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Title: Interruptions

Rating: PG-13
"No more interruptions, Mike…"
This is FAKE!
A/N: 1st POV: Billie.

I feel relieved. The weight upon my chest has lifted.
I finally told him how I felt.
I finally told Mike how much I love him...

I nervously bite my fingernails as I wait for his reply. He sits on the old hideous couch in the studio, slowly letting his bass drop to ground.
"Billie," He begins, rubbing his fingers through his hair, "Are you sure you aren't high or something?"
I frown at him and march up to him so he can look into my eyes, "Do I look high to you?"
Mike looks up at me and I notice his eyes sweeping across my face for anything that he could use to accuse me that I wasn't "all there".
He glances down to the floor again and buries his head in his hands, and whispers, "No."

"Mike," I say softly, moving so I'm standing in front of him. I grab his hands away from his face and pull him up. Though he is much taller than me, I seem to be the one in control. "I'm not high and I am sober. And I meant what I said. I love you!"
I reach up and peck his chapped lips with my own.
He seems bewildered so I wrap my arms around him, rubbing up and down.
I pull back and look up at him. He seems to be thinking hard as he glances at me unsurely.

"Love," I whisper softly, pointing to my chest before grabbing his face and smashing our lips together.
He struggles for a minute before giving up and letting me gain access to his mouth.
My tongue runs along his bottom lip. Tentatively he opens and I let my tongue dominate/massage his own tongue.
My eyes must have rolled back into their sockets as his arms circle 'round me, and his tongue pushes past my teeth and into my own mouth.
Air. My mind says sharply. I need air.
I think Mike understands too, 'cause he breaks the kiss and gasps for breath.
We stare at each other before locking our lips together again...

A voice makes us jump, and we whirl in surprise to see Tre standing in the room looking tensely at us.
"Billie?" Tre says, glancing from me to Mike. "You and Mike, eh?"
Mike pulls his arms away and slightly pushes me away from him.
He walks past Tre to the exit door, leaning on the handle and contemplating whether to leave or not.
"Mike?" I say softly with an almost whine to my voice.
"Will you excuse me for awhile, Bill?" He asks, giving me a sad smile.
I nod my head and he pushes open the door, leaving me with Tre.

I stand in the same spot for a few seconds as Tre comes to stand next to me.
"What was that all about?" He asks.
I whirl to face him and snarl, "What do you think it was?"
"It looked like you were about to suck out poor Mikey's soul," Tre laughs and I grit my teeth, glaring at the drummer.
"Get out," I say sharply, my fingers clenching together to become a tight fist.
"But what if Mike comes back?" He says still laughing, "I might have to stay and make sure that you won't take his soul away, vampire."

Furious, I grab the closest thing to me, which happened to be one of my Gibson guitars. 
I pick it up and smash it upon Tre's head.
"You little fucker!" I shout as he falls to the floor, whimpering and cradling his head.
He looks up at me in confusion, and I notice blood on his hands. I glance up to his face and see blood trickling down, and his eyes sparkling with fear.
Stop! A quiet little voice says in my head, but I'm angry. He ruined probably my only chance with Mike!
I grab the guitar and raise it up again. Tre whimpers and starts to plead, "Billie..."
I silence him with another lethal blow... again and again. Until my guitar is splintered and cracked, and Tre isn't talking anymore.

I gasp for air as my fury disappears. I drop my guitar and walk towards the couch and collapse upon it.
I take my hand and wipe it across my face, gasping in shock as I see blood upon it. 
Glancing down I see splatters of Tre's blood on my shirt. Guess it got on my face too...
I laugh a little, thinking about blood splattering out like a sprinkler.

"Oh my God!"
I raise my gaze to see Mike standing in the doorway.
He looks in shock at Tre's unmoving body upon the floor and then up to me.
"You came back," I say softly, getting off the couch and walking closer to him.
He nods speechlessly, backing away from me and into a wall.
Mike wheezes as his back hits the wall and as I lean closer to him he says softly, "Billie, what did you do?"
"What had to be done," I say simply.
He gives me a confused look and I whisper, "No more interruptions."

"Love you," I whisper softly as I completely claim his lips; swallowing the scream from his lungs as Tre's blood begins to soak and stain the carpet…

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( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 28th, 2009 10:00 pm (UTC)
I'm gonna have nightmares now. This is actually making me cry. I wanna kill Billie even though I know he'd never do something like this in real life! ( Not the slash, I love slash. It's the killing Tre part I hate. )
May. 29th, 2009 11:14 am (UTC)
Lol. The slash is all good.
I apologize for the nightmares and making you cry. (I didn't know my story could do that.)
Jun. 30th, 2009 05:45 pm (UTC)
Well shit, that was dark.
I don't know if I would call it sweet, per say, but it was interesting.
Poor Tre! Lol.
-J X
Jun. 30th, 2009 05:46 pm (UTC)
Btw, I love that avatar.
Jul. 1st, 2009 09:09 pm (UTC)
Thanks. Apparently, I've been making a lot of people cry when they read this...

Lol. That avatar I've had for about 2 years now. It was how people knew me on Comingclean! :D
Jul. 1st, 2009 09:15 pm (UTC)
Lol, I do that all the time, I recognize people by their avatars. Hope mine is like that. I only use the one. Haha.
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