Where Did Green Day Go???, chapter 4
"Wazzup Bill?" A voice said. Magenta and Abby peered round the door. It was Tré Cool, Magenta's favourite band member! He was beaming at Billie, and he was wearing baggy skater shorts and a black t-shirt. He looked at Abby and Magenta with interest.
"Hey Tré. This is Magenta and Abby. Their from out of town." Billie Joe said. Tré wandered inside and grinned at them both.
"How old are you?" He asked them both.
"I'm 16 today, and Abby's 17." Magenta said. Tré pouted.
"Aww. Too young. You're both pretty hot. Happy birthday!" He hugged Magenta, and Magenta suddenly had a feeling that she was hugging a long lost friend.
"Uh. Tré, let go now." Billie Joe said. Tré let go and had a weird expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" Billie Joe asked.
"Uh... Nothing. Just got a feeling of de ja vue." He said. He smiled at them both and they smiled back. They all made their way into the lounge and sat down. Plumbob was already there, his little legs nowhere near touching the ground. Tré gaped at him.
"Is there a problem?" Plumbob asked.
"Uh... well yeah. You're ugly dude!" Tré said. Abby, Magenta and Billie Joe started to laugh.
"Ignore him little guy. Tré's like that with almost everyone." Billie Joe said. Plumbob scowled at Tré.
"Oh I forgot to ask. What's your name little guy?" Billie Joe asked.
"It's Plumbob. And don't call me little guy." Plumbob frowned and crossed his arms in a brattish way.
"Plumbob? Uh... OK. And how old are you?" Tré asked.
"I'm nine." Plumbob said.
"Is he your little brother?" Tré asked. "Coz if he is he didn't get your good looks."
"No. He's not our little brother. We're just kind of um... .looking after him?" Magenta glanced at Abby.
"Yeah, we're looking after him." Abby repeated. Tré was still gawping at Plumbob. There was an awkward silence for a while.
"Hey, do you guys want anything to drink?" Billie Joe asked. He got up and went through to the kitchen. They all followed. Tré was last in line.
"OW!!!" Tré screamed. They all turned round. Tré was holding his nose. Blood started to trickle through his fingers.
"What did you do?" Billie Joe asked. He had four beers in his hand and a glass of milk.
"I hit something!" Tré screamed. He put his hand out cautiously like a mime, and it looked like he touched something.
"There's something here!" He started moving his hand.
"Oh shit." Abby said.
"You cant see it but you can feel it!" Magenta hissed at Plumbob. Plumbob hurriedly tapped a button on his watch.
"Oh my goodness. I forgot to turn the force field on!" He pushed a switch, and Tré fell forward. Magenta helped him to his feet.
"Are you OK?" she asked. His nose was still bleeding. He looked confused.
"Uh... ..I'm sure there was something there... .." He said. Billie Joe started to laugh.
"Trust Tré to hit air and get a nose bleed!" He said, and he handed Magenta and Abby beers. They looked at the beers in interest and grinned.
"What's wrong? It looks like you've never seen a beer before." Billie Joe said.
"We haven't. Alcohol doesn't exist where we come from." Magenta blurted out. Abby glared at her.
"Beer doesn't exist? Wow, that's pretty crumby." Tré said as he shoved tissue up his nose.
"Yeah, how can you guys survive without it?" Billie Joe said.
"I dunno. You don't miss what you don't have." Abby said.
"True." Billie Joe said. He handed Plumbob a glass of milk. Plumbob frowned at it.
"What's wrong? Do you want some orange juice instead?" Billie Joe asked.
"No. I would prefer an alcoholic beverage." Plumbob said. Billie Joe and Tré started to laugh.
"Sorry dude. You're too young. Maybe in a couple of years." Tré said.
"A toast, to new friends and nosebleeds!" Billie Joe exclaimed. They all clinked their bottles together. Abby sniffed her beer cautiously.
"Try it! I think you'll like it!" Billie Joe said. Magenta and Abby both took a swig and immediately started to cough. Billie Joe and Tré started to laugh.
"Like it?" Tré asked.
"Like it? I love it!" Magenta said, and took another long drink. Abby didn't look too impressed.
"I don't really like it." She said and handed her bottle to Billie Joe.
"Oh well. Some people don't like beer. Some prefer wine or whisky or some other shit like that." Billie Joe said. "You can try some more things at our gig tonight."
"Yeah, you guys both look at least 18 to me." Tré said. "You should get away with it."
