Because I love you (trillie oneshots)

Confessions

Tré's pov
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I sat behind my drum set admiring him. He was just so goddamn beautiful. His black fluffy hair, his amazing green eyes, his crooked smile, everything about him was amazing. I knew I shouldn't keep it to myself but it's not just something you go and tell someone.

I was torn away from my thoughts when Mike tapped me on the shoulder.
"Tré are you good man, you kinda zoned out there?"
"Oh uh yeah I'm uh I'm fine."

Mike came to me again after practise, assuming he was going to ask if I was alright again I quickly thought up an excuse.
"Are you sure you're okay, I want you to be completely honest with me. I'm worried man, you almost never do that."
"Like I said Mike, I'm totally fine I just didn't get much sleep that's all."
"I can see through you so easily, there's something wrong and you're gonna tell me so I can help you."

'Shit' I thought. Well I guess I should just tell him.
"Okay, you win. But this is kinda personal so if you mention this you're dead."
"No problem."
"Okay, well I um it kinda has something to do with Billie."
I could see mikes smirk when I dared to look up from the floor.
"Awww ickle Tré is in looooove."
"Mike that's not helping." I couldn't help but blush like crazy.
"Anyway it doesn't matter, I know he doesn't like me back so what's the point."
"The point is you have to tell him."
"But I can't."
"There is no 'can't' only 'can'. All you Gotta do is get him on his own and then talk to him. I doubt he will take it badly he's not like that and you know it. Plus I'll throw in some candy for you if it doesn't go well."
"What if it does go well?"
"Fine you can still have the candy. Just hurry up and get your man."

I hurried down to the basement where I knew he'd be writing, so many questions were running through my head.
'What if he takes it badly?'
'What if he kicks me out the band?'
'What if he hates me?'
The suspense was killing me and not in a good way. Sheepishly I stepped inside the basement and shuffled over to where Billie was. Billie noticed and beamed a warm smile at me, a smile that could melt ice.
"Hey Tré, what's up you weren't as concentrated as usual?"
"Oh uh yeah about that well you see I uh." I was really struggling for words this must have been very noticeable to Billie.
"Oh man I'm so sorry I didn't know it was something really bad."
I finally gathered my thoughts and spoke up.
"Okay, I need to tell you this because Mike told me to and he said it would be better to get it off my chest. Please please please promise me that this won't fuck anything up between us."
Everything kinda fell out in one massive word but Billie understood and nodded for me to continue.
"I'm just gonna get this over with. Billie I like you, like like like you. I have for a while but it's been eating me up on the inside."

I screwed my eyes up tight and waited for the shouting to begin but it never did. I slowly opened them and looked at Billie. He didn't look angry or upset at all, instead he looked happy.
"Tré you have no idea how long I've wanted to hear that."
"Wait, you don't hate me?"
"Tré I fucking love you."
This was enough for me to close the gap between us and kiss him passionately on the lips. It was like a million fireworks went off inside my belly but it was a good feeling. I just wanted to stay like this forever. We both pulled away for breath.
"Wow" was all I could manage, Billie giggled and kissed me again slowly.
We heard footsteps coming down the stairs but we didn't care at all.
"OMG YES TRÉ. IM SO PROUD OF YOU!"
Mike came bursting through the door yelling and cheering. I pulled away sheepishly and turned bright red as mike pulled me into a tight hug.
"Mike could you please let go of my boyfriend so I can hug him myself."
Mike let go and bounded up the stairs happily.
"Wait did you- did you say boyfriend."
I smiled stupidly when Billie nodded.
"Good. I love you."
"I love you too Tré."