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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.

Chapter List
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Title: Suicide Blonde Chapter Seven
Rating: NC—17 but not until later
Disclaimer: Don’t own Green Day, never did.
Notes: So I was inspired to continue this story not to long ago. If you’re still interested in seeing what happens to Ava and Billie then show me some review love. <3
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Ava left Billie’s house while he was still sleeping. She knew that she should maybe feel guilty about that, that when he woke he’d call her to say it was a dumb thing to do, but something in her liked that he’d worry about her for a change. Well, worry about her and where the hell his car had gone.
What, like she was going to call a cab?
She pulled into the hotel parking lot and contemplated breakfast. Nah-since getting back she’d been eating like a mad fiend. On the stairs she started clicking through her voicemail. One from Dave—did she know girls out here didn’t believe in eating? Also, they were freaks. One from Jah—the human head weighs eight pounds, mon, less if it’s full of air like some of deese crazy California girls. Mel wondering where the hell she was and that there was internet speculation on her and Alex—she laughed out loud on that one—and that was it.
Ava wondered why she hadn’t heard from Alex. That in itself was weird, usually they talked more than she talked to Tre.
Well, she decided, sweeping into the hotel room like she was somebody’s long suffering fairy godmother, if he’d dropped off the face of the earth then screw him. It was gorgeous out and she was going swimming.

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She hadn’t been surprised the pool was gorgeous, likewise that it was easy enough to get the hotel staff to supply her with an umbrella. She’d been slathering herself with SPF 45 every half an hour for the past three hours and wondering why she was out here at all when she didn’t tan and when the tipsy sistah at the end of the patio decided to climb off her sleazoid boyfriend and totter on over her way. It was only when the girl was halfway toward Ava that Ava realized Alex was the sleazoid.
She sat up a little, surreptitiously straightening her bikini top and straightening her movie star glasses while she plastered a smile on her face. “Hey, I was wondered where you’d gotten to!”
Ava hoped she sounded genial, but she felt a little like she’d been kicked in the gut.
“Hi!” The girl maybe wasn’t as drunk as Ava’d previously thought. She also wasn’t as trashy. Actually, Ava thought grudgingly, she was kinda cute. The bitch. “You know, when we saw you come in we figured you’d come hang with us, but Alex got sick of watching you do the diva thing, so here we are.”
“Oh. He did, huh?” Ava’s left eyebrow was slowly creeping upward. She didn’t even bother to hide it.
“Ava, this is Liza, Liza, Ava,” Alex looked slightly sheepish. Also, his cheeks were rosy. Not like sun burn rosy, but like he’d been drinking, rosy. Ava’s eyebrow crept higher.
“Hi,” Ava and Liza chorused, neither hiding the fact that they were cataloguing everything about the other as hard as they could. Ava looked at Alex, her expression clearly where’d you dig this one up? She hoped, acidly, that the girl would assume that look meant Ava thought she was a total groupie. She knew she was being a total bitch. And she knew that there was no real reason for it. But she honestly didn’t give a shit.
Liza laughed outright, “I need to get on—I’ve got some studying to do. Nice meeting you, sugar,” she looked at Alex and her expression lightened, she looked actually apologetic. “I’ll call you in a few hours, toots.”
Alex, Ava noted, made a show of practically mauling the girl with his tongue. Then he watched her go. Until she’d rounded the side of the hotel. Then he flopped at the foot of Ava’s lawn chair and had the nerve to look pleased with himself. “I’n’t she great?”
Ava was positively seething. “Oh, she’s somethin’ alright.” She tossed him the sunscreen bottle, “Do my back?” Ava chose, in the seconds she watched him watch the girl walk away, to act like the girl was beneath her notice. Like she didn’t care. Because she didn’t care. About the girl. Alex rolled his eyes as if he could read her thoughts and slid around her so he was cradling her ass between his thighs and squirted some of the sunscreen on his palm.
He decided to change the subject. “So how’s the sex offender?”
Ava rolled her eyes, “If you mean Billie, he’s fine. And like you have any room to talk, what is she, twelve?”
“Nineteen. Jealous?”
Ava snorted loudly.
“That was pretty,” Alex snapped her bikini top, “Pretty rude.”
“You’re drunk, Captain Obvious.”
“No shit.” He dropped the bottle of sunscreen on the concrete beside the chair, “You’ve really gotta lighten up, dude.”
“You’re a bastard.” She leaned against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her because she was Ava and this was what they did. “So how’d you meet her?”
“She came to babysit my kids.”
She pinched his thigh so hard her knuckle popped.
“Ouch! Jesus,” Alex swore for a few seconds, “So… not funny yet?”
“Prick.”
“Everybody’s gotta have a hobby.” He sighed hard, not sure why he was spoiling so hard for a fight. And wondering why things were all of a sudden so tense between them. Well, he knew. He just didn’t want to think about it. “I don’t know, man, Liza’s cool.”
“Good.” Ava craned her neck to look over her shoulder at him, “’Course you know, if she hurts you I’ll kill her and make it look like an accident. Standard disclaimer.”
Alex laughed and the tequila on his breath unsettled her. Ava had only once seen Alex drink. It made her uncomfortable and that made her childish. She didn’t like that she was acting like a three-year-old, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.
“You gonna tell me about Billie?” He kicked his legs up on the deck chair and slid down a bit so as much of their bodies were touching as possible.
Ava snorted, “What do you want to know? He’s Billie.” She sighed, “Everything’s the same. And it’s different. I don’t know, it’s like there’s so much I want to say to him and… I just want things to be normal. Like they were before.”
