The One That I Want, chapter 1
**OH.. Btw... In this story Billie hasn't met Adrienne, Mike hasn't met Anastasia, and nobody has kids. Cuz if it was one of those stories with the divorces.. It's just evil I think. But here's my story**
"Tre! You asshole!" Billie Joe yelled at Tre. Yes. Tre Cool and Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day. The 3 were zooming down the street, no not even a highway. It was a small little street. The kind with little kids playing hopscotch on the sidewalk. Yeah, that kind of street. Back to the story..
"Tre please! I AM FUCKING BEGGING YOU! SLOW DOWN!" Billie Joe yelled at Tre, holding on tightly to the inside of the black SUV.
"YEAH.. TRE. LET ME DRIVE.. WATCH OUT!" Mike yelled, being slammed against Billie in the back seat.
"You almost hit the curb.. Dumbass.." Billie Joe said very afraid.
"Billie, Mike. Take it easy" Tre said laughing to himself. "Just a little fun isn't bad right?" He slowed down the car.
"Thank god" Billie Joe said putting his head in his hands.
"Where the hell are we anyway?.." Mike asked looking out the window. They were parked on a little street. It was dark out. 8:00pm.
"Some place in... I don't know.." Tre said looking out the window at the sky.
"You think we should ask somebody" Billie asked yawning.
"No ones going to walk by.. It's fucking 8:00 at night Billie." Mike said looking at his watch.
"Let's knock on a door or something" Tre suggested.
"Tre" Mike said looking over at Tre. "Can you picture that"
"Yeah, so we'll just say like 'hey what's up... Can you tell us what the hell city this is? Thank you very much' no that won't work" Billie Joe said wiping his eyes.
"It's our only chance though.." Mike said yawning.
"I say let's go find a hotel.. And crash" Billie Joe suggested. "I'm burnt"
"One things straight.. I am NOT driving with that fuck of a driver again" Mike said, giving Tre a look. Tre grinned.
"Okay Mike.. That is a good point." Billie Joe said smiling.. Stretching." I'm willing to knock on that door right there. Number 72" he said and pointed at the house.
"There.. Let's go then. Jeez." Tre said. He opened the SUV door.
"It's December, Tre you moron" Mike started. "You're wearing a fucking tshirt because you wanted to look cool at the show"
"Yeah.. And wasn't I?" Tre said happily, rubbing his arms to keep warm. "That's me I'm MISTER Cool. Come on let's knock"
"Yeah.. Alright" Mike agreed and got out of the car.
[House#72---inside AKA My BFF Joanna, and my house]
*Ding*
"Oo Christmas cookies are ready!" Joanna said to herself, getting up from the couch. She put on the oven mits and took out the cookies. "Thank god Sarah's not here.. I'm using the oven 'oh god! It's an appliance!" Joanna said still talking to herself. "Amnd why the hell am I talking to myself... No clue at all!"
"Tre! You asshole!" Billie Joe yelled at Tre. Yes. Tre Cool and Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day. The 3 were zooming down the street, no not even a highway. It was a small little street. The kind with little kids playing hopscotch on the sidewalk. Yeah, that kind of street. Back to the story..
"Tre please! I AM FUCKING BEGGING YOU! SLOW DOWN!" Billie Joe yelled at Tre, holding on tightly to the inside of the black SUV.
"YEAH.. TRE. LET ME DRIVE.. WATCH OUT!" Mike yelled, being slammed against Billie in the back seat.
"You almost hit the curb.. Dumbass.." Billie Joe said very afraid.
"Billie, Mike. Take it easy" Tre said laughing to himself. "Just a little fun isn't bad right?" He slowed down the car.
"Thank god" Billie Joe said putting his head in his hands.
"Where the hell are we anyway?.." Mike asked looking out the window. They were parked on a little street. It was dark out. 8:00pm.
"Some place in... I don't know.." Tre said looking out the window at the sky.
"You think we should ask somebody" Billie asked yawning.
"No ones going to walk by.. It's fucking 8:00 at night Billie." Mike said looking at his watch.
"Let's knock on a door or something" Tre suggested.
"Tre" Mike said looking over at Tre. "Can you picture that"
"Yeah, so we'll just say like 'hey what's up... Can you tell us what the hell city this is? Thank you very much' no that won't work" Billie Joe said wiping his eyes.
"It's our only chance though.." Mike said yawning.
"I say let's go find a hotel.. And crash" Billie Joe suggested. "I'm burnt"
"One things straight.. I am NOT driving with that fuck of a driver again" Mike said, giving Tre a look. Tre grinned.
"Okay Mike.. That is a good point." Billie Joe said smiling.. Stretching." I'm willing to knock on that door right there. Number 72" he said and pointed at the house.
"There.. Let's go then. Jeez." Tre said. He opened the SUV door.
"It's December, Tre you moron" Mike started. "You're wearing a fucking tshirt because you wanted to look cool at the show"
"Yeah.. And wasn't I?" Tre said happily, rubbing his arms to keep warm. "That's me I'm MISTER Cool. Come on let's knock"
"Yeah.. Alright" Mike agreed and got out of the car.
[House#72---inside AKA My BFF Joanna, and my house]
*Ding*
"Oo Christmas cookies are ready!" Joanna said to herself, getting up from the couch. She put on the oven mits and took out the cookies. "Thank god Sarah's not here.. I'm using the oven 'oh god! It's an appliance!" Joanna said still talking to herself. "Amnd why the hell am I talking to myself... No clue at all!"
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