A Day In Paradise, chapter 5
The note read:
Tre or Ciarra,
Hey. Me and Mike went out to breakfast. If we're not back by the time you get up, we were probably mobbed by fans. Well...
And that's all the note said... or that was all we could make out anyways. The rest was smeared with blood. And Tre recognized that the note wasn't Mike or Billie Joe's handwriting. Who ever wrote this either cut or hurt one or both of them and took them somewhere. We hurried up and got ready and left to go searching for B.J. and Mike. When we found them, they were in a cafe with blood around them. They were cut up pretty badly. Or so we thought. We realized they were messing around. But we didn't let them know that. The handwriting was actually Jason's, their former drummer. We then walked over to them and they looked over at us and said, "Help us, help us." "Guys. Joke's over. The note we found was written by Jason and we can tell this is fake blood." Then they got up. "Darn. You guys are good. Well let's grab some grub and head back to the hotel."
We were all sitting down and eating fat pills (other wise known as donuts) and drinking coffee. I had my hand on Tre's knee but it somehow ended on his personal man hood by the time we were done. When he noticed he winked at me and grabbed my hand and make me squeeze it. I then looked at him and mouthed. 'We are gonna have fun tonight.' Then he mouthed back, 'Oh yes we are.' and he leaned in and pecked me on the cheek. Then we all headed back to the hotel and Tre jumps on the bed and yelled, "Don't wanna be an American Idiot, It's gonna be ran by Tre Cool's new media!" Then we were all laughing. I got on the bed with him and we started dancing and the other two joined in and the next thing you know we were jamming up 'American Idiot' and started changing the words and dancing.
We were having so much fun and having a blast until one of the guests complained about it so we turned off the music and settled down watching music videos. Then I fell asleep between Mike and Tre and B.J. was asleep in a chair. We had the best time that night.
The next morning I found out something that would have me killed. I couldn't believe this happened to me.
Tre or Ciarra,
Hey. Me and Mike went out to breakfast. If we're not back by the time you get up, we were probably mobbed by fans. Well...
And that's all the note said... or that was all we could make out anyways. The rest was smeared with blood. And Tre recognized that the note wasn't Mike or Billie Joe's handwriting. Who ever wrote this either cut or hurt one or both of them and took them somewhere. We hurried up and got ready and left to go searching for B.J. and Mike. When we found them, they were in a cafe with blood around them. They were cut up pretty badly. Or so we thought. We realized they were messing around. But we didn't let them know that. The handwriting was actually Jason's, their former drummer. We then walked over to them and they looked over at us and said, "Help us, help us." "Guys. Joke's over. The note we found was written by Jason and we can tell this is fake blood." Then they got up. "Darn. You guys are good. Well let's grab some grub and head back to the hotel."
We were all sitting down and eating fat pills (other wise known as donuts) and drinking coffee. I had my hand on Tre's knee but it somehow ended on his personal man hood by the time we were done. When he noticed he winked at me and grabbed my hand and make me squeeze it. I then looked at him and mouthed. 'We are gonna have fun tonight.' Then he mouthed back, 'Oh yes we are.' and he leaned in and pecked me on the cheek. Then we all headed back to the hotel and Tre jumps on the bed and yelled, "Don't wanna be an American Idiot, It's gonna be ran by Tre Cool's new media!" Then we were all laughing. I got on the bed with him and we started dancing and the other two joined in and the next thing you know we were jamming up 'American Idiot' and started changing the words and dancing.
We were having so much fun and having a blast until one of the guests complained about it so we turned off the music and settled down watching music videos. Then I fell asleep between Mike and Tre and B.J. was asleep in a chair. We had the best time that night.
The next morning I found out something that would have me killed. I couldn't believe this happened to me.
