Who's that fucker over there?, chapter 21
Billie opened the door to his house. He found a tired, drowsy Adie sitting at the kitchen table.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Billie asked, closing the door behind him.
"I want to know about Mike," Adie said before yawning.
"It didn't turn out to be all that serious," Billie said, resting his hand on Adie's shoulder.
"I'm already awake so get to the point," Adie snapped.
Billie took his hand off Adie's shoulder.
"Mike broke both his arms in a pillow fight with Anastasia," Billie explained.
"Pillow fight?" Adie asked with a sloppy laugh.
Billie nodded.
Adie yawned.
"Now that I know... I'll be going to bed," Adie said, struggling to get out of her chair.
Billie helped her up.
Billie watched Adie leave into the darkness of his hallway and took a seat. He wanted a beer real bad, but he remembered that he had cleared his house of alcohol, due to Adie's pregnancy. He sighed and leaned back.
"Two months," he muttered to himself.
He got up and walked around, looking out the windows. He squinted into one of the windows to see the glowing speck of light, which appeared to be the hotel he and Adie had spent their honeymoon.
It was then he had the spark of idea-ness. He rushed to his seat and picked up a pencil and paper.
"I'm all busted up... Broken bones and nasty cuts ... " he muttered to himself as he wrote it down.
I'm all busted up
Broken bones and nasty cuts
Accidents will happen
But this time I can't get up
She comes to check on me
Making sure I'm on my knees
After all she's the one
Who put me in this state
Is she ultra-violent?
Is she disturbed?
I better tell her that I love her
Before she does it all over again
Oh god, she's killing me!!!
Mike sat still in the car while Ana drove him back home. Ana shot glances at Mike frequently as she drove. The feeling in his arms was like getting his arms jammed. It was painful and he couldn't do anything to help it.
"I-I'm sorry," Ana said.
"It's all right," Mike laughed.
Mike looked out the window. He was glad that Billie had laughed him all the way to the hospital. He felt like calling him again, but then he remembered that he couldn't reach for the phone.
"I mean, this isn't as bad as what happened to Tre, he lost a fucking nut!" Mike said.
Ana gasped.
"He lost a nut? When??" she asked.
"Many many years ago... "
"So does that mean he can't get a woman pregnant?"
"Oh, he still can. He's got one nut, at least,"
Ana inhaled.
"You're right," she said, pulling into Mike's driveway.
She helped Mike out, which wasn't necessary.
Ana searched her bag for the house keys. She fumbled with it for a while before opening the door to the house. The house was warm and toasty, outside was brutally cold.
Mike stepped in and shivered. Dammit, he thought, I can't put my arms around myself.
Ana coincidently put her arm around Mike's body right at that moment. It was like she was psychic or something. She led Mike to the bedroom and lied him down.
"Do you want advil?" she asked.
Mike shook his head. He was feeling quite fine, in the darkness of the room alone with Ana.
Tre waited in the kitchen for Lisea. She had asked to have lunch with him to "talk". Tre didn't like how she said the word "talk". Tre looked at his fingernails and picked some scum from it. He grimaced in disgust. He looked up and saw Lisea towering over him. He hid his finger away quickly.
"Ya wanna wash your hands before we go?" she asked.
Tre let a wide grin spread across his face.
"Maybe," he said, getting up.
Tre made his way out of the kitchen. He squeaked when he felt a slap against his ass. Tre turned his head and looked at Lisea.
Lisea shrugged.
He went in the bathroom and took a quick piss. He washed his hands and wiped his hands on his jeans as he walked down the hallway. He got Lisea and got in the car.
Tre was still kind of nervous when he was driving. He had scatter thoughts like, if Lisea wanted to have a serious talk, then why would she spank his ass?
These thoughts got Tre into a trance, and almost mad him crash into the car ahead of him.
"Tre!" Lisea screamed, in a panic.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tre said, getting a better grip of the steering wheel.
He pulled into a parking lot in front of a simple diner. He turned off the engine and helped Lisea out. Lisea cleared her throat and put her arm in Tre's. A wind blew Lisea's scarf into Tre's face. Tre sputtered out fuzzy shit.
They went into the diner, which had a 70s theme. There was a jukebox in the corner, where a crowd was dancing around. Tre and Lisea took a seat at a booth. Before Tre could open his mouth, a waiter greeted the couple. He was wearing the most ridiculous costume.
"What can I get for you two love birds tonight?" he asked with a plastic smile.
Tre scanned the menu.
"Umm... Can I have a burger with fries?" Tre asked.
"I'd like chicken...fingers," Lisea said.
"And to drink? Would you two like to share an extreme milkshake?" the waiter asked.
This dude was deliberately shooting questions at Tre, and it made Tre feel kind of panicked.
"Yeah, sure," Tre said, glancing at Lisea.
"Alrighty. Would you like two bendy straws?" he asked, writing down the orders on his notepad.
"Yup," Lisea said, putting the menu away.
