For the love of my life... (Trillie)

Christie Road

"You dropped your book" I looked up at Frank, the most popular kid in the school. He went By Tre Cool, Tre for short.
I shot up a glare at him and gave him a disgusting look.
Silently snatching the book out of his hands, I walk out of the class, heading to my locker
"W-wait" He caught up to me, tapping my shoulder.
I shot around and faced him.
"What the fuck do you want!?" I snapped angrily.
"You're.....Billie, right?"
"Funny how you're  asking my name. I've been in your class for about 3 years now."
He looked down scratching the back of his head.
"Now what do you want?" I ask, him looking up.
"Oh nothing....I just noticed you alot more when I wasn't clowning around.
you sit in the front, where the smart kids are."
"If you can call it that..." I mumbled.
He asked slowly: "Wanna help me with my science project? Science is my worst grade and yknow-"
"Yeah, I get it. Meet me tomorrow afterschool at 4:00."
I walk away, rolling my eyes.
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Tres POV

I'm gay. Gayer than the gay pride flag and all the gay people combined.
Ever since I laid my eye on billie, 3 weeks ago I knew it.
I needed him...badly.
I was shy around him.
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The next day I woke up extremely excited.
My date with billie.
Well, at least I thought it was a date. He thinks it's some dumb studying session... but if it was, i would probably would fuck him after 10 minutes.
I'll take him to Christie Road, and get to know him better.
Offer him a beer, ask him about his life.
Then fuck him.
No, no. I shouldn't think that.
Anyways,
I'll then ask him how good he is at guitar, apparently he once stated he could play in music class.
Then fuck him.
"ALRIGHT. I'M DONE." I shouted to myself.
I got up out of my bed and dragged my feet outside.
I cringed at the thought that I had to go the bus stop with the hockey player dicks of the school.
Slowly walking down the street, I heard sound coming from the bus stop.
I looked up from my granola bar and saw him being messed around with.
His small, body, and spiky, black hair made me recognize him instantly.

Two of the boys were holding his arms behind his back tightly and the tallest boy with joe dirt hair punched billie in the stomach twice, and in the face four.
Dropping my food, I rushed over to the guys punching him and brought my hand back as far as possible before It smashed into his cold, pale face.
His head snapped viciously back, him slowly bringing it up, to feel his bleeding lip.
He shot a dirty look at me, before signalling his pussy ass dogs to follow him to the bus stop across the neighborhood,
Just to leave me alone with billie.
I turned around to see billie with his face buried in his hands
I gently grabbed his wrists and slowly pulled them away from his face.
He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, holding them back.
I could see it.
A red mark, slowly turning purple was on his left cheek.
"Can...can we walk to school today?" He stammered.
I silently nodded my head yes as he looked down.
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I stared at him from the back of his head in math.
I snapped out of my thoughts quickly hearing "partner up"
Smiling uncontrollably, I slowly walked to the back of billie, before I felt two taps on the shoulder.
Turning around my two friends gave me an assuring look.
"You two work together today."
Their faces dropped, before walking away.
I turned back around, getting ready to talk to him.
Before I could had the chance to talk to him, he asked the teacher to use the bathroom.
I huffed in defeat.
I'll never get him.
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25 minutes later, the teacher didn't notice he was still gone.
I ran out of the class quickly, running into the bathroom.
No sign.
I searched around the school, outside in the field, the roof, everywhere!
I just wanted to see him.
I finally gave up.
Forgetting about school and grabbing my backpack, I wanted to go to my home.
Christie Road....
I've known that place for almost my whole life really.
I set up my old couch and drums there.
I went there when my mom had drunken rages, or hit me for a dumb reason.
I just tried to get away.
My black converse hit the ground, heading to Christie Road.
"Take another left..." I mumbled to myself, once I turned the corner.
I now was heading up to Christie Road.
The sound of an acoustic guitar was being played.
And a beautiful singing voice.
He was singing loud.
"Take me to the tracks at Christie Road..."
I few seconds later  he messed up on his guitar.
"FUCK. that's the third time!" He shouted angrily.

I sat down at the drum kit.

His small, skinny back was faced towards me.

Right when he started playing, I grabbed my sticks and started.

He snapped around and I gave him a grin, he continued to play and sing as his cheeks grew red.

"Did you follow me here?" He questions, once we stopped playing.

"Uhh, actually...no. I've been going here forever."

I shyly mumble.
He nodded his head.
"Is that why the drum kit is always here?" His small, beautiful voice asked me, with his catchy and lovable chuckle along with it.
"Yeah" I replied.

--

We sat down on the couch together, as I grabbed my backpack and pulled out a couple beers.
"Want one?" I asked him.
"Oh, no thanks. I'm trying to get sober for my girlfriend."
Girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

Girl-friend.

My heart broke into a thousand pieces when he said that word "girlfriend". I just wanted to cry. Curl up into a ball, and shrink.

"Whats wrong?" I heard him call out.
I whooped my head into his direction, focusing on his green, Emerald eyes.
"Oh...n-nothing. I'm fine." I murmer.
A long state of silence was driven over our shoulders as i pulled out another beer, and another, and another...

Billies POV:

He was drunk as fuck.

And it was hilarious.

He started off, open, understanding, yknow?
Then he started talking about how he tried to fuck his dog in the ass. (Blink pun intended)

"It wouldn't slide in..." He said, the most serious face.
He seemed a bit disappointed when he stated that part of the story.
"Billie guess what" He says, walking around in the dark, the dimly lit moon and stars were the only thing shining.
"Yeah Tré?" I ask, catching up to him.
"I'm gay as fuuuuuuckkkk." He slurred on his words, talking in an asmr voice.
I didn't understand the point of his statement.
"And I'm straight as fuuuuuuckkkk" I chuckle.
He looks at me, his eyes eventually dropping and looking back down.
"We better get going...." I mumble to Tre, who's kicking rocks.