need // Green Day fan fic ((EDITING))

⚬ Billie ⚬

(hello I suck at writing but enjoyyyyy)

"Nobody..just my new friend from school."

I say as I continue eating my food, he can tell I'm tense.
I can feel his eyes on me, his piercing stare makes me feel he knows every secret that I've ever kept to myself.

"Don't fucking lie."

He clenches his fist but doesn't hit me, which is a first, and slams them on the table.
I didn't respond and continue eating.

"Do you wanna live here? Do you wanna eat?" 

He snatches my food from me.

"Then you better stay with me."

I sigh and walk back to my room.

"I'm all you got Billie! And you fucking know that!"

He yells from the kitchen.

I slam my door shut.
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I look at my razor, it's very tempting right now.

instead, I take out my journal and start to write my feelings in chicken scratch.

Jesus fucking Christ.
I can't live here anymore.
It's almost unbearable.
I don't know where to go but I don't want to be with my mike.
I can't do anything anymore, he's so controlling.
I'm so lost..and have so much mental strain.
I feel like cutting again...

I rip out the page and ball it up and throw it across the room.

I decided to go to bed early, I can avoid mike and go to school sooner if I do. Despite my hatred for that place, it's where I can see Frank.

I wish you were here right now, Tré.

I wrote that in my journal in big letters. 

Then I throw my journal across the room, lay back and sigh, trying to hold in my tears like always.

Tap! Tap!

I hear on my window, making me sit up.

Confused, I walk over to my window slowly as the tapping continues.

Pebbles are being thrown at my window.

I open it up and see tré outside, He waves.

"What are you doing here, you crazy son of a bitch?"

I whisper-shout, darting my eyes behind me.
He shrugs.

"Just got bored."

He chuckled.

He starts to walk towards my window

"May I?"

He points inside, asking to come in.

"Umm..i..i guess.."

I say, hesitant and obviously nervous.
He climbs up to my room like a monkey with a goofy grin on his face.

"Wait, how did you figure out where I live?"

"Dude, I live right next to you."

"Really? huh..."

I laugh and blush a bit.

"Awesome."

He just smiles, cute.

He starts to walk around my room like a curious child as if he's never seen a typical, messy teenager's room before.

I just sit on my bed, he ends up following my lead.

"So what do you wanna do?"

He shrugs again.

He lays down on the bed and pulls me back with him, I gasp and then laugh.
He pulls me into a cuddle and smirks. My heart starts to pound as he holds on to me. 

Everything is quiet but surprisingly not awkward. For some reason, i enjoy his company so much we don't even have to speak. I hear rustling in the kitchen, must be mike cleaning.

I felt slight anxiety but i don't show it because i don't want this moment to end.

"what was that?"

'goddammit...'