Obsession, chapter 8
Billie spotted Mike and Tre in the crowd talking with some fans.
"Mike! Mike come here!" Billie yelled over the crowd.
"WHAT?" Mike called back to Billie, looking over the crowd for him.
"I'M OVER HERE! COME THE FUCK HERE! I HAVE FUCKING AWESOME NEWS!"
"Ok! One sec." Mike said as he walked over to where Billie was standing. "Ok. What do you need?"
"Ok dude. Are you fucking ready?"
"I just want to hear what you have to say."
"I don't think you're ready."
"BILLIE JOE!"
"That's me."
"Billie Joe just tell me what you fucking have to tell me if it;s so goddamn awesome!"
"It is awesome."
"Just fucking tell me!"
"Ok. Ok. So, this guy from Lookout! Records came up to me and said that we kicked some major ass out there."
"Uh huh," Mike replied, his heart racing just as Billie Joe's was when he had got told.
"And he fucking wants us to make a fucking record with them!" Tre walked up right as Billie said that. Tre's drumsticks fell from his hands, wide eyed and jaw dropped. Mike had the same look.
"N-No fucking way! WE HAVE A FUCKING RECORD DEAL NOW! PINCH ME! THIS IS AWESOME!" Tre pinched him.
"Nope. Not a dream. But are you fucking serious!?"
"I didn't actually mean pinch me, dumbass! And plus, you're supposed to...oh nevermind!" Mike screamed at Tre.
"Oh. Sorry jeez! Don't go psycho bitch on me! This isn't really a good time to do that when we have awesome news here!"
"I'm fucking serious! A record deal!"
"Did he say when we could start recording in the studio?" Mike asked him.
"No, but I gave him our number so he can call us so we can start recording."
"OK. But it better be soon." Tre said as he bent down to pick up his drumsticks.
"Yeah. I do too. I'm so fucking excited!" Mike said.
"To celebrate, I say DRINKS ON ME!" Tre yelled as he threw his drumsticks into the air, picked them back up and started drumming on the back of Mikes head again.
After hours of celebrating, they were all extremely drunk. Mike had less to drink than the others, so he was the one to drive everyone home. He hoped he wouldn't get pulled over, since he was still pretty drunk. Mike helped Tre and Billie into the back of the van and almost immediately, Tre passed out on Billie's lap.
"Tonight...wasfuckingawesome!" Billie slurred.
"Mhm." Mike said, trying to keep his focus on the road ahead of him.
"Yep yep. Heh, Ikickedass."
"Mmmm"
"You did too, Mikeyboy. Youkickedass." Billie said again before he threw up on Tre who was passed out on his lap.
"Gross." Mike grumbled. he pulled over and found a towel in the junkpile Tre calls a van and wiped both of them down.
"Thanks Mikey. I love you."
"Mmmm. Whatever." Mike said, kind of pissed off.
"Who pissed in your Fruit Loops Mike? What did I do?"
"NOTHING!"
"Then what's wrong?"
"NOTHING JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"Ok...whatever." Billie said as he leaned his head against the window. he lifted his head five minutes later and said to Mike, "Mike?"
"Hm?"
"I won't piss in your Fruit Loops. I promise." Billie said before passing out.
When Mike dropped off Tre and arrived home, Mike hauled Billie inside the door and threw him onto the couch. He rolled him over so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit.
********
Billie woke up around 2:30 PM with a massive headache.
"Owwwww!! My fuckin' head!" Billie said as he got up to get himself a glass of water and Aspirin.
"Good afternoon sleepyhead!" Mike said cheekily.
"Fuck off." Billie murmured after he downed the Aspirin and the glass of water. "What happened last night?"
"Do you really wanna know?"
"Yes."
"Are you suuuure you really wanna know?"
"Yes."
"You really don't want to know. Trust me on this buddy."
"Mike! Don't test with my nerves this...today! Okay! Now can you PLEASE tell me what happened last night?"
"Ok. You, uh, tried to piss in your mouth."
"Did I make it?" Billie asked, unsure if he really wanted to know the answer to the question.
"Uh, yeah. You know you have really good aim."
"Holy shit!" Billie screamed as he ran to the sink to go wash his mouth out with soap and water.
"I'm only joking! You really didn't try to pee in your mouth dumbass!" a hysterical mike said.
"But what REALLY happened last night. Please tell me!"
