The Truth About Dogs, chapter 12

I went home. Adrienne was wondering what I was doing home, but I was still so pissed off that I couldn't tell her. She finally just called Rob and asked what happened.

She, of course, tried to understand where I was coming from, but was mostly leaning towards Tre's side.

"It's just a... "

"Dog, I know," I interrupted.

"Billie, listen: This is stupid. You need to go back and help your band. Just talk to Tre about it. You just can't quit!"

Adrienne is always the voice of reason. I knew she was right, but I'm still a stubborn jackass. I waited a few days. Well, I wasn't going to go back at all, but Mike had called me with some interesting news...

"Our album is missing!"

"WHAT? What happened to it?!?"

"I have no idea. Rob was working on it last night, put it away, and when Tre and I came in in the morning, it was gone!"

"Pecker... " I said quietly.

"BILLIE! It's not the damn dog! Tre took him back for you."

Damn, I felt like an ass.

"He did... ?"

"Yes... We need you, Bill, and believe it or not, you need us."

He did have a point. I was miserable without them. There were so many times that I wanted to call Tre, but then I was like, "Wait... I'm mad at him... "

"Ok. I'll come back, and we'll all search for the album."

"Okay. And Tre says he's really sorry."

"Tell him it's alright. Why did he get of Pecker, though?"

"I already told you... it's because of you."

"Why?"

"Because he knew you wouldn't come back if Pecker was still here."

I was just feeling even more worse.