tre shook his head, not hiding his amusement and left.
“Hey,” Ava said finally.
“Hi. You look-”
“We've already done this,” Ava said, smiling softly. The music was loud. And it was so close in here that they were touching. Billie shrugged, self deprecating.
“You do, you know.”
“Yeah, you too.” Ava laughed nervously. “How weird is this for you?” She asked finally.
“Why, is it weird for you?” Ava nodded her head vigorously, a 'well freakin' duh,' look on her face. Billie burst out laughing. “Thank God.”
“I mean it's so hard-”
“Pretending like you were just-”
“And acting like you're just-”
“When what I really wanna-”
“Exactly.” Ava shot the PR guy a look. He was talking to a waiter. “He's been babysitting me all night.”
“Comes with the territory, kid.” The endearment just rolled off his tongue. He realized what he said and something warm spread through him. Ava froze. Then relaxed. Then looked him in the eye and it made his heart trip hammer.
“No one's called me that in a long time,” she said finally. “Billie-”
“Don't.” He held up his hand and Ava paled. Billie cursed. “I mean, not here.” He didn't want to point out that they had to shout to be heard and there were all kinds of people here who would take the gossip all the way to the bank. He'd been asked all kinds of questions about her tonight. And even though it had been six years ago, people still remembered that angrydesperatehysterical scene he'd made at the hospital over her. Just his kid's babysitter his ass. Probably nobody bought it then either. But then, that was before American Idiot and it was between albums and he hadn't been huge in a while. Now he was huge again. And so was she. And they were in public together.
“Oh. Right.” Ava bit her lip and the look was so Ava, Billie smiled in spite of himself.
“Miss Monroe-”
Billie made a split second decision and grabbed her wrist. “Come on.”
“What?!” Ava found herself being led toward the thick of the crowd. She looked back at the guy whose name she hadn't even bothered to learn and then back at Billie's determined hand. “Where are we going?!” “Out the back!” They were close to the speakers and he was mentally going over exactly what he'd say to her when they got someplace quiet.
“Can we do that?!”
He looked over his shoulder, amusement all over his face. “Don't you pay attention?!” They rounded a corner and were in blessed dark. It was also much quieter. “You make the rules, now, kid.” His face was inches from hers and she smelled like heaven.
“Oh... so what're the new rules?” His fingers were tight against hers. His breath smelled like Jolly Rancher.
Billie shrugged, dipping his head and nudging her nose with his, “Whatever you want.” He turned to look down the hall and jerked his chin at the brightly lit exit sign. “That'll take us an alley that'll go to the back parking lot.”
“Yeah?” She arched an eyebrow.
“Yeah. My car's out there.”
“Oh.” Ava smiled around the butterflies in her stomach. It'd been six years. “Lead the way.”
He squeezed her hand and they were off. Like kids. When they burst through the exit door they were laughing.
“Good, Ava's here.”
“It's about damn time, too, mon.”
“Oh look she bought a friend.”
“Alex?” Ava looked at her band, confusion written all over her face. “What're you doing out here?” She looked briefly at Billie and he shrugged.
Alex nodded at Billie and muttered a 'hey man', before returning his attention to Ava. “We're going to another party. That guy that was following you around was supposed to herd you out here ten minutes ago.”
“Havin' to much of a good time, were we, darlin'?” Jah's laughing eyes said he knew exactly what was going on and Ava wondered how that was. But then, Tre picked up on a lot too. Must be a drummer thing.
“Oh, I didn't know that. We were-”
“We should really go. Jane wants us to get as much exposure as we can tonight.” Alex's tone left little room for argument. Ava grimaced and looked at Billie. He shrugged, nonchalant.
“I know how it is, we'll catch up later.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I'll call you.” He nodded at the band and then took off down the alley. It was that quick. Ava felt like she'd been punched in the gut.
“Ava, come on.” Alex held the door open for her and ignored the hangdog look on her face as hard as he could.
The next few hours were a blur of booze and bright lights. And Ava spent most of it confused as hell.
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“Why didn't you tell me?”
