What? I Can Dream Too..., chapter 6
"Home!" Hannah grinned broadly, staring up at the house as if she'd been away from it for years rather than a night.
"If you're like this after one night, what the hell are you gonna be like when we go on tour?!" Billie Joe laughed, at least until a hand started to come toward his face at force, then he decided it would be safer to stop and just go inside.
"Is it time to eat yet? Obviously Billie JOe doesn't deserve anything, but I'm really really really hungry, they don't give you any food if they cut you open...I haven't had anything to eat for nearly a whole day...I Need food..."
"So do I." Tre joined in like a toddler trying to be like his older sister.
"Well, I don't see anybody racing to the kitchen, shall I just go out and get chinese of something?" Now it was becoming obvious why Mike was known for being the smart one in the band.
"YAY!" Tre was bouncing again, "FOOOOOOOD!"
"OK. I'll do that then..." Billie Joe and Hannah both nodded in agreement from the sofa.
"I'll be back in about a half hour then-"
"With food?"
"Yes, Hannah, with food."
"Good, bye then, oh-actually, while you're out, could you get me some magazines please..." Puppy dog eyes were back. With a vengance.
"Like what?"
"Ummmmm...Heat, Q, NME, Empire and The Beano please lovely Mike." And the winning smile has returned to join the puppy dog eyes in a resistance crushing partnership.
"Yeah, I suppose, anything else?" Mike was fully expecting a list of the most randomn things they could think up after that, but all that came was a request for some Coke and something chocolatey and some ice cream.
"Well, I'll go get all that then and then we can eat."
"Cool, see ya."
"Don't get lost or break yourself or anything, sweetie! MWAH!"
"I swear, if you hadn't broken yourself I would actually have jumped on you by now." Tre made a face that could get him a part in a Tarantino movie any day.
"What for?" Hannah smiled innocently, a face for a Disney movie.
"All that lovey stuff, For people who aren't married or anything, you're all over each other." Hannah shot Tre a warning glance.
"Shut up you, I warned you before about that..."
AFter that, the room fell into silence, eventually the TV got turned on and the usual search for a cartoon or a random documentary about something completely insane or something involving destruction or injury of any kind...Billie Joe had wandered off into the kitchen in search of something to drink. Hospital coffee was all well and good, but it tasted like they were trying to slip you some kind of immunisation in while you drank it. As he searched through the fridge, croached down on his shins looking at the lowest shelves first he began mindlessly humming to himself...
"You know, thats good, you should record it and put it on an album..." Hannah was leaning against the worktop watching him.
"mmmmm...yeah, I think I'll call it Geek Stink Breath..." He said trying to sound thoughtful.
"and the album you put it on should be called Insomniac..."
"Now thats a good idea! I think we'll do a video for it, involving teeth pulling..."
"Whatever floats your boat...oddball." Hannah grabbed the bottle of beer Billie had just pulled from the fridge, opening it and then drinking half before putting it back exactly where it was.
"I heard that,"
"You were meant to!"
"Hey! Where'd my beer go?!" As if he didn't know..."You shouldn't be drinking anyway, it does dangerous things to you..."
"And you should? Mr Billie Joe Bloody Invincible Armstrong?!" She stuck her toungue out at him, "Anyway, Its my fucking beer!"
"STOP FUCKING ARGUING YOU TWO! I'm trying to watch the TV here..." Tre shouted through the house.
"Well SOOORRRY! I do appologise!"
"Billie, there really is no point in sticking your toungue out, he can't see you..."
A playful slap across the head and Billie Joe took the beer through to where Tre was watching the TV as Hannah followed slowly and jerkily, still not quite being used to having to hop everywhere...
The rest of the time Mike was gone was taken up by Billie Joe and Tre drinking beer, Hannah stealing quick gulps of the stuff whenever she could (Billie Joe had decided that she wasn't going to have any no matter how much she begged and it was far too difficult to get to the kitchen to get her own.), Billie Joe or Tre stealing their beer back and the whole process starting again, with all of this set to a backdrop of Kerrang TV and cartoons.
After about 10 minutes of this, MIke finally walked through the door, almost mobbed by a very hungry Tre who strated pulling at the carrier bags tangled round Mike's fingers in an attempt to find something edible.
Mike eventually fought his way through to the kitchen, leaving Tre lying on the floor in the hallway attacking a bag of M&Ms like it would eat him if he didn't get rid of it first. Hannah hopped through from the living room and joined it him, finding a stool to perch on and going through the bag of stuff that hospital had given her, trying to decifer all the instructions.
"So...Help me here." Hannah poked Mike, who looked over from the note he'd found on the fridge door, "one of those, one of these, two of the little smartie shaped ones and then that one after we've eaten. That sound about right?"
