A Night To Remember, chapter 4
It was two hours later. They had called the First Aid(They needed one - someone always got hurt on tour), and she had a look at Tré.
"He'll be fine." She smiled as she took his temperature and looked at his cut. "Just keep him nice and warm. Don't let him go out for a while. Call me if you have any more little accidents!"
"Thanks." Billie Joe said as he saw her out. Mike and Tré sat in silence.
"I am really really sorry." Mike said. Tré had stopped shivering. He smiled.
"I'll just know next time; NEVER wake up Mike on a cold day." Mike laughed and Billie Joe sat down. It was 7.30 am and the snow was still falling fast and thick.
"Is this normal?" Billie Joe asked as he glanced out of the bus window. It was shrouded in snowflakes. "I know Scotland's cold, but damn!" He sat down and flicked on the TV. Scooby Doo was on.
"SCOOBY DOO!" Tré nearly leapt up in excitement. Daphne was talking to Fred.
"Oh, Daphne." Tré said. "I wouldn't mind-"
Billie Joe switched the channel.
"HEY!" Tré exclaimed.
"I've had enough of your sexual dream descriptions of Daphne!" Billie Joe said.
"Yeah, and the part with Scooby Doo and his tongue is just sick." Mike said.
"What? Haven't you ever had a crush on a hot cartoon character?" Tré said.
"No." Billie and Mike said in unison. Tré huffed.
"Who's the wounded soldier here? Who's the poor, cold and concussed-"
"Shh!" Mike said. The weather was on. Large black snow clouds shrouded the view of Scotland. The weather lady was talking about a storm warning.
"We're experiencing some freak weather from the arctic right now, but it should clear up in two or three days. I would advise people not to travel, and if they have to take extreme caution. This weather is extremely unusual for this time of year, but as I said, it should pass. I'd advise people not to go trick or treating tonight."
"I knew this was cold for Scotland!" Billie Joe exclaimed triumphantly. They all jumped as the phone rang. Mike picked it up.
"Hello?" Mike said. "What? No way! When did this happen! Shit. Bye." He slammed down the phone.
"What?" Tré asked.
"The show's cancelled!" He said.
"WHAT!" Billie Joe exclaimed.
"Yeah! The snow storm isn't getting any better and a lot of the roads have been closed off. It's too dangerous to drive."
"Shit." Tré said. "I was really looking forward to scaring all the kids and stuff."
"What?" Billie Joe said.
"It's Halloween dumbass!" Tré said.
"Oh yeah. I forgot." Billie Joe shrugged. "What does it matter anyways? The shows cancelled and we're stuck here for now."
"That could be good. We can PARTY!" Tré shouted.
It was 1pm, and the snow was still falling. The bus was a mess. Empty beer bottles were scattered throughout, and face paint had been smeared everywhere. Tré was lying on the sofa, his bandaged and heavily face painted head resting on a blanketed lump that was Billie Joe. He had used his sheets to dress up as a ghost, but had got tangled up and now sat completely covered and obscured. He tried to direct a beer to his mouth, but it sloshed down his covers instead. He sighed.
"Miiikkkkiiieeeeee." He slurred. "Getsum scissors pleashee." Mike was in no state to talk. He was passed out on the floor. Tré and Billie Joe had given him a makeover. His face was painted green. Billie Joe was the only one conscious.
"Fine then. Do it melesf." He tried to stand, but only managed to sink onto the floor. He soon fell asleep.
"He'll be fine." She smiled as she took his temperature and looked at his cut. "Just keep him nice and warm. Don't let him go out for a while. Call me if you have any more little accidents!"
"Thanks." Billie Joe said as he saw her out. Mike and Tré sat in silence.
"I am really really sorry." Mike said. Tré had stopped shivering. He smiled.
"I'll just know next time; NEVER wake up Mike on a cold day." Mike laughed and Billie Joe sat down. It was 7.30 am and the snow was still falling fast and thick.
"Is this normal?" Billie Joe asked as he glanced out of the bus window. It was shrouded in snowflakes. "I know Scotland's cold, but damn!" He sat down and flicked on the TV. Scooby Doo was on.
"SCOOBY DOO!" Tré nearly leapt up in excitement. Daphne was talking to Fred.
"Oh, Daphne." Tré said. "I wouldn't mind-"
Billie Joe switched the channel.
"HEY!" Tré exclaimed.
"I've had enough of your sexual dream descriptions of Daphne!" Billie Joe said.
"Yeah, and the part with Scooby Doo and his tongue is just sick." Mike said.
"What? Haven't you ever had a crush on a hot cartoon character?" Tré said.
"No." Billie and Mike said in unison. Tré huffed.
"Who's the wounded soldier here? Who's the poor, cold and concussed-"
"Shh!" Mike said. The weather was on. Large black snow clouds shrouded the view of Scotland. The weather lady was talking about a storm warning.
"We're experiencing some freak weather from the arctic right now, but it should clear up in two or three days. I would advise people not to travel, and if they have to take extreme caution. This weather is extremely unusual for this time of year, but as I said, it should pass. I'd advise people not to go trick or treating tonight."
"I knew this was cold for Scotland!" Billie Joe exclaimed triumphantly. They all jumped as the phone rang. Mike picked it up.
"Hello?" Mike said. "What? No way! When did this happen! Shit. Bye." He slammed down the phone.
"What?" Tré asked.
"The show's cancelled!" He said.
"WHAT!" Billie Joe exclaimed.
"Yeah! The snow storm isn't getting any better and a lot of the roads have been closed off. It's too dangerous to drive."
"Shit." Tré said. "I was really looking forward to scaring all the kids and stuff."
"What?" Billie Joe said.
"It's Halloween dumbass!" Tré said.
"Oh yeah. I forgot." Billie Joe shrugged. "What does it matter anyways? The shows cancelled and we're stuck here for now."
"That could be good. We can PARTY!" Tré shouted.
It was 1pm, and the snow was still falling. The bus was a mess. Empty beer bottles were scattered throughout, and face paint had been smeared everywhere. Tré was lying on the sofa, his bandaged and heavily face painted head resting on a blanketed lump that was Billie Joe. He had used his sheets to dress up as a ghost, but had got tangled up and now sat completely covered and obscured. He tried to direct a beer to his mouth, but it sloshed down his covers instead. He sighed.
"Miiikkkkiiieeeeee." He slurred. "Getsum scissors pleashee." Mike was in no state to talk. He was passed out on the floor. Tré and Billie Joe had given him a makeover. His face was painted green. Billie Joe was the only one conscious.
"Fine then. Do it melesf." He tried to stand, but only managed to sink onto the floor. He soon fell asleep.
