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The Babysitter	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 12260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Babysitter Chapter 19

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I don't own anybody in this fic except the people you don't recognize

Notes: In the home stretch.

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“What the hell are you doing down there?”

The bathroom light made Ava flinch and she sat up, her hand over her eyes. The candle wax was pooled in the floor, caked in the edge of the rug. She didn't remember falling asleep. “Good morning to you too.”

Cara snorted, reaching down for the forgotten picture. When she saw what it was she sneered. “Are you still hung up on this?”

“Just leave it alone, Cara, please,” Ava crawled to the bathroom mirror, hating her reflection she pushed handfuls of hair out of her eyes. She felt hungover.

Her eyes were swollen from crying and she was stiff from sleeping on the floor. Ava turned on the tap, reaching for a bottle of face wash.

“It's been months, kid, you should-”

“Don't call me that!” And I told you to leave it alone, Caralynn.” She bent her head in the sink, washing her face liberally with warm water.

“Aviva Elizabeth Monroe-” Cara shoved the picture in the mirror frame, “You are acting like a child.”

Ava stared at her friend, water dripping off her face in rivulets.

“You heard me, Ava. You didn't go to your graduation party because the band was stupid. We missed the senior beach party because you didn't want to tan, and I know Matt's thrown a few that you wouldn't go to because he's your ex- You got dumped, you diva, it's not the end of the fucking world!”

“Are you listening to yourself?” Ava turned off the water and rubbed her face vigorously with a towel. “I'm hurting and you're bitching about parties? And how can you be dating Matt? He's my-”

“He's your ex! Who you didn't even really care about, I might add, and you've been moping around here for a month! Oh, poor little Ava, her older guy boyfriend figured out she's just as insecure as every other seventeen year old on the planet and didn't want to wait for her to grow up!”

“That has absolutely-- fuck you, Cara! You don't know anything about Billie and me and all you've done since you've gotten here is do drugs and fuck Matt Parker-- like I won't notice. And how can you be with him anyway? He practically raped me!”

Cara went absolutely still. When she spoke her voice trembled. “If you knew what that word really meant you wouldn't throw it around so easy.”

Ava was surprised at the vehemence in Cara's voice, but she shook it off quickly. “You still don't have any right to tell me anything-”

“Oh, right, because I'm just your best friend-- the druggie bitch who parties to hard and spends her time fucking whoever's interested. Excuse me for not being grateful to her highness for giving me the time of day since I'm so obviously a charity case!”

“Cara- where is all this coming from?” Ava didn't try to keep the shock out of her voice. She didn't see Cara that way at all! But, a little voice in the back of her head whispered, you do think you're better. She did not!

“You know what-- never mind. Look at me, Ava! I've been sober for the past three weeks, not that you'd notice.” Cara rolled her eyes, “Look- say what you want about Matt. He's a manipulative prick, I know. But I was there, Ava.”

“I don't want to talk about this.” Ava brushed past her friend and into the bedroom. With two girls living in it, it was messier than usual. She was picking through clothing piles when Cara got to her.

“You're going to hear this, little girl. You forget, it's me you're talking to. I've seen you on some pretty fucked up shit and I know what you're like. You weren't main lining heroine, it was acid. Fucking acid. And you were as into going down on Matt as he was into letting you-”

“Shut up, Cara!”

“I will not!” Cara ran a hand through her hair, eyes blazing. “Billie, Tre, hell even Tom can coddle you all you want them to. Oh, poor, poor Ava-- well fuck that! You're not hurt because he dumped you and you know it!”

“Oh yeah?” Ava whipped the nightshirt over her head and threw it. Cara sidestepped. Ava started jerking on jeans, so angry she was stumbling. “Well, tell me Cara-- what's my big problem since you're so fucking much more in tune than I am, huh?”

“You're pissed at yourself, Ava! It has shit all to do with Billie and oh he abandoned you and fuck it you weren't good enough for him. It's killing you that you finally crossed th line. You got high and you sucked off Matt because it felt good at the time. Oh, it sucks, baby, it really does cause now you're no better than me!”

Ava stopped, breast heaving. Cara gave her a long, long look.

“That's it, isn't it?” Cara laughed shortly. “So, how does it feel, doll? You were so angry and so hurt that you'd do anything to get him back. No matter how cheap it made you feel, right?”

Ava's silence was deafening. She was frozen in the middle of a pile of clothes.

“I asked you a question.”

