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Suicide Blonde	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 3766 -:- 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 Seven
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not sure why I’m sticking this up here, if you want to know how I don’t own Green Day then see above.
Notes: I hope people are still reading this since it’s been so long that I’ve updated.
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Ava woke the next morning and stretched gloriously. She groaned deep, stretching so that her toes curled and her back arched like a cat.
And she wacked Billie in the face with her left fist.
“Hey!” He rolled over, grabbing her around the waste, “Watch it, you,” he growled in her ear. Ava laughed, writhing as he tickled her.
“Stop it-!” She gasped, struggling to breathe, and then he was kissing her and everything was right. Just right. Ava’s bare breasts felt heavenly against his chest. This was where she was supposed to be. It was lucky Alex hadn’t come back. Oh shit. “Alex-!” She sat straight up, breaking the kiss. Billie laughed, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.
“Not the reaction I was going for, when I’m trying to rock your world,” he touched her shoulder. “What’s wrong?” “Alex didn’t come back to the room last night.” She was struggling over the side of the bed for her jeans, looking for her cell phone.
“Ava.”
“Jesus, I hope he’s okay, he doesn’t know Berkeley very well.”
“Ava…”
“God, we were supposed to meet for dinner or something last night and I never called him, he’s got to be frantic.”
“Ava!”
“What?!” She looked over her shoulder at him, exasperated.
Billie laughed, not able to help himself. “He’s not a two-year-old, kid.”
“Well yeah, I know, but he’s never been to California before.”
“Ava,” he broke off laughing. Not sure if he should be worried that she was treating her guitarist like a puppy or a kid.
“What is so funny?” She put her hands on her hips. It probably would have been a more effective pose had she not been completely naked.
“You,” he grabbed her forearm, yanking her across the bed and back up next to him. “Ava, he came back last night.”
“He did?” She shoved off his chest and glared at him, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Because you were exhausted,” Billie blew on his nails and buffed them against his shoulder, “I like to think I had a little something to do with that, by the way.” At her look he rolled his eyes, “Look, he looked pretty embarrassed to be walking in like that and didn’t want to wake you. He grabbed his stuff and told me to tell you he was getting another room.”
“But he didn’t want to talk to me?” She looked so crestfallen that Billie couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her.
“Honey, it’s sortof a weird situation.”
“Well, yeah, I know, but—“
“Should I be worried that this is such a big deal to you?” He sat back, looking her full in the face.
“What do you mean?” And she looked so open and confused whatever it was he was thinking he had to let go of. There was no way they were… Well, there just wasn’t any way.
“Nothin’, baby, come here,” he pulled her to him and Ava sighed against his body. They fit well together. “Let’s go take a shower, huh?”
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“This is a great fuckin’ room,” Alex laughed at Liza as she sat bent over the wet bar.
“Great room or a great liquor cabinet?”
“Both,” She tossed him one of the mini-bottles of Jack and a can of Coke.
“Thanks,” he set his acoustic aside and set to mixing the drink. She’d been here since early this morning. He’d finally called her at about four, it was just hard to sleep. It’d been literally years since he’d had to sleep alone and it was weird how he couldn’t fall asleep without Ava hogging the covers or huddled against him like he was going to beat off the monsters in the closet or some shit. The way he figured it, she’d slept pretty damn good last night.
Liza jumped into the chaise next to his armchair. “Penny, dude.”
“Ava’s got some guy up in our room.” It was weird how he didn’t even try to lie to her. To Jah and Dave he’d pretend something else, like he was trying to come up with song lyrics or some shit. Liza shrugged.
“Well, hey, good for her, she’s getting’ some. You said it’d been what, like five years?”
“Two and a half,” he thought back to that night when he’d walked into their fifth floor walk up and she’d been in the labrous process of going down on the guy from 2B. Some skinny emo-kid who wore chick’s jeans and listened to bands like Broken Lung or something equally dumb. He kicked back the Jack and Coke and tried to be mad at her. Funny thing was he usually just ended up feeling like it wasn’t her fault and he was the jackass. Liza arched an eyebrow.
“Either way, sounds like she needed to get laid. S’not like you weren’t equally busy yesterday.” She touched his knee through the hole in his jeans. “Listen, does she even know that you feel this way?”
He gave her a look, “She’d be stupid not to.”
“Or she’s pretending she doesn’t know so she doesn’t have to deal with it. Have you actually come right out and said to her ‘Ava, I’m so in love with you I can’t even see straight’?”
“She won’t let me.”
“D’you ever stop to think that maybe she’s just plain not interested?”
“Yeah,” he leaned forward so that their noses were touching, “Is that what you want me to say, Doctor? I know she’s not interested. But there’s just… something.”
