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Post by Kill on Jul 6, 2005 22:07:00 GMT -5
Oh, I see.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 14:44:04 GMT -5
Sorry this part is so short. I kind of have writer’s block when it comes to this story. I mean, I know what I want to happen, but putting into words is so difficult. Part 19 TRE’S POINT OF VIEW “I did it,” she gasped into the other end of the phone. “Lydia? Is that you?” “Yeah,” she said. “And I did it.” “Did what?” I asked, scratching my head. “I broke up with Jeff.” “Really?” I said. “That’s great. I mean, he was an asshole. He cheated on you. You shouldn’t do that to people.” “Yeah, he was a real ass. But I was wondering if maybe now that I’m single, you wanted to go out or something.” “Sure,” I said. I had been kind of waiting for this for a while. I really liked her for some reason, a lot more than most girls I dated. I had really been hoping that she’d leave that scumbag. “Awesome!” she exclaimed. “How about you come over to my apartment Friday night at about seven? I’ll make dinner.” “Sounds good,” I said. “See you then.”
LYDIA’S POINT OF VIEW I hated lying to Tre. It made me feel like a real bitch, but I had to do it. After all, I wanted to love him. I knew he was what was best for me. But I couldn’t very well leave Jeff. He needed my support, at least while they were recording. Once that was over, I really would break up with him. I could only hope that I could keep people from finding out that I was dating one if they thought I was dating the other. I knew if I told Claire about this, she would say that what I was doing was as bad as what Jeff had done to me, but it was different. At least, I thought so.
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Post by Kill on Jul 7, 2005 18:51:16 GMT -5
Hm...
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 20:19:43 GMT -5
Part 20 “Jeff, I don’t feel well,” I lied. “You should go home. I think I’m going to take a nap.” “If you don’t feel well, then I should stay here,” he insisted. Tre was going to arrive in an hour and I hadn’t even started cooking. Jeff had shown up unannounced, and he wouldn’t leave. “Please,” I said. “I can’t sleep knowing someone else is in my house. And you know that. Just go home, baby.” “Fine,” he sighed. “If it bothers you that much.” He kissed me goodbye and left, watching as I grabbed a blanket and cuddled up on the couch. I lay there, pretending to sleep until I was sure he was gone. I then sat up and hurried to start cooking. I threw on some spaghetti and sauce, grabbed some bread, and made an effort to look like I had cooked everything from scratch. I poured the spaghetti into bowels just as Tre arrived. “Hey,” I said, greeting him. “Dinner is served.” “This is incredible,” he said, eying the table I had set. “Thank you.” “I hope it tastes as good as it looks,” he said, laughing as he sat down. I sat across from him, and the two of us ate in silence, which I supposed was good since I was afraid I would say something stupid. “This is amazing,” he commented. “Thanks,” I giggled. “If you don’t mind my asking, what did you say when you broke up with Jeff?” he asked. When he asked this, I almost choked on my bread. “Um, I told him that I didn’t want to be in a relationship with someone who cheated on me, and he was pretty okay with that.” “Really?” he asked. “That’s good.” “Yeah,” I said, nodding. I really did hate lying to him. But as much as I hated it, I couldn’t help but do it anyway. I continued lying to him throughout the evening, when he would ask simple questions like what I had done earlier in the week. But I’m sure that if I hadn’t lied, the evening wouldn’t end as it did. I woke up the next morning with Tre lying in the bed next to me, and I realized that lying wasn’t always such a bad thing.
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Post by Kill on Jul 7, 2005 22:38:15 GMT -5
Ut oh. I can sense the bad thing that's about to happen. I think the Tre in the right-most of your signature can too. Just look at his face, lol.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 22:50:48 GMT -5
I love my new sig. I made it this morning.
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Post by Kill on Jul 7, 2005 22:52:33 GMT -5
Yeah, I love it too. I don't have that picture of Tre. Hmph, lol.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 23:09:27 GMT -5
I could post some in the Tre picture thread later.
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Post by Kill on Jul 7, 2005 23:21:47 GMT -5
YAY! lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 9, 2005 17:03:55 GMT -5
Part 21 I hated guilt. And that was the only emotion that I was experiencing over the next few days. Tre called and asked me to go out with him somewhere, but I couldn’t risk getting seen by one of Jeff’s friends or something, so I asked if maybe we could just stay in or something. He said sure and invited me to his house for dinner. “Sure,” I said. At that second, Jeff opened my front door and stepped in. “Hey, baby!” he exclaimed. I pressed a finger to my lips and pointed to the phone, hoping Tre hadn’t heard him. “Sorry,” he whispered, then crashed on the couch. “What was that?” Tre asked. “Nothing,” I said. “I have to go though.” “Oh,” he said, sounding disappointed. “Well, see you on Thursday.” “Okay,” I agreed. “I’ll see you then.” “Bye.” He then hung up. I set the phone down and looked at Jeff, who was watching TV or something. “Who was that?” he asked. “Claire,” I lied. I was getting pretty quick with this lying thing. “She wants to hang out on Thursday night.” “You’re not going to be out scoping out guys, are you?” he laughed. “No,” I said, but this time it wasn’t really a lie. I would be on a date, not scoping out guys. I sat on the couch next to Jeff. “I have to go to the bathroom,” I said, getting up again, which made sitting down seem even more pointless. While I was in the bathroom, I heard the phone ring. I finished my business as quickly as possible and grabbed the phone, but it was too late. Jeff had answered it. I could hear Jeff, sounding angry already, as if he knew what was coming. “Who’s this?” Jeff asked. “This is Tre,” said the voice on the other end. “Who’s this?” “Jeff,” he growled. “Jeff?” Tre repeated. “I thought Lydia broke up with you.” “No…” “That’s what she told me.” “Are you with her?” asked Jeff. “You know, like, dating her?” “Yeah,” Tre said. “THAT LITTLE BITCH!” Jeff screamed. “Damn it, I’m going to kill her.” “What?” Tre asked, sounding panicky. I decided right then and there that I would beat him to it. I ducked in the closet, searching for something, anything, that I could use to kill myself. I found it, the gun I kept around in case of emergencies. I held the gun against my head, prepared to pull the trigger. The bedroom door flew open. “Where the hell are you?” Jeff screamed. “You’re gonna pay for this.” I held my breath. