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A Drummer's Life	By : SallySkel Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1597 -:- 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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So this is the end. Sorry it took so long, but I just haven't felt like getting on here and updating. Why don't I just stop jabbering, update, and start writing something new?
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He waited for so long. Forever it seemed. She was never coming back to him, she didn’t even know where he lived. This was ridiculous. He left the house in search of her parent’s. He needed to end this. Once and for all.
He pulled up and immediately her mother came out, glaring. She evidently knew who it was before he got out. “Go away. She’s not here.” She hissed.
“Please, just tell me where she is. I need to see her.” Tre asked nicely, getting out of his car. She shook her head and went back inside, ending the conversation. He had no idea where Darcy lived, and he knew she would be there. He had to find a store that sold phonebooks and looked up ‘Darcy’ and remembered, he had no idea what her last name was. He was running out of ideas.
In a desperate time of need, he called Mike. Mike had Alexis’ phone number. “Hello?”
“Mike! I need you to give me Alexis’ number!” Tre said. He laughed through the phone.
“No way in hell. I can tell her you called.” He said. Tre shook his head and gritted his teeth.
“At least tell her my address.” Tre said. Mike said okay and Tre was back to the drawing board. He went home to Berkeley. He had come all that way to Oklahoma City in search of her and returned empty handed, the story of his life. “This sucks.”
He went home. Home wasn’t home to him.
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“Hey Mike!” Alexis said, giving the bassist a hug. He kissed her cheek and they sat down, Darcy’s eyes wide. “So what was so important that you had to fly all the way over here for?”
“Tre wanted me to give you this.” He said, handing her a piece of paper. “I don’t know why.”
It held his home phone number, cell phone, home address, everything. She smiled, wondering if the amazing man could read her thoughts or something… she needed these things. “Thank you, Mike. You can stay the night if you were looking.”
“Thanks.” He said. Darcy nodded, her eyes still wide and her mouth still clamped shut. He chuckled at her and went out to retrieve his bags.
Alexis went to the bathroom and pulled out her cell phone, dialing the number in, but restricting it. She waited until he picked up.
“Hello?” She heard his voice and froze. What was she doing, just crawling back to him like this? “Hello?” He said again. She hung up, breathing hard. She put her phone down on the counter and wiped her hand down her face. She glanced at her phone, then the paper.
She tried it again.
“Hello?” Pause. “Who is this?” Alexis breathed shallowly. “If this is anyone but Ally, hang up. If this is Ally, press like five or something…” Ally pressed five. “Who is this?” She pressed five again. “Ally?” She hung up, deleting the memory on the phone that she had called that number.
She went out into the living room and Mike’s phone rang loudly. He jumped, glancing over at Alexis and answered it. “Hello?”
“Dude, did you give Ally my number? Someone who keeps calling my cell?” Tre asked. Mike glanced over at Ally, her eyes on him. She knew who he was talking to and looked like she was guilty. She had called Tre.
“Why? What happened?”
“Someone keeps calling and not saying anything.” Tre answered.
“Why would you think it was Ally?”
“Because, it’s happened twice in the past five minutes.” He replied.
“Well, why don’t you ask her yourself?” Mike asked, sighing.
“What?!” Tre asked. Mike handed the phone to Alexis, who was begging for him not to. She grabbed it and held it against her ear. “What are you talking about, Mike?”
Alexis freaked, holding the phone away from her mouth. “No Mike, I can’t do it…” She said, trying not to talk too loudly. Tre heard her.
“ALLY? Ally, talk to me, please!” He begged. Her heart sunk, she couldn’t.
“Tre, I…” She started, talking into the phone. She felt her voice crack. “I can’t. Goodbye.”
“No, Ally, wai…” She hung up, giving the phone back to Mike and sinking to the couch. She covered her face in her hands, surprised she wasn’t crying. Her heart was pounding. Hard.
Mike’s phone rang again, and she knew it was Tre. “Tre, she doesn’t want to talk to you.” He paused, sighed, and rolled his eyes. He held the phone up and Alexis shook her head. “Go ahead, Tre.”
The phone was on speaker. “Ally, I’ve apologized on live TV. I love you. I’m sorry. Come home. It’s not home without you. Please. I don’t have anything to say other than that. I love you, Alexis Marie Cole. I want to be with you. I’m so sorry.” He stopped. She cried.
She refused to speak. If she was going to listen to him, shouldn’t she see him as well?