"Ok. You and Tre were piss ass drunk, Tre passed out on your lap, you threw up on him, I was getting pissed off for some dumb reason, you asked me who pissed in my Fruit Loops, what was wrong, said I wont piss in your Fruit Loops Mike, I promise and fell asleep."
"Damn! You have a good drunk memory. You remember a lot! Fruit Loops? God I'm a dumbass...now I remember! You're a mean drunk Mike! You meany head."
"Loser." Mike said as he walked out of the kitchen to the living room to watch TV.
"Happy happy Joy joy!" the tv blasted.
"Fuck Mike! Turn the fucking TV down! My head is pounding!"
"But I like Ren and Stimpy." Mike pouted.
"OoOoOh! Ren and Stimpy!" Billie said excitedly.
Halfway through the show, someone was pounding on the door/
"Hold on! Hold the fuck on! Keep your fucking pants on! I'm coming! Stupid door. Why do you have to knock!" Mike yelled at the door as he kicked it. "Stop pounding!" Mike yelled and kicked the door some more. "I'll give you something to fucking pound about! There! Pound now!" but the pounding continued/
"You dork. Answer the door and maybe it will stop pounding." Billie said never taking his eyes off the tube. Mike answered the door. It was Tre. Tre stumbled through the door and fell onto the couch next to Billie.
"Fuck Tre! Have you ever tried taking a shower?"
"No. Not yet at least. Why?"
"You smell like vomit!"
"Why? I don't remember throwing up at all."
"You never remember anything dumbass. I guess I threw up on you last night when you passed out on my lap."
"Oh."
"Why are you here?" Mike asked as he plopped down on the recliner.
"I have a massive headache and the worst fucking hangover I've ever had in like...forever. Do you have any Aspirin?" Tre asked holding his head.
"Yeah, it's in the kitchen." Billie said, STILL never talking his eyes away from Ren and Stimpy.
"Ok," Tre said, focusing his eyes on the tv.
"Aren't you going to go get it?" Mike asked.
"You expect ME to go get it!?" Tre glared at Mike.
"Who pissed in your fruit loops?"
"Hey! That's MY phrase jackass!" Billie laughed at Mike as he went to go get the aspirin for Tre.
"Ugh. Thanks," said Tre, taking the Aspirin and the glass of water from Mike.
"When is mom supposed to get home?" Billie asked Mike.
"Today. I think that's what she said."
"Ok. Cool."
About half an hour later, Ollie walked in.
"Hey guys! Wow! You guys looked beat. Rough night?" Ollie asked as she sat down in-between Billie and Tre.
"Eh, you could say that," said Tre.
"Ok, well Bill, can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Can I tell you something really cool first?"
"Ok. Go for it."
"We got a record deal last night from this dude from Lookout! Records!"
"Really! Oh my gosh that's amazing guys! Way to go!" Ollie squealed as she ruffled Billie Joe's hair. "Now can I talk to you?"
"Ok. Shoot." Billie said, turning back to his mom.
"Alone."
"Oh, ok whatever." They walked upstairs to Billie's room.
"Billie."
"That's what they call me." Ollie sighed. Billie knew this wasn't going to be a very good conversation. He braced himself for the worst.
"So I have this friend who's in town for a couple of months and they don't really have a lot of money."
"Ooh huh."
"So I invited them to stay here while they're in town."
"Mom!" Billie groaned. "God you know I hate it when your friends come to stay! They always boss me around and tell me to do stuff for them! God! This was supposed to be a happy week!"
"This is my decision, Billie. Not yours."
"Whatever. No, they're not staying and that's that."
"Yes they are."
"No, they're not!" Billie screamed at his mother.
"Billie!"
"Fuck mom! No fucking way! All of your friends hate me and you fucking know it!"
"No, it's not. They are staying and that's final. End of discussion." Ollie said as she went downstairs.
"FUCK!" Billie screamed and punched his wall as hard as he could before he went downstairs.
"What's up? I heard screaming." Mike asked as Tre looked at him with a questioned look on his face.
"Ugh. My mom and her stupid ass friend is staying here for a couple of moths since they're poor and can't afford to stay at a motel so they're staying here."
"Argh! You're mom's friends hate us! They makes us give them pedicures!" Tre laughed. "This is not funny Tre. Just wait when you're here and they make you give pedicures to them!" Tre stopped laughing. "That's what I thought. This fucking sucks."
