A Story of Mike and His Incredible Pants., chapter 4
"Why not? It shouldn't change your friendship with the guy! He's innocent!"
"But, Billie... It's not that simple!! He loves me as you say, so it can't be that simple!"
"That's merely because you don't LET it be, Mikey!!" Billie gave Mike a friendly hug. (no, not a slashy hug, you perverted freaks) "come on, let's go back to Tre's bus and have a little talk with him, shall we?" and so they did. Tre's bus door creaked open, peaking their heads inside. The bus... it was different. Like... cleaner. Tre's clothes weren't thrown into odd places like they had been last night, the bed was made, no trash. Almost... empty!
"Billie... What the fuck is going on?" He questioned, stepping into the bus.
"I... I don't know... You said the last time you saw him was last night yeah?"
"Yes!!" Mike ran and checked in closets, the bathroom, all the bunks and under them. No sign that a Tre Cool had ever existed in that bus. "Billie... I think he's gone!"
*
Mike tuned his bass at sound check listening to bustling crew back stage wondering where the hell Tre was. He felt a pang in his gut, wonder maybe... Maybe it was hi fault Tre was left. He saw how embarrassed Tre was once Mike pushed him off.
Was I too rude?, Mike thought to himself while striking along the fret board, If Billie was telling the truth, he only loves me.
He was jostled away from his depth of thought when five crew members bombarded him.
"Mike!! Where's Tre??!! The concert starts in less than an hour!!"
"I-I don't know! Haven't seen him all day!!"
"Well can youi go LOOK for him? Jeez man, we can't cancel a show, it's not going to mak itself up!"
Mike knew that well. He hated dissapointing his fans. He sighed, setting down his bass and went out the breezeway to the buses. He walked slowly, hugging himself, even chillier in this town that the last.
He hesitated with his hand on the door handle of Tre's tourbus, not sure, but hoping, that Tre was there. He pulled it open and stepped in...
Nope. Still the same as it was. Mike checked the bathroom again, and stopped at a bunk to look in. Hey, something was there that he hadn't seen or noticed before. A peice of paper. He sat down on the bunk and unfolded the paper to read its contents.
Dear my beloved Mike,
I'm so sorry for disturbing you like I had. I knew I could never have you the way I would have wanted to, but I needed to atleast have a go at you.
I don't know if Billie has taken the pleasure of telling you this, which I would be really surprised if he hasn't already, but I love you. Yes, love you. You. I LOVE you. With all of my heart and soul. And I feel guilty for not telling you myself, and it's so much easier to say on this stupid shit paper, but it holds no feeling. I can never really express how much I really DO love you.
But for now, this is all I can tell you. You mean so much to me and are the most kindest and caring person I have ever met in my life. I hope you know you are more than just a friend, a bass player in some band. You're perfection in my eyes.
And they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, right? Well, I sure as fuck am beholding something here, because you are truley and impeccably beautiful, inside and out.
Hopefully, I will see you again someday. I hope you and Billie aren't dissapointed in me.
Adios amigos.
-Tre.
"Oh, shit."
"But, Billie... It's not that simple!! He loves me as you say, so it can't be that simple!"
"That's merely because you don't LET it be, Mikey!!" Billie gave Mike a friendly hug. (no, not a slashy hug, you perverted freaks) "come on, let's go back to Tre's bus and have a little talk with him, shall we?" and so they did. Tre's bus door creaked open, peaking their heads inside. The bus... it was different. Like... cleaner. Tre's clothes weren't thrown into odd places like they had been last night, the bed was made, no trash. Almost... empty!
"Billie... What the fuck is going on?" He questioned, stepping into the bus.
"I... I don't know... You said the last time you saw him was last night yeah?"
"Yes!!" Mike ran and checked in closets, the bathroom, all the bunks and under them. No sign that a Tre Cool had ever existed in that bus. "Billie... I think he's gone!"
*
Mike tuned his bass at sound check listening to bustling crew back stage wondering where the hell Tre was. He felt a pang in his gut, wonder maybe... Maybe it was hi fault Tre was left. He saw how embarrassed Tre was once Mike pushed him off.
Was I too rude?, Mike thought to himself while striking along the fret board, If Billie was telling the truth, he only loves me.
He was jostled away from his depth of thought when five crew members bombarded him.
"Mike!! Where's Tre??!! The concert starts in less than an hour!!"
"I-I don't know! Haven't seen him all day!!"
"Well can youi go LOOK for him? Jeez man, we can't cancel a show, it's not going to mak itself up!"
Mike knew that well. He hated dissapointing his fans. He sighed, setting down his bass and went out the breezeway to the buses. He walked slowly, hugging himself, even chillier in this town that the last.
He hesitated with his hand on the door handle of Tre's tourbus, not sure, but hoping, that Tre was there. He pulled it open and stepped in...
Nope. Still the same as it was. Mike checked the bathroom again, and stopped at a bunk to look in. Hey, something was there that he hadn't seen or noticed before. A peice of paper. He sat down on the bunk and unfolded the paper to read its contents.
Dear my beloved Mike,
I'm so sorry for disturbing you like I had. I knew I could never have you the way I would have wanted to, but I needed to atleast have a go at you.
I don't know if Billie has taken the pleasure of telling you this, which I would be really surprised if he hasn't already, but I love you. Yes, love you. You. I LOVE you. With all of my heart and soul. And I feel guilty for not telling you myself, and it's so much easier to say on this stupid shit paper, but it holds no feeling. I can never really express how much I really DO love you.
But for now, this is all I can tell you. You mean so much to me and are the most kindest and caring person I have ever met in my life. I hope you know you are more than just a friend, a bass player in some band. You're perfection in my eyes.
And they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, right? Well, I sure as fuck am beholding something here, because you are truley and impeccably beautiful, inside and out.
Hopefully, I will see you again someday. I hope you and Billie aren't dissapointed in me.
Adios amigos.
-Tre.
"Oh, shit."