"Yeah, probably...I never did understand these things." Mike went back to unpacking the takeaway.
"hmmmmm...its probably close enough..." Hannah swallowed the handful of pills and carried on the conversation, "did you check the answerphone yet?"
"Yes, in all that free time I had(!) No, I figured you'd do it while I was out, but apparently not..." Mike stepped over to the phone on the wall and hit the button, "I'll do it now."
"What a good idea." Hannah managed to get in before the machine started up.
"Message 1 Hello. Its Lynn. Just calling to say I hope you'd remembered you're coming tomorrow and that you don't need to pick up your grandparents, your cousin is going to do that, seeing as how you will be at church in the morning then you'll need to get ready. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow at 2. End of messages"
The look on Mike's face as the message told him he'd be going to church that morning had Hannah almost in hysterics, causing Tre and Billie Joe to come into the room to try and find out what was going on. A plan which was soon forgotten as they spotted the silver foil containers sat on the worksurface.
"What, were you gonna eat all of this yourselves?!" Tre grabbed as much of it as he could as he legged it back towards the living room where he sat cross legged on the floor, soon joined by Billie and the rest of the food.
A couple of minutes later, Mike carried Hannah in, attracting strange looks from the two fighting with a tin foil box on the floor.
"What, you try hopping everywhere. It gets very tiring very quickly." Hannah reached down from the sofa where Mike had put her down and grabbed a container, quickly pulling the lid off and poking at the contents with her chopsticks for a moment before starting to eat.
"How the hell did you do that?!" Tre asked, sounding like she'd discovered the cure for the common cold using only a tea towel and a guitar string.
"I opened it?" Hannah continued to eat. "You just lift the flap round the edge up...its not rocket science." Hannah and Mike rolled their eyes at each other and continued attacking their meals with chopsticks.
"But its so complicated." Tre pouted. "You do it." He held the now rather battered container out in the general direction of the sofa, grabbing it as soon as it was passed back, attacking it and finishing the entire contents within seconds. "Well, that was fun. Now what?"
"I dunno, read a magazine." Mike threw the bag of Magazines he had brought back, hitting the back of Tre's head sending him head first into the enmpty tin foil dish.
"OW!" Tre stuck his tongue out in the genral direction of Mike. "Fine, I'm going to read about..." He grabbed the first one in the pile, Heat, "You two?!"
"If you're like this after one night, what the hell are you gonna be like when we go on tour?!" Billie Joe laughed, at least until a hand started to come toward his face at force, then he decided it would be safer to stop and just go inside.
"Is it time to eat yet? Obviously Billie JOe doesn't deserve anything, but I'm really really really hungry, they don't give you any food if they cut you open...I haven't had anything to eat for nearly a whole day...I Need food..."
"So do I." Tre joined in like a toddler trying to be like his older sister.
"Well, I don't see anybody racing to the kitchen, shall I just go out and get chinese of something?" Now it was becoming obvious why Mike was known for being the smart one in the band.
"YAY!" Tre was bouncing again, "FOOOOOOOD!"
"OK. I'll do that then..." Billie Joe and Hannah both nodded in agreement from the sofa.
"I'll be back in about a half hour then-"
"With food?"
"Yes, Hannah, with food."
"Good, bye then, oh-actually, while you're out, could you get me some magazines please..." Puppy dog eyes were back. With a vengance.
"Like what?"
"Ummmmm...Heat, Q, NME, Empire and The Beano please lovely Mike." And the winning smile has returned to join the puppy dog eyes in a resistance crushing partnership.
"Yeah, I suppose, anything else?" Mike was fully expecting a list of the most randomn things they could think up after that, but all that came was a request for some Coke and something chocolatey and some ice cream.
"Well, I'll go get all that then and then we can eat."
"Cool, see ya."
"Don't get lost or break yourself or anything, sweetie! MWAH!"
"I swear, if you hadn't broken yourself I would actually have jumped on you by now." Tre made a face that could get him a part in a Tarantino movie any day.
"What for?" Hannah smiled innocently, a face for a Disney movie.
"All that lovey stuff, For people who aren't married or anything, you're all over each other." Hannah shot Tre a warning glance.
"Shut up you, I warned you before about that..."
AFter that, the room fell into silence, eventually the TV got turned on and the usual search for a cartoon or a random documentary about something completely insane or something involving destruction or injury of any kind...Billie Joe had wandered off into the kitchen in search of something to drink. Hospital coffee was all well and good, but it tasted like they were trying to slip you some kind of immunisation in while you drank it. As he searched through the fridge, croached down on his shins looking at the lowest shelves first he began mindlessly humming to himself...
