Tre's ultimate fan, chapter 1
"Hey buddy," Billie Joe said to Tre as he came up behind him.
"Ahhhh!!!!," Tre screamed. "Billie, you fuckin scared me dude."
"Sorry," Billie Joe appologized. "You okay, Tre?"
"Yeah, yeah I fine," Tre said with a slight uncertainty in his voice. "Why?"
"Well, your shakin like nothing else, and your sweating," Billie Joe answered.
"Oh, yeah," Tre said as became aware of it.
"You look tired Tre, and your playing has been off lately," Billie Joe told Tre. "Is there something up?" Billie Joe asked.
"I just haven't been getting much sleep these days," Tre explained. "See, theres this fan who sent me this anonymous letter, no return address or anything, saying that they're my 'biggest fan', and the letter is really creepy," Tre said.
"Creepy how?" Billie Joe asked.
"Well, in the letter I got, the person wrote something about how Ramona was dressed when I took her out to get ice cream a week ago. Wait, let me find it," Tre said as he started to look for the letter. "Here it is. The person writes:
'Your daughter looks very little like you, and the pink Rugrats shirt and jeans makes her look like a four year old. It sucks that you have to take care of her. I would so kill her and Frankito and Claudia if you wanted me to so we could be together. I would do anything for you Tre, I would even kill for you. It wouldn't be hard to get into your house. The fence is no match for me, I could easily get over and sneak through the back door, which you always leave unlocked, and sneak upstairs into Frankitos room, first door on the left, and Ramona's room, first door on the right, and Claudia's room, second door on the left.'
"Shit, that is really creepy," Billie said in agreement. "How the fuck would they know that you leave the back door unlocked and where their rooms are?"
"That's why I've been losing sleep dude," Tre said," this person's been in my house before, they must have been. I been awake most of the hours of the night for the past few days now, making sure no one breaks in."
"Have you installed some sort of security system or something, or called for some body guards or something," Billie Joe asked.
"No, cause I don't want Claudia to know," Tre answered.
"Why?" Billie Joe asked.
"Cause if she thinks there's some crazed stalker coming around, she's gone leave me alone. She'll take the kids and might never come back," Tre said.
"Maybe this was a one time stalker thing," Billie Joe said.
"I hope," Tre said.
"Wait, you said this person wrote anonymous letter with no return address?" Billie Joe asked
"Yeah, I know, how would they be able to mail it, I asked myself the same question at first," Tre answered. "But it dawned on me when I got the first letter, they didn't need to mail it. They left in on my front porch.
"Oh," Billie Joe said.
"I hope the person sends no more letters," Tre said, "I don't think I'm of the right mind anymore to handle this, you know, from the depravation of sleep and all. I just can't handle this fucking loony right now."
The next morning at Tre's house, Tre wakes up and heads downstairs. He goes on his front porch, and on the ground in front of him was a letter. Tre picks it up and says "Oh shit, not again." Then he opens it, and it reads:
" I know you were talking to Billie Joe about me yesterday. I know you think I'm some crazed stalker, some fucking loony? If it's a fucking loony you want, it's a fucking loony you'll get! This is no longer about your family Tre, but about you and me. By the way, if your trying to stay up during the night, watching the weather channel won't help."
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," Tre kept saying to himself, "shit, shit, shit, shit."
Tre ran upstairs, and burst into Claudia's room.
"Baby, get up now," Tre screamed at her.
"What, what's going on?" Claudia asked.
"Claud, I think there's something I should show you," Tre told her
As Claudia read the two letters, she started to look more and more afraid. The moment after Claudia finished the letters, Tre ordered
"Claudia, you need to leave now, you and the kids," Tre said, "pack all your clothes and go. I'll stay here."
"But what about you?" Claudia asked.
"I can't go with you, the loony want's me now, and if I go with you, they will just follow me, and that's putting you and the kids in danger," Tre said. "If something happened to you, I would never forgive myself," Tre said with tears in his eyes.
"Okay, we'll go right now," Claudia said to Tre.
Claudia rushed upstairs, found three big suitcases, and packed as much of hers, Ramona's, and Frankito's stuff she could and threw them into Tre's SUV. Then she rushed the kids into the car, fastened their car seats, and sped away as fast as the neighborhood speed limit would allow.
