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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 Eight
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I never owned Green Day, and sadly, probably never will.
Notes: More chapters, so more review love, please! J
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Ava was drunk.
She was happy drunk.
But she was most definitely drunk.
And that was bad because when she was drunk she was horny.
Alex had coaxed her into doing shots with him and while she wasn’t so drunk it was a danger to swim—she was still drunk enough to be seriously buzzed.
Her body was tired. They’d had the mother of all water fights. They’d splashed enough water to send the last few people back to their respective hotel rooms. And now it was just the two of them.
She knew this was bad. She knew she was leading him on by playing coy and leaning into him. She knew he was hopeful now—because of the booze—but also because of the way she was acting. She could only blame so much on the alcohol. But something about seeing him with that girl…it scared her. She’d never had to share him before and she definitely didn’t like it. Even when they were in college—after her episode, she’d never had to share. He’d come to see her in the hospital, and then in her dorm room. At first it was just to check on her.
Well duh, I want to see how you are. Why wouldn’t it? What, you never saved anybody’s life before?
I didn’t save your life.
Yeah you did.
Maybe just a little.
Her bitch of a roommate had ditched him pretty quick after he left med school. And then it was awkward for him to swing by the dorm. But they still met up for coffee. And then he’d take her to see bands he knew around town. To get her away from the artsy mindset, he said. She had no idea he’d been living out of his van. But even that he made light of, like he was afraid to burden her or something. He said he’d left school because he never wanted to be a doctor, he left home because you couldn’t choose your parents, but you damn sure could choose your living situation. They’d fought like hell about it, she didn’t want him doing something to fuck up his life because of her. Then they’d had a bigger fight because he said it was the worst kind of arrogance to assume that somebody was doing anything at all because of you. They didn’t talk for weeks after that. It was funny, she hadn’t realized how much she relied on him until she’d almost lost him.
But then he was back. And he’d brought Jah and Dave. Friends of his from somewhere. The three of them were living in a studio apartment and Alex was working as a delivery boy for a flower shop. When she graduated from Berklee, Alex, Jah, and Dave were the only people who came to see it. Her dad was at some band function somewhere and her mom was… well, who knew where her mom was, really? Afterward, they’d had the most amazing blowout jam session at the guy’s apartment and they’d come up with the idea to move to New York.
None of the guys had very much stuff, but Ava’s crap would have taken up all the space in the van, plus a moving truck. She put out the word on campus and had a yard sale. Some of her clothes it actually physically hurt her to let go of. But Jah got that weird, Rasta, faraway look in his eyes and hummed something from Hendrix about not needing anything and Alex winked at her from over the head of some indie-yuppie type who only wanted to pay her five dollars for a pair of genuine leather pants.
She sold 90% of her wardrobe that day, and pretty much all of her stuff, but it seemed like everything was okay.
When they got to the place Alex got for them in New York, Ava almost cried from despair. They’d left Boson for this? But they only stayed there for a week or so, then Jah and Dave got an apartment in a building a few blocks over and they said that it still had room, so she and Alex got one too.
And they were off in their own idyllic little world, the four of them.
There were problems of course, that kid from downstairs, the emo twat. The blowout fight she and Alex had about that. The week or so afterward when she and Alex weren’t speaking. And then the fight about the band. But nothing so major that it couldn’t be fixed. At least not until he found out about Billie. Ever since that night he’d been distant. She decided to close the spaces between them. To make sure, once and for all, that Alex would stay with her. She wasn’t sure how to do it, but she knew it had to be done.
It wasn’t that she wanted Alex, she’d never wanted him. But he just kind of dropped out of the sky on her. This rock ‘n roll protector that went out of his way to make sure she had everything she needed. Life first, because whatever he said, he did save her life that night. Friends next, as good as Ava was, she was awful at making friends. Cara just kind of chose her back in elementary school, and the pretentious music types at Berklee made her teeth itch. And then music. Alex made it so she could be in a band. Hell, Alex gave her a band. Any way you looked at it, he gave her, her life.
Where would she be without Alex? She decided that the other girl had to go. She’d figure something out.
“You’re thinking too hard,” his fingers danced on her belly and she laughed because it tickled. They were in the deep end and both treading water to stay afloat.
“Am not,” she muttered splashing water toward him.
“Are too,” its funny how people’s voices change when they want something, you know? Like how his voice drifted upward while he slowly edged toward her, crowding her into the corner of the pool. She knew he wanted her.
“Am not,” his arms were on either side of her and his eyes were so sincere. Ava could feel the heat coming off his chest and she knew in that instant that it wouldn’t be anything to get rid of Liza. She placed a hand on his chest, over his heart. She’d worry about what it said about her that she could be so manipulative later, but right now, just now, she liked feeling his pulse beat under her palm. “Alex, come on.”
His eyes were dancing, it was like watching Bambi in the field, totally oblivious to her plotting. His easy, trusting desire was hard not to take advantage of. She knew he got horny when he got drunk too. Probably what happened with Liza, she thought with a smirk. It was like taking candy from babies.
He winked at her just before he dove lightning fast at her neck, giving her the sloppiest raspberry in the history of raspberries.
Ava shrieked a little louder than she normally would have, purposely surging against him and away at the same time because she wanted to press her breasts against his chest and because she was ticklish as hell. His fingers played at the flesh just under her boobs and it was hard not to laugh. She was laughing, and fighting too, when she saw Billie by the deck chair. Maybe it was the booze that fired her temper.
But either way she was suddenly crazy mad.
He was looking around for her like she was his kid or something. That proprietary question in his eyes just seriously cheesed her off. Also, she suddenly felt guilty and she didn’t know why. And the guilt got her mad all over again.
