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A Drummer's Life	By : SallySkel Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1597 -:- 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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So guys, I must say this is rather crazy.. me updating and everything. It sucks because this story is just.. so off of base right now. It was supposed to end in early December, on Tre's birthday but oh no, I had to go and screw up my life.
But I feel better. So on with the update!!
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They separated to the sound of Alexis’ parents sputtering. She had never so much as held another guy’s hand in front of them, let alone French them right there! She was out of control!
“Come on, let’s get out of here!” She said, wiping her mouth. Tre looked out of it as she dragged him down the front steps and back into the car. They drove in silence, but Alexis had a smile on her face. Tre still looked out of it.
When they pulled up to the bus once again, Tre jumped out with a grin like no other on his face. “Ally, I say tonight… we party!” He said, twirling her around. She nodded and smiled.
“But first, you have to meet my friend Darcy. She is so cool, and I think she may like Green Day!” She said slyly. Tre put on a fake smile and jumped up and down like a little kid and clapped his hands together.
“YAY!” He said. He stopped as there were people in the parking lot looking at him oddly. He waved cheerily at them and they proceeded, clearly embarrassed by him. “Can we go NOW?” He shrieked, practically falling over. Alexis laughed so hard she had to lean against the car to keep from falling over.
“Let’s go.” She said after a few minutes of both of them laughing. Within minutes they were standing in front of Alexis’ friend, Darcy’s house. She knocked and, almost as if she were expecting her, a short girl came barreling out of the door and knocking Alexis into the railing. Her flash of black hair and pale skin framed by thick framed black glasses led Alexis to believe her best friend Darcy was her attacker.
“AAAAAAALLLLEEEEXXXX!!!!” She squealed, wrapping her best friend in a hug. “I haven’t seen you in forever!” She didn’t notice Tre standing next to the stairs feeling awkward.
“Uh, Darcy, step back and let me introduce you to someone I’m sure you know…” Alexis said, pushing her friend back. Darcy looked around and spotted Tre, her eyes getting wide in realization. “This is Tre…”
“COOL!” She squealed, freezing up like a little kid on ice cream crack. “OH MY GOD ALEX YOU KNOW TRE FUCKING COOL!!!!!” She started jumping up and down and suddenly a shout was heard somewhere from across the street.
“KEEP IT DOWN MIDGET!” A man roared. Darcy turned around quickly, her face going red.
“HOW ABOUT I COME OVER THERE AND PUT MY FOOT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO HEAR ANYTHING FOR A YEAR???? HUH??” She screamed. The guy yelled something inaudible and Darcy started screaming back incoherent words. When Alexis got her inside, she was completely back to her old self again. Tre thought she was a little less than insane, but a little more than creepy. From the on, she talked cheerily, listening to how Alexis met Tre, and ended things with Jake. Darcy, according to her, was always sure he was a ‘bad beaver’ as she called him. After a couple hours of talking and visiting, Tre had to be back to get ready for the concert.
It went smoothly and sooner rather than later they were in the back of the bus partying like Tre wanted. Alexis was well into her third vodka and orange juice when Tre decided to try and seduce her.
“So baby, you come here often?” He slurred, practically falling all over her. She giggled.
“Tre, you’ve known me for about three weeks now!” She sputtered, also slurring.
“You know my name? No one knows my name around here!” He said, plopping himself down right next to her. He sat his drink down and leaned over to kiss her again, tracing his tongue over her lips seductively. If there was one thing Tre couldn’t do worse when drinking, it was kissing. Or so he always proclaimed. The two involved were always too drunk to remember.
She entwined her hands in his hair and he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. Her other hand was roaming all over his body before it settled somewhere between his knee and his waist. His hand that wasn’t holding a drink was cupping the back of her neck while his tongue delved between her lips, massaging her tongue. She moaned into his mouth and slowly moved her hand up towards the now pronounced bulge in his pants. He bit her lip on accident when Alexis’ hand rubbed against his confined erection, then moaned as she cupped it as best she could and squeezed. Tre separated from her and whispered in her ear.
“Let’s go to my bunk…” He slurred huskily, obviously wanting to ‘get some.’ She smiled and grabbed his hand as he led her into the bunks. Luckily for them, Billie and Mike went to some after party. Tre pushed Alexis down on the stiff bed first and climbed on top of her, pressing his firmness into her open legs and reattaching their lips once more. She giggled into his mouth and played along with him, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Tre fumbled with the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, only breaking the kiss for as long as necessary. She pulled his shirt over his head and scratched her nails down his back, making him growl as his hands went to his belt and whipped it off with amazing speed.
Her mouth went to his neck and bit down leaving a blushing bite mark. He finally got his pants off and went for hers, pulling them down, panties and all. She moaned as his fingers found her aching clit and began to stroke it slowly. She gripped his hair and went wild, bucking up after a few minutes of his ministrations. “Tre.. Stop!” She squealed, pulled him back up to her level. She shivered, trying to suppress the feeling of incompleteness as she pushed his boxers down slowly over his hips and down to his knees, keeping eye contact the whole time. He pulled them down the rest of the way and hovered above her, a sobering decision lingering around them. “Are you sure?” He asked, looking into her eyes. Once this was done, there was no going back. There was still the chance to stop it.
“Of course, Tre. Do you really think I didn’t know what was going to go down tonight when I started drinking, vodka no less?” She asked, making him feel stupid. With that said, she snuggled down and braced herself.
They kept eye contact when he slowly inserted his hard member and thrust up inside of her when she told him it was okay to do so. He laid his forehead on hers as he pounded into her quickly, her nails raking down his back. He smiled a mischievous grin and pulled her hands over her head with one hand and steadied himself like that. She seemed to go crazy with desire at being controlled. Alexis wrapped her legs around his middle, changing the angle and making him drive himself deeper inside of her. There was a bubbly pit of pleasure simmering just below the edge of the pot, lit by a fire that Tre had started. With every thrust he made, the hot liquid of desire grew hotter and hotter, edging closer to the top before it finally spewed over.
It was a chain reaction. First, Alexis screamed out Tre’s name as she came down hard, rhythmically squeezing him, with one last hard thrust, Tre spurted himself deep inside of her and slowed down instantly, breathing deeply. He laid a sloppy kiss on her lips before succumbing to his need to sleep and rolling off of her. Alexis wiped the dripping sweat from her forehead and pulled a blanket up around the two of them and snuggled down with him, waiting for sleep to arrive and take her away like it did Tre. Alexis soon drifted off to a dreamless sleep and the sensation inside was taken away.
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So if the sexxx scene isn't too descriptive, I made it like that because... well, they are drunk afterall. Meh.
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