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You May Drown	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 2031 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: You May Drown Chapter Four
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Nobody's mine but Legs.
Notes: Hope whoever's reading likes this one. And hey, don't be afraid to review.
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When I got out of the scorching hot shower I toweled my hair and braided it into one long braid down my back. I was wearing a tee shirt I'd had since i was a little girl, the cookie monster with a mound of cookies and the words 'C is for Cookie' emblazoned in Romanian. A pair of loose fitting jeans that I think actually belonged to an old boyfriend and I was done.
Tre sat on the bed, the lamp had been righted and my suit case sat at his feet. I didn't get a chance to ask what he was on about because as soon as he saw me he was up. “I thought about it and while you're in California you're staying with me.”
I raised an eyebrow, “I am?”
“Yeah, you are.” He picked up the suitcase. “I think this is everything, unless-”
“I've a bag in the bathroom,” he dropped the suitcase with a dull thud and brushed past me into the bathroom. By the time I got back to it he was throwing things in my train case. “Do I get a say in this?” I crossed my arms under my breasts and leaned against the door jamb, watching him.
He threw the last bottle in the bag, cast around to make sure he'd not forgotten anything and then zipped it closed. “I want you to come stay with me. Just for a while to-”
“To get me away from Billie?” He had the good grace to blush, “I'm not asking you to save me, Tre.”
“I know,” he stepped closer to me, putting hands on my hips, “You really had me worried earlier.”
“I'm sorry,” his eyes were compelling and I thought for a moment that if I let go, if fell into them I might get lost. I might drown. “But I can't-”
“Legs. Please?”
I sighed. “Only for a while, only until-”
“Until the wind changes, I get it.” He grinned and I got the feeling he felt he'd won a huge victory. “Come on, I already told the desk we were leaving.”
“Well you've thought of everything, haven't you?”
He grinned, looking boyish all over again and he was so close I was struck by the urge to kiss him. It must have shown on my face because he was suddenly serious. He tipped his head, as though to kiss me and then suddenly pulled back, his face troubled. “Come on, we should go.”
I pulled back too, taking the case from his hadn and watching as he grabbed the suitcase. “What about your things?” I asked finally when we got to the elevator.
He shrugged and I got the distinct impression he didn't care if he got back whatever was in his hotel room or not.
“Well, what happens when we get to your place?”
He turned to look at me in the elevator and leered for a second before grinning wide. “I think you could do with a nap. And then from there... we'll see.”
“Ah,” silence save for bad seventies Muzak. It was awkward and I wondered if he felt the heaviness of it too or was it just my own insecurities talking.
The checkout was uneventful and valet services already had his SUV waiting when we left the sparkling lobby. I climbed up into the passenger seat and immediately snuggled into the soft leather seat. While he loaded my things into the back I cast around for a blanket. Finding none I decided to settle for the leather jacket thrown ver the seat behind me. By the time he climbed into the driver's seat I was using it as a blanket, huddled under it with my chin resting on my knees.
He laughed, “Comfortable?”
I shrugged under the jacket, “Do you mind?”
“Nah,” he started the engine and something blared out from the speakers. I jumped and he muttered a 'sorry', pressed a few buttons and put the Escalade into gear. “I live a couple of hours away, so nap if you want.”
“Planned on it, thanks,” I snuggled a bit more just to make a show if it. “Is this Joop! ?” I asked, sniffing a familiar smell on the collar.
“Yeah, like it?” We pulled out of the hotel's parking lot, “Now where the fuck is the freeway?”
“I wear this same scent.”
He looked at me sidelong. “You wear men's cologne?”
“Sure, I like the smell.” He gave me a look and I rolled my eyes, “Do I look like the type to wear fruity girly stuff?”
“You are-” He laughed again, shaking his head.
I made a face, “How do you put this seat back?”
Rolling his eyes, one of Tre's hands left the steering wheel and slid down the side of my seat. He released a catch and I found myself staring up at the truck's ceiling. “Better?”
“Yeah, thanks.” I closed my eyes, trying to nap and was wide awake. I muttered and turned on my side under the seatbelt, re situating myself under the jacket. I stared up at him, a wave of meloncholy hitting me as I looked at his profile. I side and he glanced down quickly before his eyes went back to the road.
“'Sup, Legs?”
I sighed again and felt the salty prick of another wave of tears. “He didn't even take off his clothes.”