Her hands were already wound in Alex’s hair and it was like they tightened reflexively on their own. Suddenly, she knew what she had to do. And she knew she’d probably go to hell for it.
“Ava, what--?”
She didn’t have to move that much to pull him toward her, as her eyes started to close she caught the surprise in his eyes and the wonder. He was frozen for a split second against her body, but then he was kissing her back and it was the sweetest, most desperate kiss she’d ever had.
She knew exactly why she’d done it—both to piss off Billie and to screw with Alex’s head.
But she was surprised at how soft his lips were. And how his hands seemed to know exactly where to go on her body. She groaned against his mouth and he moved closer to her, grinding his pelvis against hers and her back against the wall of the pool. It should have hurt, but it didn’t. She wound her legs around his middle, tightened her arms around his neck, completely forgot Billie for a second or two and just gave herself over to a kiss that never should have happened.
She let loose of his hair with one hand, resting her elbow on his shoulder and lazily pulling her glasses from her face. She reached blindly behind her, putting them on the concrete. As she pulled her hand away from them, a dry hand wrapped around her wrist. Her eyes shot open as the hand tightened and then jerked, effectively ripping her out of the pleasant, bodice ripping moment she’d been in. Billie hauled her upward and she yowled in protest when her bare back scraped against the concrete ledge of the pool. Her other hand, the one that was still tangled in Alex’s wet hair, jerked and he cursed hard, hissing in pain.
“What the fucking fuck, Ava?!”
She was fighting him, more because he was pulling her arm from the socket than because it hurt. Her legs were wrenched from around Alex and she was half in, half out of the pool. “Dammit, Billie--!”
He jerked her again for good measure and she flailed blindly behind her with her other hand.
“Let me go, you asshole!”
Billie Joe was so pissed he was seeing spots. He was an asshole, huh? He was the asshole, not the prick kissing his girlfriend? He dropped her so hard on her ass she bounced. “God—dammit-- Ava!”
Ava’s ass hit the pavement and her eyes opened wide, pain exploding so hard she could only whimper.
Alex made a move for her despite himself, tamping down the hurt for later. He wasn’t stupid, he knew she must have seen the fuck-head before she kissed him. Before he could so much as touch her knee, Bilie snarled at him like a fuckin’ junkyard dog. “Leave it alone, man.”
“What are you—“
“I said leave.” There was righteous thunder in Billie’s eyes and Alex sighed hard through his nose. Mostly because he knew there was nothing to be done about it, but also because he knew Billie had every right to be pissed. Alex looked at Ava, dipping his head so she was forced to look him in the eye.
“This is some seriously fucked up shit.”
“Alex—“, she actually almost reached for him.
“I’m not telling you again, man.”
Alex rolled his eyes, forcing himself to turn away and paddle for the ladder. He needed to call Liza anyway. Strangely, it never entered his head that Billie would hurt her. Something in him knew no matter how angry with her he was—and had every right to be because she could be a real pill—Billie was that big of an asshat.
Which was good because the next time Alex saw her he was seriously contemplating knocking out her teeth. That fucking bitch.
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Billie waited until the gate had closed on Alex before he trusted himself to even try to speak. “Get up,” Anger made his voice crack.
“What’re you, my dad?” Her voice was breathless, weak. He could tell by the set of her shoulders that she knew she fucked up. Good.
Billie stared at the back of her head. She was sortof crumpled at the edge of the pool. “I said Get. Up.”
Ava’s shoulder twitched, “I heard you the first time, daddy.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Ava--!” He stepped toward her and she flinched away from him. Raising a hand.
“Alright, alright, jesus,” She leaned on her arms, braced herself, raised up a few inches, and then settled back down to where she’d started. “Nope,” she laughed, “Not gonna happen.”
“God dammit, Ava,” Billie was forcing himself not to jerk her to her feet.
“What’re you gonna do, spank me?” Her voice was venomous, he made a sound in his throat and she flinched like she knew she’d gone too far. “Besides,” she sighed, looking at him over her shoulder. He realized she was crying, “I think I really hurt something.”
All of a sudden he wasn’t angry anymore.
“Jesus, kid.”
X X X

“I’m sorry,” Tre wasn’t even trying to hide his amusement. “You broke your what?”
“My coccyx,” Ava answered tiredly, taking a sip of water and shifting on the doughnut pillow the hospital gave her.
“Your—“
“Her ass, Tre, she broke her ass.” Billie was decidedly Not Amused.
Tre hooted, “What’d you hit her with, a Buick?”
“Funny, man,” Billie got up, grabbing Ava’s empty tea mug as he went.
“Thanks—“, she called after him, then shot Tre a Look. “You’re never going to let him live that down, are you?”
“Mister I-don’t-believe-in-corporal-punishment-because-it-stunts-children’s-creativity uses corporal punishment as foreplay with his underage girlfriend? Nah, he’s never living that down.” He winked, “Plus, it’s fun to tease him, his eyes go all buggy-like.”
“You’re a freak.”
“So they tell me.” He turned serious, “So what happened, really? This time, I mean, you know, after you made out with your best friend to get back at your boyfriend, thus doing irreparable damage to both parties and putting yourself in the role of spoiled brat yet again?”
“Tre!”
“I’m just sayin’.” He took a bite of his chicken finger, offered Ava a fry, then shot her a pointed, look. Of course, she probably would have taken it more seriously if the look he shot her hadn’t been cross eyed.
Ava snorted. “Jesus, man, alright, I’ll tell you.” She took a sip of his beer, “Okay, so we got to the hospital, right?”
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