“Yeah…” Liza looked deep into his face, “I think any woman would be positively nuts not to want somebody like you.”
And he believed her. Because after years of doing everything for Ava, of being everything for her, her father, brother, friend, fucking confessor, everything but what he wanted to be to her… He couldn’t take it any more. He had to take something for himself. And if that meant…
Well, he didn’t know what that meant.
But as he kissed Liza’s caramel lips, looked deep into her chocolate brown eyes that were both ironic and concerned, he grabbed onto that thing that he wanted with both hands. And for a second, just a split second, he closed his eyes and pretended that it was Ava.
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“So what’re we doing today?” He asked as she put the finishing touches on her makeup.
“I don’t know, Mel’s got some reporter people he wants the band to talk to this afternoon and we’ve got a sound check at a club downtown.”
“You’re performing tonight?”
“No, actually we’re all getting caught unawares while some other band performs and we’re getting coaxed up onstage.” She rolled her eyes.
“You’re joking.”
“Nope, Mel’s idea, he wants to expand our fan base and show that we’re fun and impulsive as well as brooding and intense.”
“God, that is…”
“The absolute dumbest thing you’ve ever heard?”
“Actually, it’s pretty brilliant.” He laughed, grabbing he hips, “You’ve got a pretty good manager, you know.”
“Well coming from you, I’ll take that as a good thing.”
“Now, what is that supposed to mean?” He planted his chin on her shoulder and gazed soulfully at her in the mirror. Ava stuck her tongue out at him.
“Nothing, just that you’ve been doing this for, like, I don’t know, forever. So you’d know a good idea if you heard one.”
“Did you just call me old?” He spun her around and planted his hands on either side of her hips on the counter’s edge.
“Well I don’t think you need to be breaking out the little blue pills yet, but… yeah,” she shrieked when he lifted her bodily up on the counter, “Billie-!”
“What?” He murmured, his lips against the fleshy part of her chest just before her breast started. “Cause I was thinkin’ about proving how I’m not that old and actually pretty damn spry and able to make love like a fifteen year old farm boy… or something equally young and manly…”
“You’re such a freak,” She wrapped her arms around his neck, “But I sorta dig it.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” she shoved her hands in his hair, “But baby, we really don’t have time, you know? There’s a ton other things I want to do today.”
“Like… what?” He bit her shoulder playfully.
“Like… matching tattoos…?”
“You’re joking, right?”
Ava grinned, hopping off the counter.
“Ava?”
“Come on, we’ve got stuff to do.”
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“That was amazing.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah, you’re so… I mean, wow.” Liza looked up at him through a curtain of hair.
Alex stretched and winked at her, not even hiding how good that made him feel. “I sorta thought the second time was my personal best.”
“You might be right, but the fourth time you did that thing with your back. How’d you learn that, anyway?”
“A magician never tells,” he winked, “What else do you have in that bag of tricks, anyway?”
Liza shrugged, tossing the spinning arrow board toward the coffee table. She’d brought over a bunch of board games just for the hell of it, figuring she’d work through them for her marketing class. After a monster marathon of Scrabble, then two games of Monopoly, they’d moved onto Twister. Parker Brothers sure as hell knew where it was at.
“How do you feel about Sorry! ?”
“Sounds good to me,” he reached for the bag, “So why are we doing this again?”
“Because I still have classes and you’re the only one of my friends who isn’t sick of my stupid professor and his dumbass assignments. Did you know once he had us buy Barbie’s and write reports on Malibu versus Gymnast and the strengths and weaknesses of each?”
“Ah. So I’m a friend now?”
“Well… unless you wanted to work on something more for Health class…”
“Health class?” He cocked his head.
“Yup…”
“Girl you better be talkin’ about sex.”
Liza winked.
Alex laughed, deciding to make a new game.
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They were at the tattoo parlor in twenty minutes. Buzz laughed when he saw Billie, “Hey man, haven’t seen you in at least a months. ‘Sup, man?”
“Not much,” Billie nodded at Ava, “She wants us to get some tats, man.”
“Yeah?” Buzz shook his head, “Matching or are you gonna get your names?”
“Do I look like a pussy to you?”
The two men laughed together genially and Ava mock glared. “And what would be so bad about getting our names? I was thinking the Acme symbol. ‘Property of Ava—Back of Bitch’. Right on your ass. Sounds good to me.”
“Wow, she’s fierce,” Buzz shook his head and gestured at the images on the walls. “Well, look around for a bit and yell at me when you find somethin’ you like, okay?”
“Kay, thanks man,” Billie laced his fingers through Ava’s.
“Yeah, thanks,” Ava nodded at the tattooist and then turned her attention to the walls.
Buzz gave Ava a very obvious once over behind her back and then winked at Billie. Fierce, yeah, that was the word.
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