Wreck

Drop Round

I had felt completely lost over the few days that I had been without Billie. I had moped around the house, hardly eaten and worried... worried a lot.
I began to think about everything he had said to me and the more I thought, the worse I felt. I couldn't help but wonder what he meant by it all... was he considering being with me? Or did he just feel bad about rejecting me... anyhow the days dragged horribly and I felt ill from anxiety.

It was the third painful day of sitting around the house on my own when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Billie; 'Hey, drop round when you like.'
My stomach flipped and I hurried for the door. I would usually try and act casual, not wanting anyone to think I was clingy or needy, but I didn't care anymore. I had to see him. Now.

I swung into his house (Mike had left the door on the latch) and was met by a scruffy haired singer making coffee in the kitchen.
"Well that was quick."

"Yeah... I don't mean to be eager..."

"Ah well, you're here now. Coffee?"

I nodded, smiling warmly at him. It finally felt normal again-he was smiling like he always used to and I was glad to see that he was feeling better.

"What?" His eyebrows bowed, betraying his smile.

"Nothing."

"What?" He demanded.

"I like seeing you like this."

He leaned on the counter, "like what?"

"Just... happy."

"Oh. Well, I feel a lot better."

I could see that. He was standing almost without fault and his posture didn't look any different than usual. I was so glad he was okay.

"Are you okay?" He asked, noting my dazed expression.

"Me? Yeah I'm fine, I'm just glad you're alright."

"About that. I need to talk to you about something."

My insides tightened. Oh god...
"Yeah?" I tried to sound casual.

"Well, I've been thinking a lot over the past few days and I know we spoke about your feelings towards me and I've been trying to decide what would be best for you... I thought about it a lot and I don't think that the way we see each other now is helping at all..."

I felt sick. Please don't say it... don't say that we can't see each other anymore...

"I mean we see each other a lot and-"

"Billie, please, please don't say it. I'm fine, really I am, I'm fine with seeing you all the time, I loved how we were, I don't care about how I feel, I can't stop seeing you!"

"Tré, calm down, I think that-"

"You can't tell me to calm down!" My eyes brimmed with tears, "I almost lost you in that fucking car, I'm not gonna lose you over something like this! You-"

"Tré!" He interrupted me, grabbing my shoulders as I breathed heavily, trying not to hyperventilate.
I looked into the eyes of my friend who was ready to abandon me... but they were soft. The emerald orbs held my gaze comfortingly and I my breathing calmed. "Will you let me finish? I said that we see each other a lot"
I squeezed my eyes shut, causing tears to drop from my lashes, and shook my head in a 'I don't want to hear it' kind of way.
"Hey. We see each other a lot, but it's not enough."

It was like my brain had forgotten how to process information and I frowned, eyes not daring to open in case I had heard wrong.
"What?"

"It's not enough. You were right in the car... you said that being my friend wasn't enough anymore, and you're right. It's not. I fucking loved you when we first met but I was too much of a pussy to say anything... and now you've said it... well I don't have a reason not to go for it, do I?"

I finally opened my eyes and Billie was smiling. this wasn't a joke...
"So... what are you saying?"

"You want me to spell it out?" He laughed, "I like you, Tré. I like you and I want to be your boyfriend. Is that okay? Now I've explained it in child terms?"

I was wary and spoke slowly. "So... we're a couple?"

He nodded, "yeah, if you like."

"So... if I was to do this" I kissed him quickly on the lips, "what would you think?"
He smiled sheepishly and leaned in, kissing me softly back.
"Good answer..." I cleared my throat.

"Relax, Tré. We'll be okay, won't we?"

I grinned, "yeah, but I hope you know what you're letting yourself in for!" I wrapped my arms around him (careful not to hurt him) and kissed him deeply. His tongue slipped slyly into my mouth and I smiled against his lips. Even when he kissed he was a cocky little bastard... my head spun with thoughts of everything I'd get to experience with him; everything we'd do together and the things waiting for us in the future, and I was overwelmed with pleasure that I finally had the one thing that I wanted; Billie Joe Armstrong.