Later that day, Billie Joe picked up Tre, and drove to the hardware store. On the way there, Billie Joe asked Tre why not just stay at a motel or something. Tre said that the fan would follow him where ever he went, and by arming his house so that it would be inpenetrable would make him feel safer than being in a motel room with one lock. At the hardware store, Tre bought some heavy duty locks, an ax, some two by fours, flashlights, nails, and a hammer. The moment Tre got home, he started installing the door locks, boarding up all the windows of the house, and made sure that the air conditioning ducts were sealed enough to not let anyone bigger than a possum inside. Tre also made sure that the fridge was fully stocked. He put the ax in the basement so that he could corner the intruder in their and chop them up if they broke in and tried to attack. Tre also made sure that he had a whole drawer full of weed, in hopes he could use it as a barganing tool, if necessary.
"Hey Bill, want to stay over and, you know, help me gaurd the place?" Tre asked.
"Yeah right Tre. I don't have a death wish here bud. I'm afraid your on your own," Billie Joe said.
"Fine, but if something happens, I'm going to call you first, kay?" Tre said
"Okay, I'll make sure my cell's on and the home phone is clear," Billie Joe said.
Finally, nightfall came. The clock read midnight when tre started to watch Conan O' Brian in his living room, to keep him awake, and started to down his third cup of caffinated coffee. Suddenly, he heard a door creak and footsteps. He jumped up from the couch he was sitting on, in a sweat and panicked, and immediately yelled "Who's there?"
No answer came
"Who's there?" Tre asked again even louder
"Me," said a raspy voice from behind him.
Tre jumped out of his skin when he heard that. He whipped around to look at who was behind him,
The person was a very attractive man, maybe twenty, twenty two, with brown hair and peircing blue eyes. He was well built, especially when compared to Tre's, well, lack of build.
"Who are you," Tre asked him, suddenly realizing the moment he asked it that he knew he would have no idea who it would be, because he had never even met this person in the first place.
"Don't you know Frank, that is your real name, right? Frank?," the man asked. "I'm your biggest fan."
"Ahhhh!!!!," Tre screamed. "Billie, you fuckin scared me dude."
"Sorry," Billie Joe appologized. "You okay, Tre?"
"Yeah, yeah I fine," Tre said with a slight uncertainty in his voice. "Why?"
"Well, your shakin like nothing else, and your sweating," Billie Joe answered.
"Oh, yeah," Tre said as became aware of it.
"You look tired Tre, and your playing has been off lately," Billie Joe told Tre. "Is there something up?" Billie Joe asked.
"I just haven't been getting much sleep these days," Tre explained. "See, theres this fan who sent me this anonymous letter, no return address or anything, saying that they're my 'biggest fan', and the letter is really creepy," Tre said.
"Creepy how?" Billie Joe asked.
"Well, in the letter I got, the person wrote something about how Ramona was dressed when I took her out to get ice cream a week ago. Wait, let me find it," Tre said as he started to look for the letter. "Here it is. The person writes:
'Your daughter looks very little like you, and the pink Rugrats shirt and jeans makes her look like a four year old. It sucks that you have to take care of her. I would so kill her and Frankito and Claudia if you wanted me to so we could be together. I would do anything for you Tre, I would even kill for you. It wouldn't be hard to get into your house. The fence is no match for me, I could easily get over and sneak through the back door, which you always leave unlocked, and sneak upstairs into Frankitos room, first door on the left, and Ramona's room, first door on the right, and Claudia's room, second door on the left.'
"Shit, that is really creepy," Billie said in agreement. "How the fuck would they know that you leave the back door unlocked and where their rooms are?"
"That's why I've been losing sleep dude," Tre said," this person's been in my house before, they must have been. I been awake most of the hours of the night for the past few days now, making sure no one breaks in."
"Have you installed some sort of security system or something, or called for some body guards or something," Billie Joe asked.
"No, cause I don't want Claudia to know," Tre answered.
"Why?" Billie Joe asked.
"Cause if she thinks there's some crazed stalker coming around, she's gone leave me alone. She'll take the kids and might never come back," Tre said.
