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Suicide Blonde	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 2244 -:- 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 Two

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I don't own anybody but the band

Notes: Sorry it took so long, guys. I've got a new job and things are beyond crazy. Thanks so much for being patient.

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“What could you be if you were anything?” Alex's voice floated through the darkness and Ava fumbled for the bedside lamp, groaning in the early morning absence of light.

“What the hell are you babbling about?” Her voice sounded like a smoky bar singer's and Alex remembered how much he loved it.

“I'm serious. What would you be if you could be anything?” He was sitting up against the headboard, his head right next to the crooked, black and white feet of Elvis on the wall.

She sat up too, straightening her sleep shirt and putting a pillow between her head and the headboard. “If I could be anything I wanted?”

“Yeah, anything at all.”

“I'd be me.” She shrugged at his look. “I'm serious, Alex. Why would you want to be something else?”

“I dunno. It just gets hard, is all. With Jah bitching about starting a revolution and Dave complaining that his job doesn't pay shit and me stuck in between because I'm the fucking peacemaker... I dunno. It just gets old.”

Ava was silent for a while, thinking. He knew she was thinking because she got that far away look that she got sometimes. That look that said she was thinking about her life the way it was before. Before she moved to Boston and before Alex talked her into moving to New York with him. Her life with Him. Whoever Him was, that guy that she was still so in love with she never even considered the thousands of come ons she got just walking down the street. Jah said Ava was beyond all the relationship bullshit. A perfect being or whatever. Alex knew that was bull. He figured Dave was more right. That Ava was asexual like Joan Jett, this person that could go either way, but didn't because she didn't feel like it.

Alex knew she was still in love with the guy. Whoever he was. “How come you're here?” He asked finally.

Ava blinked, surprised out of her inner monologue. “What?”

“I'm serious. How come you're here. You could be any place. We all know your dad's got money, Ava. How come you're living in fucking Alphabet City in illegal housing when you could be on Fifth Avenue if you wanted?” That was another thing he and Jah and Dave talked about. Ava's motives. She didn't say much about herself. Jah said it was because she had a wandering soul. Dave said it was because she liked slumming it. Pretending she was bohemian or whatever.

“Because you're here.”

“Huh?” Alex didn't keep the incredulity out of his voice. It wasn't like they were dating. Far from it. Alex was pretty sure Ava hadn't had sex or fuck, done anything sexual since high school. Since Him. Whoever the fuck He was.

Ava sighed. She curled her arms around her knees and bit her lip. “Alex-”

He hated it when she got that lost look. Like she didn't know what she was supposed to say or do or anything. Like she'd woken up and found out everything about her life that was her life wasn't right and she was supposed to fix it right there in front of him. He'd do anything to make her not have that look anymore. Jah and Dave knew, but he was pretty sure Ava didn't. And that was probably the hardest thing.

“Alex,” she said again, just his name and he was all ears because her voice was gently chiding and because he could tell that whatever it was she was thinking was painful to her. “You saved me in Boston. Remember?”

“Why, because I talked you into staying at Berkeley?”

“Yeah. I wanted to leave. I wanted to go home and take everything back and tell Daddy that I wasn't as good as he and B-... everyone said I was. And there you were. And you were telling me the teachers didn't understand me. That they didn't know shit about my kind of music. That they just didn't get it. And it was like you understood.”

She was resting her temple against her knees so that she was watching him. And the way she was looking at him made him want to wrap her up and not let her go even though he knew that she'd never want anything more from him than just friends. “I did understand.”

“I know, Alex. And that saved my life.” She let out a sigh and straightened, leaning against the headboard and looking him directly in the eye. “I came to New York because you asked me to. I'm living in Alphabet City because you want me to. Whatever you want, Alex. My life isn't about things it never has been. We're twin souls, you and I. And when Fate sends you somebody like that, who truly gets it... you don't just leave 'em to do the smart thing.”

“You read that in one of those Eastern Religion books?”

“I didn't need to,” she settled against him and he jumped. It was so rare that she touched anybody that he didn't fight it. “I love you, Alex.”

“I love you too, baby.” He closed his eyes and enjoyed the touch, understanding without having to be told that this was the best he was going to get from her.

“Were you and Jah serious? About starting a band?” Her voice was muffled against his chest and he shifted so he could understand her better.

“Yeah, we just have to convince Dave. Why? You interested?”

“I've been messing around with some stuff, yeah.”

“Cool.”

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“So, a Taoist, and agnostic, a Rasta, and a Baptist walk into a bar... and they tear the place down,” the reporter was talking but Ava wasn't really listening. She was behind the Japanese screen, taking off the stage clothes and going for something more glam. Her hair was already fluffed a la Marilyn and she was going for a young Liz Taylor look. Ever since that time she'd practically shaved her head she pretty much kept her hair above her shoulders. It was easier that way. And she liked it curled like this. Looked cool in a retro way.

“Yeah, we're a weird combination, but it's cool, you know?” Alex was always the ring leader. Since before Ava could remember. He was great at that kinda stuff.

“How do you feel about winning your first MTV award?” The reporter guy was holding out a mic, Ava wasn't sure why he thought he needed it, the room wasn't that big.

Jah answered this time, laughing. “Well, our girl 'as a new place to 'ang 'er jewelry.”

“So the awards don't matter?”

“Well-” Dave started, eyes sparkling.

“They're cool and everything-” Alex began.

“But we know we rock, so who cares what everybody else thinks.” Ava finished, coming out from behind the screen in a tight fitting, black number with a strap running around her neck that stopped just above her knees. There was a slit up the back that made Alex raise his eyebrows and the look must have been great because that was the picture of the band that the camera man flashed. Ava's smile dazzled.

The reporter started again, “So what exactly is your band's message? You all have very different backgrounds, why come together as one?”

“Because we fuckin' rock,” Dave answered, lifting his Bud in a toast.

“Cause they were the only people who fit my schedule,” Alex answered.

“We're gonna change the world. But not wit the way yer thinkin'.” Jah finished.

“And you, Ava?”

“It sounded fun.” Ava was looking past the reporter's shoulder, at the crush of people milling around back stage. Suddenly she grinned, looking years younger. “Jake-!” And she was passed the reporter and the camera man, launching herself at an eleven year old.

“Hey, does she know dem people?” Jah stage whispered and Alex shrugged, looking just as surprised. Dave swilled his beer.

“This better not be a weird Michael Jackson, Peter Pan, Mary Kay Latourneau thing.” The bassist muttered.

“Ava, Ava, Ava!” The kid grabbed her back and they sorta hugged the shit out of each other for a bit. When Ava released him she grinned, looking happier than Alex remembered seeing her in a while. “You totally rocked, man! Tre said, like, you were way sexy and Mike didn't stop swigging his whiskey and dad-”

“Jake,” the man Alex assumed was Jake's dad held a warning note. Ava fell back a step. Alex registered exactly who he was looking at.

“Billie,” Ava began as soon as Billie Joe fucking Armstrong said her name.

“Ava...” His voice trailed and he looked unsure. His eyes held a touch of wonder. “You look-”

“You too.”

“No, I mean, that dress-”

Ava waved a hand, “Just something I found at a thrift store. Do you really-?”

“Yeah.”

There was a ringing in Alex's ears.

“So much for 'er bein' single, mon.” Jah muttered, looking highly amused.

“Hey, ain't that like a third of Green Day?” Dave scratched his head, “How does Ava know Green Day?” He turned to look at Alex, “Did we know she knew Green Day?”

“Shut up, Dave.” Nothing was going to be the same. Ever.
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