Ava stared off the balcony at the LA sunrise. All lush reds and dripping purples. She knew Alex would ask. But she wished he hadn't. “I don't know,” She said finally, her voice catching on regret. “It just didn't seem important.”
“Bullshit, Ava,” He leaned against the railing, “How old were you?”
“Seventeen,” she touched her bare collar bone. All through the parties and the ride back to the hotel stony silence and now this interrogation. There was a dull ache in her chest and her stomach pickled from guilt. Not so much that she hadn't told him, but because while they were having this incredibly painful conversation she wondered if Billie would call now that she was legal.
“And he was-”
“Not seventeen,” Ava could see him doing the math, finding a number and not even bothering to hide his disgust.
“And all this time you've been... pining for him, haven't you?” “You make me sound like a Victorian novel-”
“Answer the question, Aviva.”
She sighed, “There was a question in that accusation?” Alex glared and she shrugged, turning away from the sunrise and going back to the dark hotel room. “What do you want, Alex?” She fumbled with the zipper on the damn dress and made a frustrated noise, hating her reflection in the mirror. “I never said-”
“Like hell you didn't,” He stood behind her in the mirror, fingers unzipping the dress with a practiced ease because they'd known each other forever and this was their relationship. Platonic. Never mind that the whole fucking world with maybe the exception of Jah and Dave thought they were fucking. “Hell, Ava, we've shared a bed for five years because you can't sleep alone and you're going to stand there and tell me-'”
“You could have said 'no',” She shrugged out of the dress, naked but for her stockings and thong and his expression didn't change. She sat on the edge of the bed, taking off the hose. “To be honest I kept waiting for you to stop. To, I dunno,” she lifted a shoulder, “Date or something.”
His eyes scorched her as she pulled on the tee shirt. “While you were waiting did you ever think to ask me what I was waiting for?”
“Fiona Apple?” The joke fell flat and she sighed, “Are you mad at me because I kept you from fucking around? Because I didn't, Alex.”
“This has shit all to do with me having sex and you know it.”
“Well maybe it should.” She winced at the look on his face, “What? Jah and Dave can tease you about needing to get laid, but I can't?”
“If I wanted easy sex I could have it.” He let out a frustrated noise. “Dammit, Ava, don't pretend you don't know what this is about. Don't do that.”
She saw the look on his face and shook her head slowly, “Oh God, Alex, no,” It could be that. Could it? When he face didn't change she felt something in her rip in half. “That's not us-” she jerked the pants over her hips, desperation making her clumsy. She nearly lost her balance. “We're different, we're- that's not us,” She finished lamely. Sinking on the bed and refusing to look at him.
His insides were tight. He'd never let himself imagine this talk because he'd been afraid it'd go like this. “Ava...”
She held out a hand, fingers splayed wide. Stopping whatever it was that was rolling off of him in waves. “Don't.” Ava realized she was trembling. “God, Alex, please don't.”
He closed his eyes, jaw clenched tight. Alex nodded once. Making the same decision he'd always made and forcing everything back down to where it was supposed to be. In the shadows. “Right,” his voice was thick. “You're right. That's not us.”
Relief flooded Ava's face as he sank down on the vanity/dresser top. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms 'round his neck. When he hugged her back she let herself believe things would be okay. “It's better this way,” her lips were in his hair. Hair that always tickled. “What we have- it's better than that.”
Alex stiffened in her arms, his hands falling away from her body.
“It is.” She tightened her hold on his neck.
“I gotta get outta here,” he gently disentangled her arms and stood up. Not thinking much beyond the liquor store on the corner.
“Where are you going?” Confusion in her eyes like black lace.
“Away from you.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. Ava flinched almost like he'd hit her. Alex sighed, “But I'll be back.” He always came back. He kissed her forehead to show her it was okay even though ever since he'd realized it was Billie Joe Armstrong she'd been so hung up on, part of him hated her for not telling him. Not that the person mattered. It's just now he had a face to pair with hers in his head. But it was only half of him that hated her. And even that half wasn't sure. “He still loves you. It was all over his face.”
The door clicked softly shut. He still loves you. It was all over his face.
Ava reached for the phone and dialed a number she'd memorized a long time ago.
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