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was dead, so I waited to kill myself. Maybe he’d leave. And he did. But first he yelled, “I’ll be back, and you’ll wish you had never been fucking born.” I sat there, long after he had left, debating whether or not I should do it. Jeff was a fucker, but it was my fault for staying with him, probably one of the stupidest mistakes I had ever made. That was when the closet door flew open. As a natural reaction, I pointed the gun at him, assuming it was Jeff. “Holy shit.” But it wasn’t Jeff. It was Tre. “Tre,” I whispered, dropping the gun. “What are you doing here?” “I came to make sure Jeff didn’t kill you.” “He’s coming back,” I said. “And if he finds you here, he’ll kill you too.” “Why does this seem so familiar?” Tre asked. “I don’t know,” I said. “Let’s just get out of here.” “I swear,” Tre said as I dragged him out of the apartment. “Psycho boyfriends wanting to kill me. It’s like deja vu or something.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said, approaching Tre’s car. “Let’s go.” “Okay,” he said, shrugging and hopping in the car. He started driving off, leaving. “You know,” he sighed, “I’m not taking you back.” “What?” I asked. This was the last thing I wanted to talk about. “I’ll save you from Jeff, but you cheated on me. I can’t love you after that.” “I didn’t expect for you to,” I said, beginning to sob quietly. I didn’t want Tre to see me cry. I didn’t want to beg him to take me. After all, he was pretty much saving my life. What more could I ask for?
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Post by Kill on Jul 9, 2005 17:10:51 GMT -5
Aw, lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 10, 2005 23:38:51 GMT -5
THIS IS THE LAST PART!!! Wooo! Part 22 FOUR YEARS LATER… “Been a long time,” I said. “Huh?” Tre turned around. He stared at me for a second. I was pretty sure he didn’t recognize me. “You don’t remember me, do you?” I asked. “You look familiar. What’s your name?” He took a sip of his drink. It was pretty noisy, but then again, this was a party celebrating the release of Green Day’s 10th album. It was bound to be loud. “Lydia Barns,” I said. “Lydia Barns,” he repeated. “Did we date?” “Yes,” I said, kind of sad that I wasn’t memorable enough. But I tried not to let it show. Maybe approaching Tre was a mistake. I should’ve stayed with my husband, Nick, who was off chatting it up with Rob Cavallo. “Wait, Lydia? The Lydia that cheated on me?” I winced a little. “Yeah,” I said, not wanting to lie to him again. “Wow,” he laughed, hugging me. “It’s been a while.” “Yeah,” I said, not exactly expecting this kind of reaction from him. I mean, when you see someone who cheated on you, you don’t exactly greet them with open arms. “How are things?” “Pretty good,” I said. “I’m married now.” “No way,” Tre laughed. “Yup,” I nodded. “And I’m expecting.” I patted my stomach. “Congratulations,” Tre said, smiling. “I hear talk that you’re getting married as well,” I said, forcing a smile. All I could think of was what could’ve been, but it was too late now. “Yeah,” he said. “So, who’s the lucky lady?” “That’s her, over there,” he said, pointing to a blonde woman with blue eyes who was talking to Adrienne and Billie. “Wow. She’s, um, younger than you,” I said. Not that I wasn’t younger than Tre. But she was a lot younger. “I have a thing for younger women,” he laughed, winking at me. I laughed, although I didn’t really find it funny. “If you don’t mind my asking, whatever happened with that guy? You know, that guy you were dating” “Jeff? Well, he married this Maria chick. Turns out he was cheating on me long before I found out. One time, he said. One time my ass.” “Sorry,” Tre said, shaking his head. “At least he didn’t kill you like he said he would.” “Good point,” I said. “Baby,” Nick said, walking over to me. “Hey, Tre,” he said, smiling at Tre. “No way,” Tre laughed, looking at me. “You married our guitar tech?” “Yup,” I said, blushing a bit. “Well, good luck, you two,” Tre said and walked off, over to his soon-to-be wife. She smiled at him as he walked over and kissed her. I could feel the jealousy raging inside of me. “I was going to introduce you to Tre, but I see you already met. I didn’t know you knew him.” “Yup,” I said. And it was a sad reality. Not everyone marries a rock star, although I’m pretty sure I could’ve. As happy as I’d convinced myself I was, I knew that wasn’t the case. But I would have a family soon. I should appreciate that. Not everyone has a loving husband or a child (even though mine isn’t born yet). I’m lucky. So why am I living in a world of regrets? Tre slipped his arm around the shoulders of his fiance. That could be me, I thought. If it weren’t for the fact that I was too stupid to leave Jeff. And in retrospect, I didn’t even understand why I hadn’t. What was wrong with me? “You okay?” Nick asked. “I’m fine,” I said. “I love you.” “I love you, too. More than you could possibly know.” And for a moment, those words seemed to take all the regret away.
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Post by Kill on Jul 11, 2005 17:14:55 GMT -5
AWWWWW! YAY! GOOD STORY!!! Once again, lol.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 11, 2005 19:03:05 GMT -5
Thank you. I had to finish it before I left.
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Post by ilovegerardway on Jul 11, 2005 20:18:58 GMT -5
Awwwwwwww... that was so cute. i LOVE the end to the story. yay for Dori!
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