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He closed his phone and sighed. He just poured his heart out, and she said nothing. He could hear sniffles in the background, but that hardly counted. That could’ve been the result from her laughing at him, anything.
He was in the same position a week later, still hearing her voice in his head. Even those 10 little words had smacked him in the face. He always said she had had a beautiful voice, and he still agreed with himself. It was December 2nd. He hadn’t seen her or really heard from her since about the beginning of August. That was four months. That’s how long he had known her before he had screwed up. He’d loved her for 8 months.
He didn’t deserve for her to come back to him. He had cheated on her. Jake had cheated. He was no better than him. The bottom line was, Tre would hardly blame her if she decided not to come back. She deserved better…
He never deserved her in the first place. He was no good to start with, she had changed him. He drank the days away until his birthday. December 9th. He was turning 35. He was now 18 years older than Alexis. He came down that morning, padding barefoot to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, pulled out a cold beer and sat down.
Something was different. He couldn’t place it. It wasn’t that it was wrong per say… Just different.
He opened the can and raised it to his lips. The doorbell rang. Tre glanced at the clock. ‘Who would come over at 10 o’clock?’ He thought, annoyed. He scratched his bare chest, having forgotten a shirt, and trekked to the door. He looked through the peephole and saw a girl with longer brown hair, looking down at her feet. From what he could tell, she was dressed just in a hoody and a pair of jeans, a cigarette hanging from her mouth that provided no warmth. She shivered and he opened the door slightly. A pair of green eyes looked up at him, a look of sadness splashed across her pale features. It took all he had to keep from gasping.
“Happy birthday.” She said, inviting herself in. He let her through and set the can down behind the door and watched her go into the living room. He ran up the stairs and through a tighter-fitting black t-shirt on and a pair of black jeans over his boxers. He ran back down the stairs and saw her sitting there.
This was not how he imagined him meeting up with her again.
“I figured I would drop by. Say happy birthday, see how you were doing.” She explained, standing up. Her eyes raked over his person, looking at every detail. He hadn’t shaved in a week, he hardly slept. He had chain-drank. She bit her lip and came closer, sniffing. “How are you?” Tre gaped at her, eyes wide. “Are you gonna say anything to me?” He merely stood there like the adolescent boy he had always been. “Fine, I’ll leave then.”
Tre held onto her hand, pulling her back in the room. “Where the fuck have you been? I was worried fucking sick when you left!” He said meanly at her. She rolled her eyes, scoffing at him.
“Tre, you cheated on me.” She said plainly. He rolled his yes mockingly at her.
“So did you. I know about your late-night make-out sessions with Jakey-boy.” He said. She gasped, her face reddening. “I didn’t blame you. At least you didn’t sleep with him, however.”
“Tre, I needed someone! You nearly killed me when you quit caring after our scare!” She defended. He gritted his teeth and grabbed her arms.
“I didn’t quit caring! I was scared, just like you!” He said, dropping her to the couch. She growled and lunged at him, wrapping her fingers around his throat. This is what they needed; to get their feelings about each other out in the open.
“You shut down completely! I call that quitting!” She said, smacking him across the face. He paused and looked at her. Her eyes widened when she had realized what they had been reduced to.
“I’m sorry.” He said. She nodded.
“I’m sorry too.” She responded. She took a breath and the next step. “I love you, Tre.”
He looked up. That was the first time… “I-I love you too, Ally.” They made eye contact and Ally was once again thrown to the couch, but this time for a completely different reason.
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Tre walked into the recording studio, clean-shaven and a smile on his face. Mike and Billie cocked an eyebrow each, smiling a little. Only one thing could’ve made him this happy, and that thing was highly unlikely to happen. Billie was the first to break the ice.
“Did Ally come back to you or something?” He asked. Tre nodded, his smile widening.
“Yeah. I’m so happy. We, uh.. We made up last night, so I’m a little tired.” He said, blushing slightly. Billie rolled his eyes.
“You’re just gonna let her back without anything? She cheated, man.” He said. Tre rolled his eyes and pushed past him, sitting down at his drum set. Billie stood there, mouth hanging open.
“Billie?” He started. The singer looked up. “Shut the fuck up.”
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That was a joy to write. And Billie is such an asshole in this story... I think I may make that different. ;)
But anyway, everyone who read, thanks. Everyone who read and reviewed (a whole one of you! :D), thank you so much Row! I absolutely adore you and I need to get back into Family Tradition!
Til next time.
Sally//Skel
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