Billie's POV
So were on our way to the bar to get some drinks. We step out of the car all laughing and having a good time until a girl walks up to Tre. Now I'm not a person who gets jealous and shit but this girl gave me a weird vibe. Something about her I didn't trust and I don't know why.
"Oh my god Tre!?" She yelled. It was weird because right when we stepped foot into the bar she quickly noticed him.
"Oh shit! Sara!!" Tre yelled leaning in to hug her. So Sara is her name. I need to learn more about this girl tonight! So they started talking while Mike Jason and I sat down at a table. We decided to eat there and just screw around. After a good hour Tre came back to our table after the conversation with "Sara". I look at him and he looks back. He gives me a look that says 'what did I do?' I just shake my head and turn back to my drink and the conversation. We all pay for the bill and
leave around midnight. I crash at Jason's but I don't know about Mike and Tre.I wake up the next morning with a small headache. Everybody else is up except for Tre. *shocker*. I go into the room where Jason and Mike are and lay down on the couch.
"Is Tre still sleeping?" I ask. Jason looks up at Mike then back at his guitar.
"Yup." Mike says simply. I glare at him because I know he's lying to me.
"Where the hell is he?" I say with an edge to my voice.
"He's uh with Sara huh?"
"Billie they just went to breakfast besides he likes you and only you!" Jason says. As soon as Jason says that Tre and Sara both walk through the door.
"Speak of the devil." I mutter under my breath. They walk in giggling and laughing. I get up to go to Jason's studio when Tre's voice stops me. God why does it have to stop me.
"Hey Billie!" He says. I turn around on my heels and look at him.
"Yup?" I ask.
"Where you going?"
"To the studio Tre." I say pointing to the studio with my thumb. I guess I sounded tired cause he started giving me a worried look. I turn to the studio again on my heels and walk in. I play the guitar and sing then play some drums. Of course I also play the piano and harmonica.~2 weeks later~
So I haven't seen much of Tre. He doesn't come over anymore, he only comes over when the guys are all over but that's it. I ask him if he wants to stay the night and well he rejects me. I feel like something is going on. Between him and that Sara chick. Well he's gonna be at Mike's and I was invited so I'm headed over there now.
I arrive at Mike's and walk in seeing both Tre and Mike laughing and talking. When Tre heard the door open, he looked up and saw me and his smile slowly faded. My heart dropped out of my ass. Mike greets me and Tre just walks pass me to the kitchen for another beer.
"Tre.. I need to talk to you." I tell him. He looks up at me and his body goes limp. He sets his beer down and walks outside with me.
"Tre what's going on?" I ask folding my arms. He takes a while to speak and then he finally looks up at me.
"I-I'm uh-" he stops. I don't know why but he just does.
"I'm uh with Sara...." He says. For a few weeks he's been cheating on me behind my back and he got pissed off at me for doing that!? That's fucking bullshit!! I didn't hear anything else. I guess I just tuned him out. Well not just him but the whole world was tuned out. I walk out the door and drove back home. A couple hours of being home alone I hear my door open and a pair of arms wrap around me.
"I'm sorry.." The voice says. I sigh heavily and notice the voice is Tre. I lean my head back on his shoulder and just stay silent.
"I don't know what you want me to say to that because you were pissed off at me for dating Adie and now you're dating Sara." I say with sadness and hurt in my voice. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and stays like that for a while. He doesn't say anything. He just stays like that and doesn't move. I love Tre to death but I don't know if he loves me or Sara...
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My Boyfriend Billie
FanfictionTre loves Billie but Billie always gets stuck between choosing his girlfriend Adie or the person he's dated and loved for a very long time, Tre.