"You know, thats good, you should record it and put it on an album..." Hannah was leaning against the worktop watching him.
"mmmmm...yeah, I think I'll call it Geek Stink Breath..." He said trying to sound thoughtful.
"and the album you put it on should be called Insomniac..."
"Now thats a good idea! I think we'll do a video for it, involving teeth pulling..."
"Whatever floats your boat...oddball." Hannah grabbed the bottle of beer Billie had just pulled from the fridge, opening it and then drinking half before putting it back exactly where it was.
"I heard that,"
"You were meant to!"
"Hey! Where'd my beer go?!" As if he didn't know..."You shouldn't be drinking anyway, it does dangerous things to you..."
"And you should? Mr Billie Joe Bloody Invincible Armstrong?!" She stuck her toungue out at him, "Anyway, Its my fucking beer!"
"STOP FUCKING ARGUING YOU TWO! I'm trying to watch the TV here..." Tre shouted through the house.
"Well SOOORRRY! I do appologise!"
"Billie, there really is no point in sticking your toungue out, he can't see you..."
A playful slap across the head and Billie Joe took the beer through to where Tre was watching the TV as Hannah followed slowly and jerkily, still not quite being used to having to hop everywhere...
The rest of the time Mike was gone was taken up by Billie Joe and Tre drinking beer, Hannah stealing quick gulps of the stuff whenever she could (Billie Joe had decided that she wasn't going to have any no matter how much she begged and it was far too difficult to get to the kitchen to get her own.), Billie Joe or Tre stealing their beer back and the whole process starting again, with all of this set to a backdrop of Kerrang TV and cartoons.
After about 10 minutes of this, MIke finally walked through the door, almost mobbed by a very hungry Tre who strated pulling at the carrier bags tangled round Mike's fingers in an attempt to find something edible.
Mike eventually fought his way through to the kitchen, leaving Tre lying on the floor in the hallway attacking a bag of M&Ms like it would eat him if he didn't get rid of it first. Hannah hopped through from the living room and joined it him, finding a stool to perch on and going through the bag of stuff that hospital had given her, trying to decifer all the instructions.
"So...Help me here." Hannah poked Mike, who looked over from the note he'd found on the fridge door, "one of those, one of these, two of the little smartie shaped ones and then that one after we've eaten. That sound about right?"
"Yeah, probably...I never did understand these things." Mike went back to unpacking the takeaway.
"hmmmmm...its probably close enough..." Hannah swallowed the handful of pills and carried on the conversation, "did you check the answerphone yet?"
"Yes, in all that free time I had(!) No, I figured you'd do it while I was out, but apparently not..." Mike stepped over to the phone on the wall and hit the button, "I'll do it now."
"What a good idea." Hannah managed to get in before the machine started up.
"Message 1 Hello. Its Lynn. Just calling to say I hope you'd remembered you're coming tomorrow and that you don't need to pick up your grandparents, your cousin is going to do that, seeing as how you will be at church in the morning then you'll need to get ready. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow at 2. End of messages"
The look on Mike's face as the message told him he'd be going to church that morning had Hannah almost in hysterics, causing Tre and Billie Joe to come into the room to try and find out what was going on. A plan which was soon forgotten as they spotted the silver foil containers sat on the worksurface.
"What, were you gonna eat all of this yourselves?!" Tre grabbed as much of it as he could as he legged it back towards the living room where he sat cross legged on the floor, soon joined by Billie and the rest of the food.
A couple of minutes later, Mike carried Hannah in, attracting strange looks from the two fighting with a tin foil box on the floor.
"What, you try hopping everywhere. It gets very tiring very quickly." Hannah reached down from the sofa where Mike had put her down and grabbed a container, quickly pulling the lid off and poking at the contents with her chopsticks for a moment before starting to eat.
"How the hell did you do that?!" Tre asked, sounding like she'd discovered the cure for the common cold using only a tea towel and a guitar string.
"I opened it?" Hannah continued to eat. "You just lift the flap round the edge up...its not rocket science." Hannah and Mike rolled their eyes at each other and continued attacking their meals with chopsticks.
"But its so complicated." Tre pouted. "You do it." He held the now rather battered container out in the general direction of the sofa, grabbing it as soon as it was passed back, attacking it and finishing the entire contents within seconds. "Well, that was fun. Now what?"
"I dunno, read a magazine." Mike threw the bag of Magazines he had brought back, hitting the back of Tre's head sending him head first into the enmpty tin foil dish.
"OW!" Tre stuck his tongue out in the genral direction of Mike. "Fine, I'm going to read about..." He grabbed the first one in the pile, Heat, "You two?!"