Tre sighed, his jaw clenching hard.
“I'm sorry, you don't want to hear this.” I bit my lip and made an effort to not let myself break. I could cry when I was alone.
“Look, baby,” His gaze flicked from the road to me and back again, “You gotta understand-” his cell phone trilled and he cursed, digging it out of his pocket. Glancing at the face plate, he hit a button and dropped it into the empty cup holder. “Billie's a friend of mine. And I know you didn't ask for any of this. And I know he's been a total jackass to you- but I can only take so much of wanting to kick his ass, okay?”
“You don't want me to talk about him to you,” I translated softly.
“Not just yet,” his face softened and he rested his right hand on my hip, I could feel it heavy through the jacket. “I need to figure out where I stand first.”
“You just met me. You don't have to be my defender,” I touched his wrist, the leather separating our skin. “I'll understand, you know.”
He grinned, flashing teeth and squeezing my hip through the coat. “I sorta like the whole black knight thing,” he winked, “I say black knight because you know Galahad didn't get much pussy.” I laughed and he opened his mouth, then promptly shut it.
“What?”
“Nothin', never mind.”
“Tre-”
“Never mind.”
We stopped at a light and I sat up, the jacket falling back from my body but not falling down. “Please tell me.”
He sighed, “I feel like such a perv with you.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he ran a hand through his hair and growled low in his throat, “This whole thing with Billie. I know it's getting' to you and here I am,” he laughed again and I noticed his ears were tinged red. “I'm sorta diggin' on you, Legs.”
“Me too,” I murmured finally, not sure why his admission made my palms go sweaty.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I looked at his hands on the steering wheel. “But see, I have to know.”
“Know what?”
I shrugged, “Everything. That's why this thing with him is getting to me so much. I can't take being lied to, even a little bit.”
“So... no secrets?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“What's your real name?” We were at another stoplight. His smile told me he really didn't expect an answer. I grinned, I don't know what made me want to be honest with him. I reached behind me, grabbing the strap of my overnight bag and yanking it to me. My wallet was in the outside pocket and I palmed my driver's license quickly. I handed it to him and he looked at it, driving at the same time. The grin that broke his face made me glad I told him.
“You're kidding.”
“Nope.”
“That's too good.”
“I know.”
“Billie'll shit himself if he finds out.” He passed the license back to me.
“He already knows, he just doesn't realize it.”
Tre shook his head. “You're something else, lady.”
“So they tell me.”
“We're almost here,” he pulled off the road into a subdivision with a lot of expensive looking houses. His house was at the end of a cul-de-sac his yard sprawling out around it. As we pulled into the drive a woman walked out, suitcase in hand followed by a teen with an overnight bag. “Fuck.” He muttered, parking the car, “What're they still doing here?”
I felt something twist in my gut, but didn't say anything as he killed the ignition. He slid out of the truck and slung an arm around the kid. His manner easy. He's not trying to hide this, it cant' be as bad as I'm thinking I told myself, watching. I still felt sick. The woman was pretty. She was smiling, nodding, looking apologetic and then she pecked him on the cheek and she and the kid were getting into a car and pulling out. He watched them drive off and then turned to look at me through the window glass. I stared at him.
Confusion on his face and then understanding. He was around to my side of the SUV and my door was open pretty damn fast. “Legs, it's not what you're thinking.”
I stared at him.
“She's my ex, darlin'.”
I blinked.
“Legs-”
“Then why was she here?”
He looked relieved. I wondered how upset I'd looked, me thinking I can school my emotions and all. He reached around me to undo my seat belt and I let him, even though I couldn't help shrinking back.
“When we split we decided it'd be better to stay together for Frank.” His body leaned over mine on the seat and I tried to come up with a reason to not believe him.
“How many kids do you have, anyway?”
Relief was a slow drizzle through his eyes, like honey. “Two that I know of.”
“And you swear you're not married or dating or otherwise tied down?”
“I've got two sets of divorce papers hangin' in my office to prove it.” He cocked his head to the side, “No secrets, remember? Do you really think I'd bullshit you?”
I nodded my head, showing I believed him, then letting him draw me out of the car. I was suddenly tired. “Nap time?”
He grinned, arms moving lightning fast and suddenly I was completely out of the seat and in his arms. I threw my arms around his neck, kicking my legs in surprise. He laughed against my chest, nudging the door closed with his hip. “Baby, you read my mind.”
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