A Story of Mike and His Incredible Pants., chapter 1

"Hey, Tre, come here!" Mike waved Tre to come over to where he was sitting, in front of his computer. Tre sat down in a chair next to him, and squinted into the light of the screen, reading its contents.

"Look what this says..." Mike points with his longer finger at what people are posting. "Eew, these people are messed up!"

The title read: THE PANTS MIKE BRIGADE!

"What the hell does that mean? They want to pants me?"

"It means they want to pull your pants down. I can see why..." Mike punched Tre's arm, blushing deeply.

"Hey, I'm sure you'd like some girls to yank your pants down."

"Well... Maybe..." Tre laughed.

"Well, just do it then. they atleast want a shirt off."

"Hey, it coul happen... I culd let it all hang out, it's just I have a daughter. I don't want her finding pictures of me like that..." Mike got up from his spinning chair, clicking the monitor off. He walked into the kitchen, Tre not far behind.

"How do they think of these things?" Mike asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Tre sat down on a stool around the island. "I dunno. It's an interesting thought though. They had plans A through B up there too. It's pretty funny."

"Yeah, but that would be pretty scary, some random kids pulling my pants down out of nowhere."

"Well, then you'll have to keep on your guard," He told him, Mike sitting down in a stool next to him, sipping from his coffee mug. "They said they marked 'PANTS MIKE!' on their shoes an clothes and shit. If you see that, just run."

"Yeah... But how will I know you won't do that? Some of their plans had you and Billie as little accomplices."

"Hey, Mike, don't say little. You know how I'm am about that word."

"Uhm... No, not really, but I won't say it anymore if you wish."

"Okay good. But anyway, you're going to seriously have to watch out for all of us." Tre winked, and got up, leaving Mike alone to think.