Twisted Lives of the Strong Minded, chapter 2
*2 years later*
"Miiike, where's the miiiiiiilk?"
"Next to the coffee pot"
"Oh yeah, thaaaaank youuuuuuuuu"
"Your weeeeelcooooome"
Amy had been discharged from hospital 3 days after going in, and was now living with Mike and Billie, and soon Tré, who was currently falling over boxes and ending up on the floor with some of his boxers on his head. She was now 18, and had quit her job at the bar not long after coming out of hospital so she could work as a waitress at a restraunt close to where she lived. Living with Billie was hard, coz they were always fighting and blaming each other for everything, but Mike and Tré always made it easier.
To be exact, she was sitting in the kitchen, laughing a lot after her "conversation" with Mike.
*Amy's POV*
Why am I laughing? I have no idea, must just be one of those days... .ho hum. Oh God here come Billie.
*Mikes POV*
She is so weird, just started laughing randomly. Suddenly she stopped, and I noticed Billie just walked in.
"What's so funny this time, been looking in the mirror?"
"No, just remembering when you were at that party and you got pissed and... "
"Okay okay, we all know what happened! And any way, it was dark and I was only 18"
"It was only last month"
"TSH... shut up"
"Hahahaaa"
Oh god here we go again.
"GUYS! A little help! Please?"
We all went to see what Tré had done, and it tuner out he still had his boxers on his head and had managed to spill all his underwear all over the floor. We started tidying it up, and by we I mean me and Billie, Amy was trying her best to get Tré's boxers off his head, but he had decided they had special powers and he was now "Manwithboxersonhishead Man!"
"Urm, Tré?" said Billie holding up a box with a matching thong and apron set in it. Tré went bright red and said:
"It's not mine it's my mates! That came out wrong!"
"Hahahahaha, Tré's a transvestite! Hahahahaha!"
"Am not!" he said, grabbing the box of the floor and whacking her round the head with it.
*Amy's POV*
Hahahahaha, Tré's a transvestite! Think I've been taking lessons off him in randomness though, coz I grabbed the box out of his hand, and the boxers off his head, shoved the boxers in the box and threw it out the window. Why? I have no idea, but it was funny, especially when he ran outside to get it back from next doors garden.
*Tré's POV*
They're so mean to me! Ah well. Hey, where's my apron gone..?
*Mike's POV*
Eventually, we got round to helping Tré get all his stuff into his room, which was a job and a half coz Amy kept having random laughing fits, and Tré almost broke everything (including my foot, how heavy do drums have to be? Ouch) when we finished, me, Tré and Billie just sat watching TV, and Amy went to get changed. But Billie was grinning like an idiot.
"Bill, stop smiling at me like that! It's scaryyyy!"
"Just listen... "
So we listened. We heard Amy in her room with her stereo on, getting changed and that was about it. Well...
"AAAAAAAA!!! FUCKING HELL! BILLIE FUCKING JOE I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!"
We all turned and saw Amy standing at the top of the stairs in her dressing gown and probably not much else, holding Tré's apron and looking very bloody pissed to put it lightly.
"Billie fucking Joe Armstrong, you'd better tell me why Tré's apron was in my drawer right now of I will strangle you with your guitar strings"
"Because it's funny"
"Because it's funny. Because it's fucking funny?! Do I look like I'm laughing?!"
"No, maybe you've had a humour malfunction?"
"AAARGH!"
"I take it not then"
Then she started hitting him with Tré's apron. A lot. Eventually though, I thought I might just have to stop her hitting him before Tré's "mate's" apron ripped, or Billie started getting bruises. But at the minute I was laughing too much to stand up so he'll have to last.
*Tré's POV*
Oh my god, what am I gonna do with them? Or my apron, I don't want her to rip it. Mike was laughing too much to do anything, except laugh, so it looked like it was up to me to save Billie from the wrath of the apron. I stood up and tried to grab Amy's dressing gown to pull it off, but me being Tré Cool, and not someone sensible, I slipped. I could have slipped before grabbing onto her dressing gown, but I didn't, and even when I was on the floor, I still had hold of her dressing gown. Oops...
