My Made Coach, chapter 2
My mom set the spaghetti in the middle of the table and sat down next to Jason. I looked over at Jake and smiled. He scoffed and began pouring spaghetti onto his plate.
"So Tre, how long have you been playing the drums?" my mom attempted conversation.
"Since I was 12."
"And how old are you now?"
"32."
"Wow, you're almost as old as me."
"No he's not mom."
"Mom's a wot older than you." Joey said. I laughed quietly.
"So, how long will you be teaching Jordan?"
"10 weeks." My mom nodded and took a bite of spaghetti.
"You know, she's going to have to live in LA for five weeks?" My mom choked on her spaghetti.
"Yes! Five weeks without Jordan!" Jason yelled a little too loudly. Tre looked at him.
"Come on, I'm sure your sister's not that bad." He said, winking at me.
"Ew, you're hitting on my sister!" Jake yelled.
"He's not hitting on me, I have a boyfriend, and I'm sure he has one too... well he doesn't have a boyfriend... well maybe he does bu-"
"I don't have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend," he said smiling at me.
"Got any tattoos?" My mom continued with the questioning.
"One."
"Where?" I asked.
"No where the kids can see." He winked at my mom.
"Ew, now you're hitting on my mom!" Jake yelled.
"Naw, I'm just kidding. It's on my shoulder." He rolled up his t-shirt sleeve and showed us the tattoo.
"It's cool."
"What is it?" Jake asked.
"I really don't know, I was drunk at the time." He said laughing nervously.
"Would you like something to drink, Tre?"
"Yes, that would be nice."
"What would you like? We have wine, beer, water, milk, ju-"
"I'll have wine, please."
"Okay." My mom stood up and went into the kitchen.
"So, you drink a lot Tre?"
"Yeah," he said looking down at the table. I couldn't believe my eyes, was Tre Cool... nervous?
"So, how old are you guys?"
"I'm 17." I said.
"I'm 14, Jake here's 11, and little Joey there is six." Jason said.
"And you are?"
"I'm Jason."
"Cool." My mom walked back in with Tre's glass of whine and one for herself. She handed it to him and sat down.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," she sat down, "So, is Tre your real name?"
"No, my real name's Frank." She nodded.
Two hours later, we had somehow gotten into a game of Scrabble. The teams were; Tre and I, my mom and Joey, and Jake and Jason. We were winning.
Our score was 241, but we were closely followed by Joey and my mom with a score of 226. Jake and Jason weren't even close. They had a score of 176.
We were all passing our turns until I realized something. I hit Tre lightly and pointed the move out to him. He smirked slyly and I put the tiles down. It was spelled out clearly.
CHAMPIONS
We both jumped up and started singing.
"We are the champions my friends,
We'll keep on fighting 'til the end,
We are the Champions,
We are the Champions!
No time for losers, cuz we are the Champions...
Of the world!"
He gave me a high-five and we sat down. He sang because he was drunk, I sang because I was, well let's just say I had a few drinks when Tre wasn't looking.
"I should get home."
"Tre, you shouldn't be driving." My mom said.
"Yeah Tre."
"But I'm really tired."
"I have an idea, Jordan can drive you and then you can pick your car up tomorrow."
"Why doesn't he just stay here?" I asked.
"That's a good idea." My mom agreed. I looked around and saw it was only us three and Jason.
"Would it be too much trouble?" he asked.
"Not at all, Jordan can sleep on the couch and you can take her room."
"Okay." I said nodding.
"Then it's settled, you will stay here."
"Cool."
"Goodnight, I'm going to bed."
"Night mom."
"Goodnight Jordan, night Tre."
"Goodnight Mrs. Johnson."
"Night Jordan." Jason mumbled walking up the stairs. We walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.
"You tired?" He asked.
"No," I said bringing my legs to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.
"When do you go to bed?" I looked at the clock; it was 11:32.
"1 maybe 2 in the morning." I said resting my head on my knees.
"How much sleep do you get?" I turned my head so I was looking at him.
"Enough."
"Well, if you're going to be the greatest drummer on earth, your going to need to get more sleep. Your new bedtime is midnight."
"Okay." He smiled and focused his attention on the wall. I kept looking at him.
Tre's POV
After about ten minutes of silence, I looked over at her. She was asleep. She was cute when she was asleep. What am I saying? She's a minor. She looked comfortable and I didn't to wake her up. Maybe I should carry her to her room. Would that be too forward? Maybe I'll just sleep here with her. Yeah, that's a good plan. Maybe I should move closer, to produce more body heat. That works. I moved closer to her and took off my shoes. I leaned my head back and she rested her head on my shoulder. I could get used to this.