Ava winced, “I felt so dirty the next day-- when I remembered,” she bit her lip. “And his face-- how could I h-hurt him like that?”

“It worked, though,” Cara side stepped a pile of clothes. “You did hurt him.”

“But I didn't mean to-”

“Yes you did.”

“Yeah, I did. He made me so angry. And Matt was there. And the acid hadn't kicked in yet. And I knew what he wanted. And afterward he-”

“I know, doll,” Cara opened her arms and Ava let her hug her.

“What does that say though, about me? That I'd do... that just because he--”

“You were mad, baby,” Cara rubbed Ava's back in small circles, “You can't- I mean- You were angry and you'd been drinking. Not to mention it's been awhile for you and the recreational stuff. It happened.”

“How do you deal with it?”

“You deal with it. You realize you did it. You accept that it happened. That you made the choice. You don't hide from it. You move on. It's all you can do.” Cara sighed, “I'm self indulgent, doll. Always have been. I do what I do because I want to do it and live my life according to whether or not I feel like giving into my baser urges.”

“I'm sorry I thought I was better than you.”
“S'okay. Just because I'm crazy don't mean I'm out of control.”

Ava laughed softly. “Where did you get all this?”

“Welcome to Hardcore Zen.” Cara laughed, “Remember when we were twelve and sampled my dad's liquor cabinet and mom sent me to that camp for troubled teens because she said she'd run out of options? Yeah... it was a monastery in New Mexico with a lot of monks.”

“You're kidding.”

“Nope,” Cara lifted a shoulder, “I lived in a dirt floor room with a sleeping pallet.” She sighed, “Best thing to ever happen to me.”

Ava lifted her head from her friend's shoulder, “How come I never heard about any of this?”

Cara shrugged, “We usually end up talking about you. Besides, it didn't seem important.”

“Dude, just because I'm a drama queen doesn't mean I don't care about your life, Cara.”

“Yeah, I know,” she shrugged again.

Ava's eyes narrowed, “Have you really been sober for the past three weeks?”

“Matt told me I couldn't stay away from the stuff.”

“How long's it going to last?” Ava was in shock. Had she really been so self absorbed she hadn't noticed any of this? She looked at Cara like she'd never seen her before. Cara shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny.

“Quit lookin at me like that, man, you're freakin' me out.” Her face changed, went softer, “I don't know, he's like me, you know? He... gets me. It's weird too because he can be such an asshole. But yeah.”

Ava was silent, considering. She'd dated Matt for a long, long time. And Cara was right. She should have seen it. Matt was totally Cara with a penis. “I hope you guys are happy.”

“Yeah?”

Ava rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. “Yeah,” she reached in the floor for a shirt. The silence stretched before Cara broke it.

“You know what?”

“Huh?” Ava was trying to remember if she'd worn the shirt in her hand the day before or not.

“Let's get dressed up. We'll do something just us. I'll call Matt and cancel and we'll go shopping or something.”

“Shopping?” Ava looked incredulous.

Cara winked, tossing her a pseudo-corset top made from a Syd and Nancy movie tee shirt. The words Live fast/Die pretty emblazoned for anybody interested. “Or something.”

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Three hours later they were walking along a busy street eating ice cream and avoiding small children. They past a girl with extremely short hair that stuck up about an inch all around her head. Ava nodded to her, chomping her ice cream. “I wish I had the guts to do that.”

Cara glanced at the girl and then scrutinized Ava, lifting her hands, connected at the thumbs, “I think it'd be hot,” she said finally.

“Yeah?” Ava blushed, fingering her still deep purple dyed hair.

they were still walking and Cara looked pointedly at a salon on the corner. “I'll even let you pick what color to do my hair.”

Ava stared. Cara may cut her hair crazy, but her white-blonde locks were as virgin as the day she was born. “Are you serious?”

“No day but today, right?”

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“Daddy, that girl looks just like Ava!” Jakob pointed over the wrought iron fence of the outdoor cafe, his stubby little hand insistent.

“Ava's in Japan, Jake,” Billie went back to coaxing Joe into eating the cut up pieces of PB&J. Joe was having no part of it. To bad Tom'd sent her away, though-- he missed her-- and she was the only one short of God who could get Joe to eat when he didn't want to.

He sighed, he'd almost called her so many times over the past month. Almost sent flowers, almost done all kinds of things he thought he was way above. Then two weeks ago he'd seen Tom at Jane's office. Tom dropped the bombshell: Ava's mother decided Ava had gone wild in California and wanted her back. Well, he thought with a reluctant sigh, it was over, then.