*Amy's POV*
Oh great! One minute I'm happily hitting Billie with Tré's apron, the next I'm standing in nothing but my underwear still hitting Billie with my apron. Until I noticed I was in my underwear that is, which Billie kindly pointed out to me.
"Ha ha, you're in your underwear!!! Ha ha!!!"
"What the... ? TRE!!!"
"I didn't do it on purpose! I didn't! I just slipped coz I was trying to stop you from hitting Billie! Honest!"
"Just give me my dressing gown!"
But it's never that easy with Billie around is it? No, of course it isn't. He stood up and grabbed my dressing gown off Tré and ran off with it downstairs into the basement.
"Bloody hell! Get back here!"
"No!"
Then I'll have to make him, so I chased him, forgetting that I wasn't wearing apart from my matching black and pink spotty underwear.
*Billie's POV*
Oh god I didn't think she'd chase me, she's only in her underwear! Bet Tré loves this. Gotta hide gotta hide... perfect.
*Tré's POV*
Great, now everyone will think I'm a transvestite rapist or something weird like that, I bet Mike's lovin Amy running round in her bra and knickers though, hehehe
*Mike's POV*
Oh my god, I think Billie's done it this time. She looked about ready to make him wear the apron and thong and lock him in a gay bar. Ah well, I'm sure she'll get over it.
*CRASH*
Or not.
*Amy's POV*
God he's so annoying! I know he's down here though, I'm just not so sure where. Jebus it's freezing down here when you're just in your undies, maybe I should just go back up? Nah, not with Tré up there anyways.
*CRASH*
Right in front of me, a massive box full of general crap fell down, and behind it was Billie Joe with my dressing gown.
"Gotcha now"
"yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to give you the dressing gown"
"unless I make you"
"how are you gonna do that? You're a girl and everyone has known since 2nd grade that girls are weak"
Ok, so that annoyed me a bit, coz I'm a total feminist.
"Girls may be weak, but boys have cooties"
Billie stood up and said "is that a challenge?"
"Nope," I said "It's a dressing gown" and I grabbed my dressing gown out of his hands and ran upstairs and into my room to finally get changed.
"Miiike, where's the miiiiiiilk?"
"Next to the coffee pot"
"Oh yeah, thaaaaank youuuuuuuuu"
"Your weeeeelcooooome"
Amy had been discharged from hospital 3 days after going in, and was now living with Mike and Billie, and soon Tré, who was currently falling over boxes and ending up on the floor with some of his boxers on his head. She was now 18, and had quit her job at the bar not long after coming out of hospital so she could work as a waitress at a restraunt close to where she lived. Living with Billie was hard, coz they were always fighting and blaming each other for everything, but Mike and Tré always made it easier.
To be exact, she was sitting in the kitchen, laughing a lot after her "conversation" with Mike.
*Amy's POV*
Why am I laughing? I have no idea, must just be one of those days... .ho hum. Oh God here come Billie.
*Mikes POV*
She is so weird, just started laughing randomly. Suddenly she stopped, and I noticed Billie just walked in.
"What's so funny this time, been looking in the mirror?"
"No, just remembering when you were at that party and you got pissed and... "
"Okay okay, we all know what happened! And any way, it was dark and I was only 18"
"It was only last month"
"TSH... shut up"
"Hahahaaa"
Oh god here we go again.
"GUYS! A little help! Please?"
We all went to see what Tré had done, and it tuner out he still had his boxers on his head and had managed to spill all his underwear all over the floor. We started tidying it up, and by we I mean me and Billie, Amy was trying her best to get Tré's boxers off his head, but he had decided they had special powers and he was now "Manwithboxersonhishead Man!"
"Urm, Tré?" said Billie holding up a box with a matching thong and apron set in it. Tré went bright red and said:
"It's not mine it's my mates! That came out wrong!"
"Hahahahaha, Tré's a transvestite! Hahahahaha!"
"Am not!" he said, grabbing the box of the floor and whacking her round the head with it.
*Amy's POV*
Hahahahaha, Tré's a transvestite! Think I've been taking lessons off him in randomness though, coz I grabbed the box out of his hand, and the boxers off his head, shoved the boxers in the box and threw it out the window. Why? I have no idea, but it was funny, especially when he ran outside to get it back from next doors garden.
