Trillie one shots

one shot n10

Tré's POV

i live on the edge of town. to the left of my house there's just trees and no one ever bothers to go there.
one day i stayed home because i was sick and around lunchtime i saw a kid from my class walking towards the woods. at first i didn't think anything of it but after cutting some classes and seeing this boy do the same walk for two weeks, i decided to follow him.

one day i told my mum i was sick so i stayed home. i played music until midday when i saw the black haired kid walk past my house. i went out through the backdoor so he wouldn't hear me.
he walked for about 20 minuets until he stopped to look around. after checking if anyone was there, and failing, he started climbing a tree. i was so busy staring at the boy i didn't realise there was a treehouse on top of the tree.
i couldn't hear anything for a few minutes so i thought maybe he was just out here to do drugs but then i heard a guitar. and someone singing. that voice, his voice, was absolutely amazing. i'd never heard anything like it before.
i started climbing up the ladder without thinking about it twice.
when i got to the top the boy was sitting facing the other way, so i let myself in. he was still playing the song. when he finished i unconsciously spoke.
'that was awesome'
'HOLY FUCK' the boy jumped off his seat and practically threw the guitar into the air. i was quick to grab it before it fell.
i was standing with his guitar on my hands and he was staring at me in disbelief.
'who the fuck are you?! how did you get here?! how long have you been standing there?!'
'i think this is yours' i handed him the guitar and he quickly grabbed it. 'remember the green house on the edge of town?' he nodded. 'well i live there and i've seen you walk by for at least two weeks now. i got so curious i followed you. im Tré by the way'
'im Billie Joe'
'well Billie Joe, that song was amazing'
Billie blushed and looked down 'thank you. i wrote it'

we talked for about an hour about school, bands we liked and music in general. i told him i played the drums and he told me his dad had given him the guitar. they had also built the treehouse together. we told funny anecdotes and laughed until we were both in tears. we went back to talking about music and he told me he came to the treehouse to play and write his songs.
'can you play another one?' Billie looked surprised but he sat down and stared playing.

'Now you see me, now you don't
Don't ask me where I'm at
'Cause I'm a million miles away
Treated like a forbidden heel
Don't say my thoughts are not for real
Or you won't see me again
Am I here or am I there
Or am I playing on the stairs?
Am I in my room with my toys?
I am the disappearing boy
When I walk in crowded rooms
I feel as if it is my doom
I know that I don't belong
In that room I see her
I see her, and she's with him
I turn around, and then I'm gone
Don't call me up 'cause I'm not home
My whereabouts are now unknown
I vanished from all your joy
I'm the disappearing boy
I have my doubts
Of where I belong
It's something to think about
Don't call me up 'cause I'm not home
My whereabouts are now unknown
I vanished from all your joy
I'm the disappearing boy'

he finished and waited for me to say something but i was to busy staring at his green eyes and his messy hair. he had a necklace that was a white guitar pick. he was wearing a ramones shirt with skinny black jeans and converse. he was wearing eyeliner but it wasn't very noticeable so i assumed it was from the previous day. his nails were painted black but the nail polish was almost gone because of all the strumming. everything about him was perfect.

he cleared his throat and i snapped back to reality.
'what are you staring at? do you see anything you like?' he started laughing and then it dawned on me why this kid was never at school during lunchtime. he was constantly picked on for being gay.
'just you' i had forgotten what he said and now he was staring at me in confusion.
'what do you mean?'
'n-nothing' my face got red as i looked away.
'Tré?' he stood up and came closer.
'Billie?' i looked at him.
'yes, Tré?'
'i-i know i just met you, but i think i like you'
Billie leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. then he pulled back.
'i think i like you too'