Tre was looking at the salt shaker, which was interesting-looking.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Billie asked, closing the door behind him.
"I want to know about Mike," Adie said before yawning.
"It didn't turn out to be all that serious," Billie said, resting his hand on Adie's shoulder.
"I'm already awake so get to the point," Adie snapped.
Billie took his hand off Adie's shoulder.
"Mike broke both his arms in a pillow fight with Anastasia," Billie explained.
"Pillow fight?" Adie asked with a sloppy laugh.
Billie nodded.
Adie yawned.
"Now that I know... I'll be going to bed," Adie said, struggling to get out of her chair.
Billie helped her up.
Billie watched Adie leave into the darkness of his hallway and took a seat. He wanted a beer real bad, but he remembered that he had cleared his house of alcohol, due to Adie's pregnancy. He sighed and leaned back.
"Two months," he muttered to himself.
He got up and walked around, looking out the windows. He squinted into one of the windows to see the glowing speck of light, which appeared to be the hotel he and Adie had spent their honeymoon.
It was then he had the spark of idea-ness. He rushed to his seat and picked up a pencil and paper.
"I'm all busted up... Broken bones and nasty cuts ... " he muttered to himself as he wrote it down.
I'm all busted up
Broken bones and nasty cuts
Accidents will happen
But this time I can't get up
She comes to check on me
Making sure I'm on my knees
After all she's the one
Who put me in this state
Is she ultra-violent?
Is she disturbed?
I better tell her that I love her
Before she does it all over again
Oh god, she's killing me!!!
Mike sat still in the car while Ana drove him back home. Ana shot glances at Mike frequently as she drove. The feeling in his arms was like getting his arms jammed. It was painful and he couldn't do anything to help it.
"I-I'm sorry," Ana said.
"It's all right," Mike laughed.
Mike looked out the window. He was glad that Billie had laughed him all the way to the hospital. He felt like calling him again, but then he remembered that he couldn't reach for the phone.
"I mean, this isn't as bad as what happened to Tre, he lost a fucking nut!" Mike said.
Ana gasped.
"He lost a nut? When??" she asked.
"Many many years ago... "
"So does that mean he can't get a woman pregnant?"
"Oh, he still can. He's got one nut, at least,"
Ana inhaled.
"You're right," she said, pulling into Mike's driveway.
She helped Mike out, which wasn't necessary.
Ana searched her bag for the house keys. She fumbled with it for a while before opening the door to the house. The house was warm and toasty, outside was brutally cold.
Mike stepped in and shivered. Dammit, he thought, I can't put my arms around myself.
Ana coincidently put her arm around Mike's body right at that moment. It was like she was psychic or something. She led Mike to the bedroom and lied him down.
"Do you want advil?" she asked.
Mike shook his head. He was feeling quite fine, in the darkness of the room alone with Ana.
Tre waited in the kitchen for Lisea. She had asked to have lunch with him to "talk". Tre didn't like how she said the word "talk". Tre looked at his fingernails and picked some scum from it. He grimaced in disgust. He looked up and saw Lisea towering over him. He hid his finger away quickly.
"Ya wanna wash your hands before we go?" she asked.
Tre let a wide grin spread across his face.
"Maybe," he said, getting up.
Tre made his way out of the kitchen. He squeaked when he felt a slap against his ass. Tre turned his head and looked at Lisea.
Lisea shrugged.
He went in the bathroom and took a quick piss. He washed his hands and wiped his hands on his jeans as he walked down the hallway. He got Lisea and got in the car.
Tre was still kind of nervous when he was driving. He had scatter thoughts like, if Lisea wanted to have a serious talk, then why would she spank his ass?
These thoughts got Tre into a trance, and almost mad him crash into the car ahead of him.
"Tre!" Lisea screamed, in a panic.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tre said, getting a better grip of the steering wheel.
He pulled into a parking lot in front of a simple diner. He turned off the engine and helped Lisea out. Lisea cleared her throat and put her arm in Tre's. A wind blew Lisea's scarf into Tre's face. Tre sputtered out fuzzy shit.
They went into the diner, which had a 70s theme. There was a jukebox in the corner, where a crowd was dancing around. Tre and Lisea took a seat at a booth. Before Tre could open his mouth, a waiter greeted the couple. He was wearing the most ridiculous costume.
"What can I get for you two love birds tonight?" he asked with a plastic smile.
Tre scanned the menu.
"Umm... Can I have a burger with fries?" Tre asked.
"I'd like chicken...fingers," Lisea said.
"And to drink? Would you two like to share an extreme milkshake?" the waiter asked.
This dude was deliberately shooting questions at Tre, and it made Tre feel kind of panicked.
"Yeah, sure," Tre said, glancing at Lisea.
"Alrighty. Would you like two bendy straws?" he asked, writing down the orders on his notepad.
"Yup," Lisea said, putting the menu away.
Tre was looking at the salt shaker, which was interesting-looking.
