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By : heartgrenade13
Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day
Views: 3318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: 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. - Chapter List
"Bella?? That's a girl's name!" Tre shouted towards me angrily.
"It is a girl."
"That doesn't mean you have to give it a girls name."
"Ok. What do I name it then?"
"Tre Cool JR."
"That's queer."
"You're queer!"
"Only on Tuesdays."
He smiled smugly then turned away from me. He left me alone with BELLA but not before walking into a wall.
"How dare you get in my way!"
"I do believe you got in its way Tre."
"You don't know anything."
"Sorry. I forgot you were the master of the universe and I am a poor, helpless, fool."
“Tre walk into a wall again?” Mike asked as he stepped into the room.
I nodded my head towards Tre and sneered “It walked into him.”
Mike just chuckled and got into attack position. He pounded his fist playfully against Tre’s left shoulder. Tre winced and pushed him back into the very wall that walked into him. My eyes flicked back and forth as if I was watching a tennis match instead of the two bozos clumsily beating each other.
“Right. I’m going to just go.”
“Are you going to bring Tre cool JR. with you?”
“BELLA!! Yes. I am bringing Bella with me.”
“TRE COOL JR.!!!”
“Did you go through ten hours of labor to birth this child?”
“No. But neither did you!”
“I would of so I get to name it!”
“You won’t be so tough when the tour ends and Billie leaves you. The clock is ticking. How much longer Mike? A week? Week and a half?”
I turned around and looked at an all too proud Tre. His eyes were gleaming, letting me know that he was happy. They were twitching, especially his left eye. He always did that when he was nervous.
“What do mean by that?” I condescendingly spit out.
“He does this on every tour. Gets a girlfriend and then leaves her when it ends.”
“He wouldn’t do that.”
“He has on every other tour.”
“He wouldn’t do that.” I said trying to convince myself.
“Yeah, he would.”
“NO!” I screamed while trying to fight back the tears.
“You know if I screamed I could make you look like the bad guy too.”
I plopped down onto the warm concrete outside. The sun was beaming down heavily onto my skin. I felt the sweat drip out of my pores as I tickled Bella’s belly. She rolled from side to side on her back. Her little pink tongue stood out against her black fur as it unfurled from her mouth. IT always seemed to be out of her mouth.
“What’s up?”
Billie sat next to me and slipped a hand around my waist.
“How much longer till the tours over Billie?”
“Er, a week and a day I believe.”
“Then what happens?”
“After the tour?”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you asking?”
He was avoiding having to answer the question. I knew too well by that time in my life what that meant. Many times in my past I had questioned boyfriends and they would dance around the subject. My worst fears were always true whenever they wouldn’t talk about it. It being the problem.
“Why wouldn’t I want to ask about it? Don’t you think I want to know if I should end it now?”
“Do you want to end it?”
”Depends.”
“On what?”
”What’s going to happen when the tours over.”
“Oh, what would you like to happen?”
“Answer the question.”
“What question?”
“Answer the fucking question that started all of this.”
“I already told you how much longer it was until the tour was over. A week and a day.”
“The question after that.”
“What about it?”
“Fucking answer it.”
Billie Joe sighed and leaned back to rest on his hands. He closed his eyes and took a deep, rush of air into his lungs.
“Why are you so paranoid?” He didn’t open his eyes or even flinch.
“If you can’t answer the question I’m leaving.”
“I can answer it.”
“Then do it.”
“I love you.”
“Lets hope so. You’ve said it so many times.”- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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