There was another knock at the door.
"I'll get it! It's probably Mike." Tré sprinted out to answer it. Mike! Abby and Magenta thought in excitement.
"Hey Tré. This is Magenta and Abby. Their from out of town." Billie Joe said. Tré wandered inside and grinned at them both.
"How old are you?" He asked them both.
"I'm 16 today, and Abby's 17." Magenta said. Tré pouted.
"Aww. Too young. You're both pretty hot. Happy birthday!" He hugged Magenta, and Magenta suddenly had a feeling that she was hugging a long lost friend.
"Uh. Tré, let go now." Billie Joe said. Tré let go and had a weird expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" Billie Joe asked.
"Uh... Nothing. Just got a feeling of de ja vue." He said. He smiled at them both and they smiled back. They all made their way into the lounge and sat down. Plumbob was already there, his little legs nowhere near touching the ground. Tré gaped at him.
"Is there a problem?" Plumbob asked.
"Uh... well yeah. You're ugly dude!" Tré said. Abby, Magenta and Billie Joe started to laugh.
"Ignore him little guy. Tré's like that with almost everyone." Billie Joe said. Plumbob scowled at Tré.
"Oh I forgot to ask. What's your name little guy?" Billie Joe asked.
"It's Plumbob. And don't call me little guy." Plumbob frowned and crossed his arms in a brattish way.
"Plumbob? Uh... OK. And how old are you?" Tré asked.
"I'm nine." Plumbob said.
"Is he your little brother?" Tré asked. "Coz if he is he didn't get your good looks."
"No. He's not our little brother. We're just kind of um... .looking after him?" Magenta glanced at Abby.
"Yeah, we're looking after him." Abby repeated. Tré was still gawping at Plumbob. There was an awkward silence for a while.
"Hey, do you guys want anything to drink?" Billie Joe asked. He got up and went through to the kitchen. They all followed. Tré was last in line.
"OW!!!" Tré screamed. They all turned round. Tré was holding his nose. Blood started to trickle through his fingers.
"What did you do?" Billie Joe asked. He had four beers in his hand and a glass of milk.
"I hit something!" Tré screamed. He put his hand out cautiously like a mime, and it looked like he touched something.
"There's something here!" He started moving his hand.
"Oh shit." Abby said.
"You cant see it but you can feel it!" Magenta hissed at Plumbob. Plumbob hurriedly tapped a button on his watch.
"Oh my goodness. I forgot to turn the force field on!" He pushed a switch, and Tré fell forward. Magenta helped him to his feet.
"Are you OK?" she asked. His nose was still bleeding. He looked confused.
"Uh... ..I'm sure there was something there... .." He said. Billie Joe started to laugh.
"Trust Tré to hit air and get a nose bleed!" He said, and he handed Magenta and Abby beers. They looked at the beers in interest and grinned.
"What's wrong? It looks like you've never seen a beer before." Billie Joe said.
"We haven't. Alcohol doesn't exist where we come from." Magenta blurted out. Abby glared at her.
"Beer doesn't exist? Wow, that's pretty crumby." Tré said as he shoved tissue up his nose.
"Yeah, how can you guys survive without it?" Billie Joe said.
"I dunno. You don't miss what you don't have." Abby said.
"True." Billie Joe said. He handed Plumbob a glass of milk. Plumbob frowned at it.
"What's wrong? Do you want some orange juice instead?" Billie Joe asked.
"No. I would prefer an alcoholic beverage." Plumbob said. Billie Joe and Tré started to laugh.
"Sorry dude. You're too young. Maybe in a couple of years." Tré said.
"A toast, to new friends and nosebleeds!" Billie Joe exclaimed. They all clinked their bottles together. Abby sniffed her beer cautiously.
"Try it! I think you'll like it!" Billie Joe said. Magenta and Abby both took a swig and immediately started to cough. Billie Joe and Tré started to laugh.
"Like it?" Tré asked.
"Like it? I love it!" Magenta said, and took another long drink. Abby didn't look too impressed.
"I don't really like it." She said and handed her bottle to Billie Joe.
"Oh well. Some people don't like beer. Some prefer wine or whisky or some other shit like that." Billie Joe said. "You can try some more things at our gig tonight."
"Yeah, you guys both look at least 18 to me." Tré said. "You should get away with it."
There was another knock at the door.
"I'll get it! It's probably Mike." Tré sprinted out to answer it. Mike! Abby and Magenta thought in excitement.
