A World Without Green Day? Unthinkable...., chapter 3
Tre/Frank's story
Tre ducked the flying plate and the cup. " SHIT!" He screamed as his Mum's best china flew passed his head at great speed. " Fuck you!" His sister cried as she launched a dinner plate at him. But this time it landed smack bang on his head. Tre yelped one more time and passed out on the floor. Two hours later he awoke in his room which he had lived in since he was a little kid, but now in had changed posters of nacked weman hung everywhere and there was no spare space on any surface. Just covered in beer bottels, condoms cig ends, pants............ This all formed togeter to make the worst smell on the face of the earth. Tre picked himself up from his unmade bed and cried in pain, his whole body hurt, probily from being dragged up the stairs by his Dad who kept telling him to move the fuck out as he was not a baby anymore. But where eles could he go? After the Lookouts! Broke uo Tre turned away from music , forgot how to play the drums and just stuck to the life of a slob, feeding off other people living by his rent inwitch was over due by far. But he didn't care he loved his life. Now he stood before his skinny body dripping with sweat. His ugly stubble stuck out and his red and blue eyes just seemed to blend in with his face. " Frank? Are you awake yet baby?" His mother called from behind the door. Tre sighed man he hated his mother calling him 'Baby' He shook just thinking about it and walked towards the door. " What? He questioned. All he could she was his Mums deep blue eyes in the opening of the door , and behind her was his sister. God he hated her right now. She opened the door and struted up. " What the fuck do you want bitch?" Tre growled at his older sister. "Well FRANK I have someone could like to meet. Now I know you don't deserve this but Frank I would like you to meet my friend Adie"........
"I love you Frank"
Tre ducked the flying plate and the cup. " SHIT!" He screamed as his Mum's best china flew passed his head at great speed. " Fuck you!" His sister cried as she launched a dinner plate at him. But this time it landed smack bang on his head. Tre yelped one more time and passed out on the floor. Two hours later he awoke in his room which he had lived in since he was a little kid, but now in had changed posters of nacked weman hung everywhere and there was no spare space on any surface. Just covered in beer bottels, condoms cig ends, pants............ This all formed togeter to make the worst smell on the face of the earth. Tre picked himself up from his unmade bed and cried in pain, his whole body hurt, probily from being dragged up the stairs by his Dad who kept telling him to move the fuck out as he was not a baby anymore. But where eles could he go? After the Lookouts! Broke uo Tre turned away from music , forgot how to play the drums and just stuck to the life of a slob, feeding off other people living by his rent inwitch was over due by far. But he didn't care he loved his life. Now he stood before his skinny body dripping with sweat. His ugly stubble stuck out and his red and blue eyes just seemed to blend in with his face. " Frank? Are you awake yet baby?" His mother called from behind the door. Tre sighed man he hated his mother calling him 'Baby' He shook just thinking about it and walked towards the door. " What? He questioned. All he could she was his Mums deep blue eyes in the opening of the door , and behind her was his sister. God he hated her right now. She opened the door and struted up. " What the fuck do you want bitch?" Tre growled at his older sister. "Well FRANK I have someone could like to meet. Now I know you don't deserve this but Frank I would like you to meet my friend Adie"........
"I love you Frank"