*Tré's POV*
They're so mean to me! Ah well. Hey, where's my apron gone..?
*Mike's POV*
Eventually, we got round to helping Tré get all his stuff into his room, which was a job and a half coz Amy kept having random laughing fits, and Tré almost broke everything (including my foot, how heavy do drums have to be? Ouch) when we finished, me, Tré and Billie just sat watching TV, and Amy went to get changed. But Billie was grinning like an idiot.
"Bill, stop smiling at me like that! It's scaryyyy!"
"Just listen... "
So we listened. We heard Amy in her room with her stereo on, getting changed and that was about it. Well...
"AAAAAAAA!!! FUCKING HELL! BILLIE FUCKING JOE I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!"
We all turned and saw Amy standing at the top of the stairs in her dressing gown and probably not much else, holding Tré's apron and looking very bloody pissed to put it lightly.
"Billie fucking Joe Armstrong, you'd better tell me why Tré's apron was in my drawer right now of I will strangle you with your guitar strings"
"Because it's funny"
"Because it's funny. Because it's fucking funny?! Do I look like I'm laughing?!"
"No, maybe you've had a humour malfunction?"
"AAARGH!"
"I take it not then"
Then she started hitting him with Tré's apron. A lot. Eventually though, I thought I might just have to stop her hitting him before Tré's "mate's" apron ripped, or Billie started getting bruises. But at the minute I was laughing too much to stand up so he'll have to last.
*Tré's POV*
Oh my god, what am I gonna do with them? Or my apron, I don't want her to rip it. Mike was laughing too much to do anything, except laugh, so it looked like it was up to me to save Billie from the wrath of the apron. I stood up and tried to grab Amy's dressing gown to pull it off, but me being Tré Cool, and not someone sensible, I slipped. I could have slipped before grabbing onto her dressing gown, but I didn't, and even when I was on the floor, I still had hold of her dressing gown. Oops...
*Amy's POV*
Oh great! One minute I'm happily hitting Billie with Tré's apron, the next I'm standing in nothing but my underwear still hitting Billie with my apron. Until I noticed I was in my underwear that is, which Billie kindly pointed out to me.
"Ha ha, you're in your underwear!!! Ha ha!!!"
"What the... ? TRE!!!"
"I didn't do it on purpose! I didn't! I just slipped coz I was trying to stop you from hitting Billie! Honest!"
"Just give me my dressing gown!"
But it's never that easy with Billie around is it? No, of course it isn't. He stood up and grabbed my dressing gown off Tré and ran off with it downstairs into the basement.
"Bloody hell! Get back here!"
"No!"
Then I'll have to make him, so I chased him, forgetting that I wasn't wearing apart from my matching black and pink spotty underwear.
*Billie's POV*
Oh god I didn't think she'd chase me, she's only in her underwear! Bet Tré loves this. Gotta hide gotta hide... perfect.
*Tré's POV*
Great, now everyone will think I'm a transvestite rapist or something weird like that, I bet Mike's lovin Amy running round in her bra and knickers though, hehehe
*Mike's POV*
Oh my god, I think Billie's done it this time. She looked about ready to make him wear the apron and thong and lock him in a gay bar. Ah well, I'm sure she'll get over it.
*CRASH*
Or not.
*Amy's POV*
God he's so annoying! I know he's down here though, I'm just not so sure where. Jebus it's freezing down here when you're just in your undies, maybe I should just go back up? Nah, not with Tré up there anyways.
*CRASH*
Right in front of me, a massive box full of general crap fell down, and behind it was Billie Joe with my dressing gown.
"Gotcha now"
"yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to give you the dressing gown"
"unless I make you"
"how are you gonna do that? You're a girl and everyone has known since 2nd grade that girls are weak"
Ok, so that annoyed me a bit, coz I'm a total feminist.
"Girls may be weak, but boys have cooties"
Billie stood up and said "is that a challenge?"
"Nope," I said "It's a dressing gown" and I grabbed my dressing gown out of his hands and ran upstairs and into my room to finally get changed.
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