"Ya think!?"
"Mike! Mike come here!" Billie yelled over the crowd.
"WHAT?" Mike called back to Billie, looking over the crowd for him.
"I'M OVER HERE! COME THE FUCK HERE! I HAVE FUCKING AWESOME NEWS!"
"Ok! One sec." Mike said as he walked over to where Billie was standing. "Ok. What do you need?"
"Ok dude. Are you fucking ready?"
"I just want to hear what you have to say."
"I don't think you're ready."
"BILLIE JOE!"
"That's me."
"Billie Joe just tell me what you fucking have to tell me if it;s so goddamn awesome!"
"It is awesome."
"Just fucking tell me!"
"Ok. Ok. So, this guy from Lookout! Records came up to me and said that we kicked some major ass out there."
"Uh huh," Mike replied, his heart racing just as Billie Joe's was when he had got told.
"And he fucking wants us to make a fucking record with them!" Tre walked up right as Billie said that. Tre's drumsticks fell from his hands, wide eyed and jaw dropped. Mike had the same look.
"N-No fucking way! WE HAVE A FUCKING RECORD DEAL NOW! PINCH ME! THIS IS AWESOME!" Tre pinched him.
"Nope. Not a dream. But are you fucking serious!?"
"I didn't actually mean pinch me, dumbass! And plus, you're supposed to...oh nevermind!" Mike screamed at Tre.
"Oh. Sorry jeez! Don't go psycho bitch on me! This isn't really a good time to do that when we have awesome news here!"
"I'm fucking serious! A record deal!"
"Did he say when we could start recording in the studio?" Mike asked him.
"No, but I gave him our number so he can call us so we can start recording."
"OK. But it better be soon." Tre said as he bent down to pick up his drumsticks.
"Yeah. I do too. I'm so fucking excited!" Mike said.
"To celebrate, I say DRINKS ON ME!" Tre yelled as he threw his drumsticks into the air, picked them back up and started drumming on the back of Mikes head again.
After hours of celebrating, they were all extremely drunk. Mike had less to drink than the others, so he was the one to drive everyone home. He hoped he wouldn't get pulled over, since he was still pretty drunk. Mike helped Tre and Billie into the back of the van and almost immediately, Tre passed out on Billie's lap.
"Tonight...wasfuckingawesome!" Billie slurred.
"Mhm." Mike said, trying to keep his focus on the road ahead of him.
"Yep yep. Heh, Ikickedass."
"Mmmm"
"You did too, Mikeyboy. Youkickedass." Billie said again before he threw up on Tre who was passed out on his lap.
"Gross." Mike grumbled. he pulled over and found a towel in the junkpile Tre calls a van and wiped both of them down.
"Thanks Mikey. I love you."
"Mmmm. Whatever." Mike said, kind of pissed off.
"Who pissed in your Fruit Loops Mike? What did I do?"
"NOTHING!"
"Then what's wrong?"
"NOTHING JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"Ok...whatever." Billie said as he leaned his head against the window. he lifted his head five minutes later and said to Mike, "Mike?"
"Hm?"
"I won't piss in your Fruit Loops. I promise." Billie said before passing out.
When Mike dropped off Tre and arrived home, Mike hauled Billie inside the door and threw him onto the couch. He rolled him over so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit.
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Billie woke up around 2:30 PM with a massive headache.
"Owwwww!! My fuckin' head!" Billie said as he got up to get himself a glass of water and Aspirin.
"Good afternoon sleepyhead!" Mike said cheekily.
"Fuck off." Billie murmured after he downed the Aspirin and the glass of water. "What happened last night?"
"Do you really wanna know?"
"Yes."
"Are you suuuure you really wanna know?"
"Yes."
"You really don't want to know. Trust me on this buddy."
"Mike! Don't test with my nerves this...today! Okay! Now can you PLEASE tell me what happened last night?"
"Ok. You, uh, tried to piss in your mouth."
"Did I make it?" Billie asked, unsure if he really wanted to know the answer to the question.
"Uh, yeah. You know you have really good aim."
"Holy shit!" Billie screamed as he ran to the sink to go wash his mouth out with soap and water.
"I'm only joking! You really didn't try to pee in your mouth dumbass!" a hysterical mike said.
"But what REALLY happened last night. Please tell me!"
