Where did Tre go!?, chapter 9
Billie and Mike started to chase after the stolen car, but it was no use. They couldn't keep up. Mike who was a little more fit that Billie kept running to see where he wss going.
Billie stayed behind and used Mike's cell phone and called 911. But the line was busy.
When Mike came back he asked Billie "Did ya get a hold of the cops?"
Billie looked at him.
"Goddamn line as fucking busy.... I thought they were supposed to save people and have the phone lines un-busy!?" Billie yelled at Mike.
"Well.... I don't know. Try again, maybe you dialed the wrong number." Mike said, trying to reason with him.
"Fine.... whatever." Billie said and dialed again, showed Mike the 3 numbers. It rang 4 times, and then it dissconeted. "See?"
Mike looked at him. Then his attention turned towards the road as Billie's car came driving down the road towards them. As they drove by, a bag went out the window. Billie went and grabed it. Inside was a picture of Tré, Billie and Mike all shoulder to shoulder, with smiles on. On the back is read:
Dear Bill and Mike,
I'm really sorry.... But.... He made me do it. I really don't want you guys to be mad at me leaving. So please, hold on just a little longer, tell the press I'm sick and whatever. Just don't let Green Day die.... I'll Come Back Soon,
Your Buddy,
Tré Cool.
Billie handed Mike the picture. Mike looked at it, and shoved the picture in his pocket.
Billie dropped to his knees. Slightly choking on air... crying. Mike leaned down to him.
"Come on Bill.... We can walk back to your house." he said and lifted him up. He put his arm around Billie's shoulders.
Billie had his eyes clenched tight the whole walk home. It took them about 30 minutes. When they got into Billie's house, there was a man sitting on the couch.
"Who the hell do you think you are?! Sitting in my house?!" Billie yelled at the man.
The guy seemed to be sleeping.
Billie ran over to him and jumped on his lap.
"Get the fuck up!" He yelled. But the guy didn't wake up.
Mike watched in horror as his best friend attacked and screamed at some person.
"Billie..... stop." he whispered.
Billie didn't hear Mike, and he kept swinging at the man in black, he had a ski mask on. Billie ripped it off, and the man woke up.
"B... Bill.... Billie?" The great blue eyes of the man they called Tré Cool looked up at Billie.
Billie stayed behind and used Mike's cell phone and called 911. But the line was busy.
When Mike came back he asked Billie "Did ya get a hold of the cops?"
Billie looked at him.
"Goddamn line as fucking busy.... I thought they were supposed to save people and have the phone lines un-busy!?" Billie yelled at Mike.
"Well.... I don't know. Try again, maybe you dialed the wrong number." Mike said, trying to reason with him.
"Fine.... whatever." Billie said and dialed again, showed Mike the 3 numbers. It rang 4 times, and then it dissconeted. "See?"
Mike looked at him. Then his attention turned towards the road as Billie's car came driving down the road towards them. As they drove by, a bag went out the window. Billie went and grabed it. Inside was a picture of Tré, Billie and Mike all shoulder to shoulder, with smiles on. On the back is read:
Dear Bill and Mike,
I'm really sorry.... But.... He made me do it. I really don't want you guys to be mad at me leaving. So please, hold on just a little longer, tell the press I'm sick and whatever. Just don't let Green Day die.... I'll Come Back Soon,
Your Buddy,
Tré Cool.
Billie handed Mike the picture. Mike looked at it, and shoved the picture in his pocket.
Billie dropped to his knees. Slightly choking on air... crying. Mike leaned down to him.
"Come on Bill.... We can walk back to your house." he said and lifted him up. He put his arm around Billie's shoulders.
Billie had his eyes clenched tight the whole walk home. It took them about 30 minutes. When they got into Billie's house, there was a man sitting on the couch.
"Who the hell do you think you are?! Sitting in my house?!" Billie yelled at the man.
The guy seemed to be sleeping.
Billie ran over to him and jumped on his lap.
"Get the fuck up!" He yelled. But the guy didn't wake up.
Mike watched in horror as his best friend attacked and screamed at some person.
"Billie..... stop." he whispered.
Billie didn't hear Mike, and he kept swinging at the man in black, he had a ski mask on. Billie ripped it off, and the man woke up.
"B... Bill.... Billie?" The great blue eyes of the man they called Tré Cool looked up at Billie.
