Trillie one shots

one shot n9

Tré's POV

'what do you mean you are moving away?' Billie, who had been leaning against my shoulder, looked up. 'how far away?'
'we're moving to the other side of town' i saw Billie's eyes looking away.
'but what about school?' he sounded so sad. everyone had picked on him for being gay before i came out too. i didn't want to live him alone but i didn't have another choice.
'i'll have to change schools' i wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. 'i'm sorry, i really am. i'm sorry' a single tear run through his face.
we stayed like that until i fell asleep.
when i woke up Billie was gone but he had left a note.
Tré,
i'm really sorry that i'm not there with you for the moving day. i had to leave.
'with every breath that i am worth
here on earth
i'm sending all my love to you
so if you dare to second guess
you can rest assured
that all my love's for you'
hope i see you soon. maybe we can go back to the bridge some other time.
i love you
-pretty boy

there's nothing i wanted more than to meet up with Billie on the bridge but it was a two hour drive. the first time i had kissed Billie was in a bridge near the docks after an Operation Ivy concert.
'TRÉ!' my mom called from downstairs
i folded the note and put it in my back pocket.
i went to the living room and started carrying boxes out and loading them into the truck.
after two hours we arrived to the new house and my mom forced me to go to school even though there were only two periods left for the day.
it was awful. no one bothered talking to me. the only interaction i had was when another guy pushed me in the hallway.
i got home and threw my backpack to the ground.
i ran upstairs and locked the door to my room. i put Operation Ivy on the stereo and cried myself to sleep.
the next two days went by as bad as the first one.
i went home as usual and put a CD on the stereo. the song that was playing was from the Ramones and that reminded me of Billie. i had to see him but he wasn't answering to any of my texts. i was really worried. i missed his way of talking. i missed his green eyes and his black hair. i missed his singing and the way he stood when he played the guitar. i missed him.
after crying for about an hour i decided to go see Billie. it was about ten in the afternoon but i didn't care. i knew my mom wouldn't let me go out at that time, or take the car for that matter, so i snuck through my window and took the bus downtown.
the driver let me in. the bus was completely empty. i sat on the back and fell asleep. the driver woke me up.
'this is the last stop, kid'
i walked out of the bus and realised i was standing across the street from the bridge. it was a bit different. the river was dry and one of the lights wasn't working. i didn't want to cross it alone, but i had no other alternative.
i started crossing and i stopped halfway through. i sat down and stared into the sky.
for a second i thought i heard Billie singing but then it stopped.
'i'm going crazy' i thought.
but then i heard it again.
'my beating heart belongs to you
i walked for miles till i found you
i'm here to honor you
if i loose everything in the fire
i'm sending all my love to you'

i stood up and looked down the bridge. Billie was sitting there staring at the moon. i couldn't believe my luck.
'Billie?' He stopped singing and looked around. 'i'm up here, dumbass'
Billie looked up and started laughing louder than i've ever heard him laugh before. when he pulled himself back together he ran to where i was standing.
i hugged him tight and he complained.
'ouch' i let him go and he grabbed his chest. there wasn't much light but i could see he had a black eye and a cut on one of his eyebrows. his upper lip was also cut and he was still grabbing his chest.
'what happened to you?'
'the beatings at school got worst since you left. and my stepfather isn't helping at all' he let go of his chest so i could lift up his shirt. his whole abdomen and chest were bruised.
'Billie...' i didn't know what to say. i started crying. 'i'm so sorry i left you alone. i should have never left. i'm sorry' he held me tight against himself and played with my hair. he did that until i calmed down.
'i'm ok Tré. this is not your fault'
'please come home with me' i stared into his green eyes.
'my stepfather will throw everything through the windows when he finds out i'm gone'
'then don't leave anything for him to throw' i knew Billie didn't have much to pack so if he left with me we would be able to take everything. 'please'
'lets go before he wakes up' Billie started walking away but i grabbed him by the wrist.
'wait' he turned around. i reached into my back pocket and took the letter out. 'it did go through' i kissed him in the lips and then he grabbed my hand and started running towards his house.
we got in through his bedroom window and packed everything into two backpacks. after we were ready he took Blue and we left the house.
the sun was starting to rise as we got into the bus.
Billie fell asleep leaning against my shoulder on the way home. when we got off the bus we walked to my house. i explained to my mom what had happened and she was more that happy to allow Billie to stay with us.
it's been two years since all that happened and i still love him as much as i did the day i kissed him on the bridge.