"Ok. You and Tre were piss ass drunk, Tre passed out on your lap, you threw up on him, I was getting pissed off for some dumb reason, you asked me who pissed in my Fruit Loops, what was wrong, said I wont piss in your Fruit Loops Mike, I promise and fell asleep."
"Damn! You have a good drunk memory. You remember a lot! Fruit Loops? God I'm a dumbass...now I remember! You're a mean drunk Mike! You meany head."
"Loser." Mike said as he walked out of the kitchen to the living room to watch TV.
"Happy happy Joy joy!" the tv blasted.
"Fuck Mike! Turn the fucking TV down! My head is pounding!"
"But I like Ren and Stimpy." Mike pouted.
"OoOoOh! Ren and Stimpy!" Billie said excitedly.
Halfway through the show, someone was pounding on the door/
"Hold on! Hold the fuck on! Keep your fucking pants on! I'm coming! Stupid door. Why do you have to knock!" Mike yelled at the door as he kicked it. "Stop pounding!" Mike yelled and kicked the door some more. "I'll give you something to fucking pound about! There! Pound now!" but the pounding continued/
"You dork. Answer the door and maybe it will stop pounding." Billie said never taking his eyes off the tube. Mike answered the door. It was Tre. Tre stumbled through the door and fell onto the couch next to Billie.
"Fuck Tre! Have you ever tried taking a shower?"
"No. Not yet at least. Why?"
"You smell like vomit!"
"Why? I don't remember throwing up at all."
"You never remember anything dumbass. I guess I threw up on you last night when you passed out on my lap."
"Oh."
"Why are you here?" Mike asked as he plopped down on the recliner.
"I have a massive headache and the worst fucking hangover I've ever had in like...forever. Do you have any Aspirin?" Tre asked holding his head.
"Yeah, it's in the kitchen." Billie said, STILL never talking his eyes away from Ren and Stimpy.
"Ok," Tre said, focusing his eyes on the tv.
"Aren't you going to go get it?" Mike asked.
"You expect ME to go get it!?" Tre glared at Mike.
"Who pissed in your fruit loops?"
"Hey! That's MY phrase jackass!" Billie laughed at Mike as he went to go get the aspirin for Tre.
"Ugh. Thanks," said Tre, taking the Aspirin and the glass of water from Mike.
"When is mom supposed to get home?" Billie asked Mike.
"Today. I think that's what she said."
"Ok. Cool."
About half an hour later, Ollie walked in.
"Hey guys! Wow! You guys looked beat. Rough night?" Ollie asked as she sat down in-between Billie and Tre.
"Eh, you could say that," said Tre.
"Ok, well Bill, can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Can I tell you something really cool first?"
"Ok. Go for it."
"We got a record deal last night from this dude from Lookout! Records!"
"Really! Oh my gosh that's amazing guys! Way to go!" Ollie squealed as she ruffled Billie Joe's hair. "Now can I talk to you?"
"Ok. Shoot." Billie said, turning back to his mom.
"Alone."
"Oh, ok whatever." They walked upstairs to Billie's room.
"Billie."
"That's what they call me." Ollie sighed. Billie knew this wasn't going to be a very good conversation. He braced himself for the worst.
"So I have this friend who's in town for a couple of months and they don't really have a lot of money."
"Ooh huh."
"So I invited them to stay here while they're in town."
"Mom!" Billie groaned. "God you know I hate it when your friends come to stay! They always boss me around and tell me to do stuff for them! God! This was supposed to be a happy week!"
"This is my decision, Billie. Not yours."
"Whatever. No, they're not staying and that's that."
"Yes they are."
"No, they're not!" Billie screamed at his mother.
"Billie!"
"Fuck mom! No fucking way! All of your friends hate me and you fucking know it!"
"No, it's not. They are staying and that's final. End of discussion." Ollie said as she went downstairs.
"FUCK!" Billie screamed and punched his wall as hard as he could before he went downstairs.
"What's up? I heard screaming." Mike asked as Tre looked at him with a questioned look on his face.
"Ugh. My mom and her stupid ass friend is staying here for a couple of moths since they're poor and can't afford to stay at a motel so they're staying here."
"Argh! You're mom's friends hate us! They makes us give them pedicures!" Tre laughed. "This is not funny Tre. Just wait when you're here and they make you give pedicures to them!" Tre stopped laughing. "That's what I thought. This fucking sucks."
"Ya think!?"
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