“Ava, Ava, Ava!” Joe's voice was loud and insistent and the teenage girl with the to short hair stopped at their table. Her face broke into an all-to-familiar grin and she waved wildly.

“Hey, little man, how the heck are ya?”

“Ava?” Billie was looking at her like he'd never seen her before. Jake was standing on his chair, reaching over the fence, Ava was giving him a bear hug.

“Ava we missed you!”

She grinned, closing her eyes and hugging the little boy tighter. When she released him she looked at Billie. Eyes careful, unsure. He couldn't' believe she was looking at him like that. Like she didn't know what he'd do. “I missed you too,” she ran a hand through Jake's hair, her other hand fingering her own shorn locks. “Hey, Billie.”

“Your hair-”

“Hi Billie!” Cara grinned pointedly. Billie nodded to her tightly, taking n her now cherry red, crimped, chin length 'do. Then he turned his full attention back to Ava.

“When did you-”

“Just now. I think I like it.” She had a thick black leather choker at her neck and gauntlets on each wrist. Some corset top with maybe three buttons done that showed more breast and belly than it covered, leather pants and motorcycle boots. The hair ws so short it highlighted Ava's cheekbones. It should have made her look boyish, not prettier.

Cara looked like an anime character.

He smiled faintly, Ava's hair was practically shorter than his, “It suits you,” his fingers ached to run through it.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, “You look great. Your dad said he sent you to Japan.”

Cara's eyes narrowed perceptively.

Ava laughed, “He was going to, but Ma's in Munich now,so that's not gonna happen.”

“Oh. Really? Wow-” He was fishing and he knew it. His kids saved him.

“Ava, how come you don't play with us anymore?”

“Yeah- you can be Squidward this time!”

Ava bit her lip, “Guys-”

“Boys, we talked about this,” Billie cast her an apologetic glance, “Ava's got a lot going on right now. Remember how busy you are when your friends come to play.”

“Nah-uh, dad! Cause Ava likes playing with our friends!” Jake looked at Cara, “Why won't you share?”

“Jake!”

“Billie!” Ava was slightly shocked at the tone in Billie's voice. Seemed Jake was too, his face started a slow crumble. Billie looked instantly contrite.

“Dammit- Jakob,” he reached across the table, but the kid stood up on his chair again, lunging at Ava. She caught him before he fell over the fence. Ava staggered under the extra weight, her eyes wide.

“Jakob,” she murmured, her eyes not leaving Billie, her hands holding his son's legs, “Jake,” she laughed, “Jake, come on-”

“No! Dad said you had other things, and that you were in Japan. But he lied! You're not in Japan and you're here now!”

Ava looked at Cara and her friend shrugged, Cara never pretended to be good with kids. She tried to disentangle Jake's arms, but he tightened his hold. Ava's eyes swung to Billie and he was frozen. She was starting to feel a bit frantic when Joe took up the cry as well.

“Ava-! Daddy, make Ava stay!”

“Billie-”

“Mr. Armstrong, is there a problem?”
“No, check please,” he was reaching over the fence, Ava staggered toward him. Jake's weight making her fight to move.

“Jake, honey, please,” Ava was fighting panic. “Come on, darlin', go to daddy.” She hadn't thought about the kids really. She missed them, sure, but she'd not thought that they'd care that she wasn't there any more. She was just the babysitter to them. Ava just wanted to get out of there.

“No!”

“Jake,” between Billie and Ava they got his arms lose from her neck. Billie wrapped one arm under his armpits and used the other to grab for legs. He wondered in the back of his mind why tantrums gave kids super strength. “Come on, buddy, Ava needs to go.” Usually it was Joe, you know with the two thing. He was lost about what to do with Jake.

“NO!” Jakob fought as hard as he could, arms straining toward Ava. “Daddy, no! You make her stay!”

Joe's voice wasn't helping the cacophony.

Ava's eyes were huge, searching Billie's for what to do, bright with tears. He wanted to say something to her. To tell her it wasn't her fault. He should have handled it better. But he was to busy fighting Jake and she was back away. Fleeing.

“I should- I'm sorry. Jake, I'm sorry.” She waved for Cara and stumbled backward. Her feet were taking her to the street.

“Ava, wait! Daddy, no!”

“Ava-”

“Ava, maybe we should-”

“AVA!”

She never saw the car.
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