Alex was quiet, rubbing his thumb in light, easy circles over the bandage on her wrist. He wondered if she realized that her idea of normal for her relationship was really, really skewed what with normal being defined as a twenty-something celebrity macking on his seventeen-year-old babysitter and then having the nerve to call it both love and a real relationship. Cause yeah, you always have to worry about the cops finding out and sending your ass to jail when you find your One True Love. “You get inked again?”
“Yeah.”
He laughed, “You gonna show me? Or am I going to have to guess?”
Ava wordlessly pulled back the bandage, her eyes were on some kid with floaty wings in the pool.
Alex eyed the tat. The lines were heavy and he wondered, looking at the tragedy mask, why whenever she did shit like this his chest swelled up and he wanted to hold her tight and then punch something while shaking her ‘till her head rattled. He wondered if she realized how fucked up she truly was sometimes. “Oh, baby—“, he couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop himself from kissing her temple. She stiffened as she replaced the bandage but didn’t tell him no.
To his tequila buzzed mind that was important.
“I love how with you I don’t have a nickname,” She said, out of nowhere.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, it’s like… I could be anybody with you. Baby, sweetie, girl, honey… I’m,” she sighed, “I’m like everybody else. It’s cool, you know?”
“You are not just like everybody else,” he tightened his arms around her; “You’re Ava.”
“Well yeah, I know, but… I don’t know. I just think the whole concept of nicknames is really fucked up sometimes. You do this one thing, and you’re branded. You’re never anything else to that person.”
“Not necessarily,” he wondered if this had anything to do with Billie.
“Yes, necessarily. I don’t know, I’m explaining it wrong. Alex, have you talked to Mel?”
He sighed, “Yeah, why?”
“Are we recording out here or what? What’s the deal?”
“Yeah, they’re looking into finding us a house. He says the label likes your stuff—mine’s to Blink-182.”
Ava winced, and then squeezed his forearm. “I’m sorry, sugar.”
He laughed, “Don’t be, you’re the songwriter, I’m just the lead guitar.”
She knew it was a low blow for him. And it sorta pissed her off too, Alex was a really talented songwriter, actually, it wasn’t his fault they’d gotten pigeon-holed into punk-rock as opposed to pop-punk. Or hell, even, she thought with a sneer, emo or whine-rock. Well, it was Ava’s fault, really. She just couldn’t stand to sing anything that made her sound like she was aping Avril. Or worse, aping fucking Billie. She loved him, she did, with all that she had, but she’d swear off music all together if they started saying she was trying to be like him. And the fact that the label recognized that, and didn’t make her try to sound like everything else that was selling pleased her to no end. Even if it meant that they wouldn’t listen to what Alex had to say. And strangely, for some ungodly reason that she couldn’t fathom, she was pleased by that too. Divine retribution, maybe. “You know, if we’d stayed in New York—“
“Yeah, yeah,” he flagged a passing waitor and ordered a Corona. Alex didn’t need to be told how he’d given up all control of his band by following his dream.
“I’m just sayin’.”
“If we’d stayed you wouldn’t be reunited with your One True Love.” He swigged his new beer and made a face.
“Yeah, and you wouldn’t have met your—what is she again?”
“Hell if I know,” and he really didn’t. Liza was cool, a helluva lot cooler than he thought she’d be. And she got him. Or, rather, she got that he wasn’t really looking for the love of his life, and sometimes he just needed things to be quiet. She got that he spent so much of his energy on keeping his lead singer together that he had absolutely, positively, no energy for anything other than friends with benefits. And she got that he thought it was totally fucked up and wanted things to be different.
He stared at Ava’s profile for so long she finally looked at him.
“What?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do. What?”
He sighed, wondering if maybe it was time to just lay it all out there. “What if I said—“
“To late, Alex,” shed pushed her sunglasses up her nose. “We can’t go back. Everything’s how it’s gonna stay. The publicity stills have already been taken, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” He shrugged, “I was just talkin’, anyway.” Liza said that if someone wouldn’t let you say something, then they either already knew what you had to say and refused to acknowledge it, or just plain had no respect for you. Alex sorta hoped Ava just didn’t have any respect for him. Because if it was the first one, then he was the most pathetic guy he’d ever met.
“Hey—“, Ava poked his nose to get him out of whatever weird thing he was thinking, “It’s effing hot, dude. Let’s go swimming.”
X X X
It was late afternoon by the time Billie got to the hotel. The woman at the desk said that Ava was not in her room, but he might try the pool. It was fucking hot out and he sort of wished he’d worn shorts. She’d have to get rid of that God awful habit she had of just picking up and leaving without telling him where she’d gone. He hated when she did that. It always made him think she’d dropped off the face of the earth. Like she’d decided fuck him. Like he’d never see her again. Other than that time she’d blitzed out of his driveway with Cara he really didn’t have a reason to think like that. Billie chuckled to himself, he had too many issues.
The pool area was deserted accept for a couple crowded in one of the corners of the deep end. Billie grinned, looking at the back of the guy’s head. How fun was pool sex, really?
He started to think that the desk lady had just wanted to send him off somewhere for fun when a few things happened in rapid fire succession:
One…He saw Ava’s boxcar-sized purse on one of the lawn chairs.
Two…The guy in the pool made an animal noise and lunged at the girl’s neck.
Three… The girl yelped and sounded enough like Ava for Billie to really look at her.
Four…The girl who was most definitely Ava let a guy who was most definitely not Billie kiss her like he’d eat her from the mouth down.
Billie felt like she’d actually punched him in the gut.
And then the rage came.
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