Who's that fucker over there?, chapter 3
Billie Joe woke up to the sound of drumsticks beating on the side of his bed. Billie opened one eye and saw Tre.
"Can you stop that?" asked Billie.
Tre shook his head.
"There's no fuckin drumset over here! I can't live without drumming," he said.
Billie groaned and put his head under his pillow.
"Man, you're always pissy!" said Tre.
"What? Pussy?" Billie said from under the pillows.
"No, PISSY," Tre said.
Billie was silent.
Tre got up from his chair and walked to the eating room. He met Mike there.
"How're we gonna cheer Billie up?" asked Tre.
"Cookies," anwered Mike.
"What? Cookies? What about them?" asked Tre.
"We're gonna bake him cookies,"
"Oooh! Fun!" squealed Tre.
Mike took out a cookbook.
"This'll help," he said.
Mike took out the ingredients.
"Fuck, we don't have everything," Mike said. "Hold on, I'm gonna drive to Ralf's and buy some eggs. Stay here, and don't do anything brainless," said Mike as he grabbed his car keys.
Tre sat down and looked around. He swung his legs back and forth. He got up and went over to the stereo. He looked through his duffel bag for a cd. He took out a Black Flag cd. He slipped it into the player and watched the stereo start up.
The first song, Rise Above blasted at full volume. Tre turned the volume a little down. Then he went over to the refridgerator and pulled out a bottle of beer. He snapped the cap off and poured the beer into his mouth. He nodded along with the music and drank some more beer.
He looked around to see if anyone else was around. Then he started going mad and danced around. He jumped on top of the couch and jumped off. The beer he was holding was spilling all over the place.
Then all of the sudden, the door opened. Mike stood at the doorway, gaping.
"Tre! What the FUCK are you doing? And what is the carpet soaked in?" Mike asked.
Tre looked at Mike like a deer in headlights.
Tre got down from the couch and put down his beer.
"Sorry about that...I'll clean it up.." he said.
"But exactly what is it that the carpet is soaked in?" asked Mike
"Beer," replied Tre.
Mike raised his eyebrows.
"Can you stop that?" asked Billie.
Tre shook his head.
"There's no fuckin drumset over here! I can't live without drumming," he said.
Billie groaned and put his head under his pillow.
"Man, you're always pissy!" said Tre.
"What? Pussy?" Billie said from under the pillows.
"No, PISSY," Tre said.
Billie was silent.
Tre got up from his chair and walked to the eating room. He met Mike there.
"How're we gonna cheer Billie up?" asked Tre.
"Cookies," anwered Mike.
"What? Cookies? What about them?" asked Tre.
"We're gonna bake him cookies,"
"Oooh! Fun!" squealed Tre.
Mike took out a cookbook.
"This'll help," he said.
Mike took out the ingredients.
"Fuck, we don't have everything," Mike said. "Hold on, I'm gonna drive to Ralf's and buy some eggs. Stay here, and don't do anything brainless," said Mike as he grabbed his car keys.
Tre sat down and looked around. He swung his legs back and forth. He got up and went over to the stereo. He looked through his duffel bag for a cd. He took out a Black Flag cd. He slipped it into the player and watched the stereo start up.
The first song, Rise Above blasted at full volume. Tre turned the volume a little down. Then he went over to the refridgerator and pulled out a bottle of beer. He snapped the cap off and poured the beer into his mouth. He nodded along with the music and drank some more beer.
He looked around to see if anyone else was around. Then he started going mad and danced around. He jumped on top of the couch and jumped off. The beer he was holding was spilling all over the place.
Then all of the sudden, the door opened. Mike stood at the doorway, gaping.
"Tre! What the FUCK are you doing? And what is the carpet soaked in?" Mike asked.
Tre looked at Mike like a deer in headlights.
Tre got down from the couch and put down his beer.
"Sorry about that...I'll clean it up.." he said.
"But exactly what is it that the carpet is soaked in?" asked Mike
"Beer," replied Tre.
Mike raised his eyebrows.