"So Tre, how long have you been playing the drums?" my mom attempted conversation.
"Since I was 12."
"And how old are you now?"
"32."
"Wow, you're almost as old as me."
"No he's not mom."
"Mom's a wot older than you." Joey said. I laughed quietly.
"So, how long will you be teaching Jordan?"
"10 weeks." My mom nodded and took a bite of spaghetti.
"You know, she's going to have to live in LA for five weeks?" My mom choked on her spaghetti.
"Yes! Five weeks without Jordan!" Jason yelled a little too loudly. Tre looked at him.
"Come on, I'm sure your sister's not that bad." He said, winking at me.
"Ew, you're hitting on my sister!" Jake yelled.
"He's not hitting on me, I have a boyfriend, and I'm sure he has one too... well he doesn't have a boyfriend... well maybe he does bu-"
"I don't have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend," he said smiling at me.
"Got any tattoos?" My mom continued with the questioning.
"One."
"Where?" I asked.
"No where the kids can see." He winked at my mom.
"Ew, now you're hitting on my mom!" Jake yelled.
"Naw, I'm just kidding. It's on my shoulder." He rolled up his t-shirt sleeve and showed us the tattoo.
"It's cool."
"What is it?" Jake asked.
"I really don't know, I was drunk at the time." He said laughing nervously.
"Would you like something to drink, Tre?"
"Yes, that would be nice."
"What would you like? We have wine, beer, water, milk, ju-"
"I'll have wine, please."
"Okay." My mom stood up and went into the kitchen.
"So, you drink a lot Tre?"
"Yeah," he said looking down at the table. I couldn't believe my eyes, was Tre Cool... nervous?
"So, how old are you guys?"
"I'm 17." I said.
"I'm 14, Jake here's 11, and little Joey there is six." Jason said.
"And you are?"
"I'm Jason."
"Cool." My mom walked back in with Tre's glass of whine and one for herself. She handed it to him and sat down.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," she sat down, "So, is Tre your real name?"
"No, my real name's Frank." She nodded.
Two hours later, we had somehow gotten into a game of Scrabble. The teams were; Tre and I, my mom and Joey, and Jake and Jason. We were winning.
Our score was 241, but we were closely followed by Joey and my mom with a score of 226. Jake and Jason weren't even close. They had a score of 176.
We were all passing our turns until I realized something. I hit Tre lightly and pointed the move out to him. He smirked slyly and I put the tiles down. It was spelled out clearly.
CHAMPIONS
We both jumped up and started singing.
"We are the champions my friends,
We'll keep on fighting 'til the end,
We are the Champions,
We are the Champions!
No time for losers, cuz we are the Champions...
Of the world!"
He gave me a high-five and we sat down. He sang because he was drunk, I sang because I was, well let's just say I had a few drinks when Tre wasn't looking.
"I should get home."
"Tre, you shouldn't be driving." My mom said.
"Yeah Tre."
"But I'm really tired."
"I have an idea, Jordan can drive you and then you can pick your car up tomorrow."
"Why doesn't he just stay here?" I asked.
"That's a good idea." My mom agreed. I looked around and saw it was only us three and Jason.
"Would it be too much trouble?" he asked.
"Not at all, Jordan can sleep on the couch and you can take her room."
"Okay." I said nodding.
"Then it's settled, you will stay here."
"Cool."
"Goodnight, I'm going to bed."
"Night mom."
"Goodnight Jordan, night Tre."
"Goodnight Mrs. Johnson."
"Night Jordan." Jason mumbled walking up the stairs. We walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.
"You tired?" He asked.
"No," I said bringing my legs to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.
"When do you go to bed?" I looked at the clock; it was 11:32.
"1 maybe 2 in the morning." I said resting my head on my knees.
"How much sleep do you get?" I turned my head so I was looking at him.
"Enough."
"Well, if you're going to be the greatest drummer on earth, your going to need to get more sleep. Your new bedtime is midnight."
"Okay." He smiled and focused his attention on the wall. I kept looking at him.
Tre's POV
After about ten minutes of silence, I looked over at her. She was asleep. She was cute when she was asleep. What am I saying? She's a minor. She looked comfortable and I didn't to wake her up. Maybe I should carry her to her room. Would that be too forward? Maybe I'll just sleep here with her. Yeah, that's a good plan. Maybe I should move closer, to produce more body heat. That works. I moved closer to her and took off my shoes. I leaned my head back and she rested her head on my shoulder. I could get used to this.