"Maybe this was a one time stalker thing," Billie Joe said.
"I hope," Tre said.
"Wait, you said this person wrote anonymous letter with no return address?" Billie Joe asked
"Yeah, I know, how would they be able to mail it, I asked myself the same question at first," Tre answered. "But it dawned on me when I got the first letter, they didn't need to mail it. They left in on my front porch.
"Oh," Billie Joe said.
"I hope the person sends no more letters," Tre said, "I don't think I'm of the right mind anymore to handle this, you know, from the depravation of sleep and all. I just can't handle this fucking loony right now."
The next morning at Tre's house, Tre wakes up and heads downstairs. He goes on his front porch, and on the ground in front of him was a letter. Tre picks it up and says "Oh shit, not again." Then he opens it, and it reads:
" I know you were talking to Billie Joe about me yesterday. I know you think I'm some crazed stalker, some fucking loony? If it's a fucking loony you want, it's a fucking loony you'll get! This is no longer about your family Tre, but about you and me. By the way, if your trying to stay up during the night, watching the weather channel won't help."
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," Tre kept saying to himself, "shit, shit, shit, shit."
Tre ran upstairs, and burst into Claudia's room.
"Baby, get up now," Tre screamed at her.
"What, what's going on?" Claudia asked.
"Claud, I think there's something I should show you," Tre told her
As Claudia read the two letters, she started to look more and more afraid. The moment after Claudia finished the letters, Tre ordered
"Claudia, you need to leave now, you and the kids," Tre said, "pack all your clothes and go. I'll stay here."
"But what about you?" Claudia asked.
"I can't go with you, the loony want's me now, and if I go with you, they will just follow me, and that's putting you and the kids in danger," Tre said. "If something happened to you, I would never forgive myself," Tre said with tears in his eyes.
"Okay, we'll go right now," Claudia said to Tre.
Claudia rushed upstairs, found three big suitcases, and packed as much of hers, Ramona's, and Frankito's stuff she could and threw them into Tre's SUV. Then she rushed the kids into the car, fastened their car seats, and sped away as fast as the neighborhood speed limit would allow.
Later that day, Billie Joe picked up Tre, and drove to the hardware store. On the way there, Billie Joe asked Tre why not just stay at a motel or something. Tre said that the fan would follow him where ever he went, and by arming his house so that it would be inpenetrable would make him feel safer than being in a motel room with one lock. At the hardware store, Tre bought some heavy duty locks, an ax, some two by fours, flashlights, nails, and a hammer. The moment Tre got home, he started installing the door locks, boarding up all the windows of the house, and made sure that the air conditioning ducts were sealed enough to not let anyone bigger than a possum inside. Tre also made sure that the fridge was fully stocked. He put the ax in the basement so that he could corner the intruder in their and chop them up if they broke in and tried to attack. Tre also made sure that he had a whole drawer full of weed, in hopes he could use it as a barganing tool, if necessary.
"Hey Bill, want to stay over and, you know, help me gaurd the place?" Tre asked.
"Yeah right Tre. I don't have a death wish here bud. I'm afraid your on your own," Billie Joe said.
"Fine, but if something happens, I'm going to call you first, kay?" Tre said
"Okay, I'll make sure my cell's on and the home phone is clear," Billie Joe said.
Finally, nightfall came. The clock read midnight when tre started to watch Conan O' Brian in his living room, to keep him awake, and started to down his third cup of caffinated coffee. Suddenly, he heard a door creak and footsteps. He jumped up from the couch he was sitting on, in a sweat and panicked, and immediately yelled "Who's there?"
No answer came
"Who's there?" Tre asked again even louder
"Me," said a raspy voice from behind him.
Tre jumped out of his skin when he heard that. He whipped around to look at who was behind him,
The person was a very attractive man, maybe twenty, twenty two, with brown hair and peircing blue eyes. He was well built, especially when compared to Tre's, well, lack of build.
"Who are you," Tre asked him, suddenly realizing the moment he asked it that he knew he would have no idea who it would be, because he had never even met this person in the first place.
"Don't you know Frank, that is your real name, right? Frank?," the man asked. "I'm your biggest fan."
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