Redundant, chapter 7
I landed flat down on my face. I was lucky that I landed on a patch of grass, but I cracked my nose. It hurt like hell. I got up from the ground and held my nose. It was bleeding pretty badly.
"Oh, Billie Joe, what happened up there?" Adrienne asked me as she started cleaning up my face that had dirt all over it. "It's Brad. He's being a bitch again," I started "lets go!" all three of us ran away.
We didn't want to risk going to Mike's house so we decided to go to Tré's house instead. He was usually awake most of the night because he would be banging on chicks. His parents didn't mind (the lucky bastard). We started throwing rocks at his window, trying to get his attention. No answer.
"I'm going to go up there and wake him up," I said to Adrienne and Mike "you wait down here." Before I was able to go, Adrienne grabbed me by the arm.
"No, you cant," she said to me "you've already got a cracked nose. Who knows what could happen if you risk it now!" she made a good point, but I had to do this. I don't even remember why.
"Look Adie," I began saying to her "I'm gonna take a risk. I'll be fine."
I started climbing up the brick wall hoping that I could get Tré's attention this way. The bricks were really hard to climb up. I made it to Tré's bedroom window.
"Wake up you stupid bastard!" I yelled out to Trè. He finally opened the window. All he did was look at me as I was hanging from the window ledge.
"Billie Joe? Since when do you climb up walls at a dominated love slave's house?" he asked me. I rolled my eyes. "I'm not here for sex, you idiot!" I yelled to him "I want you to save my life!" he studied my face carefully and noticed my cracked nose. His mouth dropped open as he looked at my face.
"You're not Billie Joe," he began "you're not even literate! Tell me what you did with Billie Joe Armstrong!!" he pulled me by the shoulders of my shirt and dragged me into his bedroom. he started punching me on the face. Then I heard a voice. It was Mike. He was calling out to Tré from outside.
"Trè Cool, you idiot! More like Tré Dumb," he yelled out to him "That is Billie Joe!" Tré stopped hurting me after he heard what Mike said.
"I am so sorry Billie Joe," he started "it's just that your nose is all screwed up and you've got that bruise covering that side of your face so I couldn't recognise you."
I couldn't get angry at a jerk like Tré, even if he was a complete idiot who lost one of his balls in a unicycle accident. "Hey, no problem, dude." I said to him as I held my nose again.
Mike and Adrienne came into Tré's room the same way I did. Tré was studying Adrienne very carefully. He met his blue eyes with her brown ones and smiled a sexy grin.
"Hello sweet cheeks," he said to her trying to look sexy "My name's Frank. What's yours?" I pulled Tré away from Adrienne and looked at him. I was holding him by the collar of his shirt.
"If you're thinking about taking my girl, guess again," I started saying to him "if I ever find out that another guy is going out with her, they're gonna get a kick up the wazoo!" I let go of Tré and looked at Adrienne. The brown haired girl was just sitting on Tré's bed looking a little depressed.
"Adie, what's wrong?" I asked her as I took a seat beside her. She sighed and looked at me. She was upset about something but I couldn't work out what.
"It's nothing;" she began "I'm just worried about you with all the running away and shit." She rested her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tightly. Tré was looking at us from the other end of the room.
"Nuts," He murmured to himself.
"I must get that brown haired chick or my name ain't Tré Cool!"
He paused.
"Shut up. I know what I just said."
"Oh, Billie Joe, what happened up there?" Adrienne asked me as she started cleaning up my face that had dirt all over it. "It's Brad. He's being a bitch again," I started "lets go!" all three of us ran away.
We didn't want to risk going to Mike's house so we decided to go to Tré's house instead. He was usually awake most of the night because he would be banging on chicks. His parents didn't mind (the lucky bastard). We started throwing rocks at his window, trying to get his attention. No answer.
"I'm going to go up there and wake him up," I said to Adrienne and Mike "you wait down here." Before I was able to go, Adrienne grabbed me by the arm.
"No, you cant," she said to me "you've already got a cracked nose. Who knows what could happen if you risk it now!" she made a good point, but I had to do this. I don't even remember why.
"Look Adie," I began saying to her "I'm gonna take a risk. I'll be fine."
I started climbing up the brick wall hoping that I could get Tré's attention this way. The bricks were really hard to climb up. I made it to Tré's bedroom window.
"Wake up you stupid bastard!" I yelled out to Trè. He finally opened the window. All he did was look at me as I was hanging from the window ledge.
"Billie Joe? Since when do you climb up walls at a dominated love slave's house?" he asked me. I rolled my eyes. "I'm not here for sex, you idiot!" I yelled to him "I want you to save my life!" he studied my face carefully and noticed my cracked nose. His mouth dropped open as he looked at my face.
"You're not Billie Joe," he began "you're not even literate! Tell me what you did with Billie Joe Armstrong!!" he pulled me by the shoulders of my shirt and dragged me into his bedroom. he started punching me on the face. Then I heard a voice. It was Mike. He was calling out to Tré from outside.
"Trè Cool, you idiot! More like Tré Dumb," he yelled out to him "That is Billie Joe!" Tré stopped hurting me after he heard what Mike said.
"I am so sorry Billie Joe," he started "it's just that your nose is all screwed up and you've got that bruise covering that side of your face so I couldn't recognise you."
I couldn't get angry at a jerk like Tré, even if he was a complete idiot who lost one of his balls in a unicycle accident. "Hey, no problem, dude." I said to him as I held my nose again.
Mike and Adrienne came into Tré's room the same way I did. Tré was studying Adrienne very carefully. He met his blue eyes with her brown ones and smiled a sexy grin.
"Hello sweet cheeks," he said to her trying to look sexy "My name's Frank. What's yours?" I pulled Tré away from Adrienne and looked at him. I was holding him by the collar of his shirt.
"If you're thinking about taking my girl, guess again," I started saying to him "if I ever find out that another guy is going out with her, they're gonna get a kick up the wazoo!" I let go of Tré and looked at Adrienne. The brown haired girl was just sitting on Tré's bed looking a little depressed.
"Adie, what's wrong?" I asked her as I took a seat beside her. She sighed and looked at me. She was upset about something but I couldn't work out what.
"It's nothing;" she began "I'm just worried about you with all the running away and shit." She rested her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tightly. Tré was looking at us from the other end of the room.
"Nuts," He murmured to himself.
"I must get that brown haired chick or my name ain't Tré Cool!"
He paused.
"Shut up. I know what I just said."
