Something Or Other, chapter 3
"Okay. You have FIVE seconds to get out of my chair!"
"MAKE ME!"
"I will. In five seconds. Duh. That's why there's a time limit." I rolled my eyes, and Mike stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.
"Aw. Come on. Let me stay! Pleeeeease? Aren't you my friend, Kristie? Kris... don't give me that look-- TRE! BILLIE! HEEEEELP!"
Unfortunately for Mike, I heard no sound of running feet to see what was going on. I bought out a cloth from behind me with an evil grin.
"Don't you DARE gag me!"
"Just try and stop me."
And this was where the tides turned, and it changed into a fortunate day for Mike when I heard the doorbell. Muttering swears under my breath, I reluctantly turned. "I'LL GET IT... lazy asses..."
I heard some mutters of approval coming from the kitchen and shook my head. "I wonder why they're in the kitchen..." I thought, suspiciously. Well, no sense to mind yet. I pulled open the door, expecting to see some stupid salesman trying to sell me a bible, or a faulty watch that someone threw off a cliff.
Instead, I saw my friends. "Oh, yay" I said sarcastically, "You guys picked the worse time to come over."
"Love you, too." Damned Canadians. (Haha, Mugsie!)
"Why, what's going on?" My other friend tried to peer around the corner, before running into the house, before followed by Steph. The Canadian one.
So, instead of confusing the heck outta you-- Nah, I'll confuse the heck outta you instead.
The two rushed into the lounge, and I followed, before leaning on the doorframe.
"Er. Who is this guy boarding in your house, Kris?" one of them-- not Steph-- asked with her eyes narrowed.
"That's Mike. Mike, Deni. Deni, Mike. Mike, Steph. Steph, Mike. There's others, but... Two seconds..." I trailed off, before heading into the kitchen, to see Tre and Billie, each with a bottle of beer in hand.
"You guys aren't drunk yet, ARE YOU?" I asked, suspiciously. I knew I should of checked on them before answering the door.
"Nooooooooooo. Ooooooffffff couuuuuuuuuuurse noooooot... uhhh..."
Damn them.
"Well, my friends are in the--"
"NEW PEOPLE! NO WAY! WHERE? WHERE?" And with that, Tre darted from the kitchen, and into the lounge, looking ready to tackle someone.
"Was their candy in that beer?" I wondered aloud, before hearing a snicker from Billie Joe. "Oh... Damn... that isn't good..."
Billie didn't really care. He just sort of... sat there, swinging on his chair. I shrugged. "Uh. Do you want to meet my friends too?" I poked him in the ribs, and he giggled girlishly, before standing up and darting away like Tre had. God, these guys were weird...
In the lounge, Mike was pointing at Deni and telling Tre her name, who was laughing his head off. "DENI! DENI DENI DENI!" he giggled. I had no idea what the hell was so funny about it... But, that's Tre for you.
"There's something... wrong with him" Steph said, poking him with a foot, "It's sorta like he's hyper... and... sort drunk..."
"Bang on."
There was silence in the room. (Besides Tre yelling "DENI!" at the top of his voice, Billie giggling like an idiot, and the sound of steam blowing out of Deni's ears... so... it wasn't quiet at all..)
"Uh, Tre?" He glanced up, like some sort of kid. "Deni don't like to be called Deni."
"Awwwwwwwww! But she has a funny naaaaaaaaaaaaaame!"
"She likes to be called Roli."
Tre cracked up again. "ROLI POLI! ROLI POLI OLI!"
"Bloody hell. Hold on-- WHY DIDN'T I GET THE BEER?" Mike shouted suddenly.
"'Cause you were too busy sitting in-- MY FREE CHAIR!" I dived, and landed in it. I looked around, glaring at Mike, who pouted.
"You got to sit in her chair?"
"Yes. MY CHAIR."
"Woooah."
"I was just about to kill him when you came along" I said, rather sadly, "Being charged for murder is a small price to pay for a chair, you know?"
Everyone did, in fact, nod knowingly. Even Tre.
"So... Who are these two other dudes?" Roli (Or Deni... Whatever) asked.
"Billie Joe Armstrong and Tre Cool." I shrugged. (Hey, this is olden time, dude. I mean... why would they board at someone's house today, eh?)
"TRE COOL?"
Tre nodded his head violently on the ground, before standing up, and making a motion to hug Steph, who side-stepped. Tre fell back to the floor, still giggling like an idiot, and muttering stuff like "Tre fell over! Oops!"
"I don't like being the only sane one" Mike pouted, "WHERE'S THE BEER?"
"Don't you dare!" I threatened, from my precious chair.
There was a tense silence, as he glared, then retreated to the couch, glaring at the picture with a piece of glass missing from it.
"Good Mike, have a cookie."
Mike perked, looking around expectantly for this cookie. "WHERE!? Does it have beer in it? COME ON, TALK!"
"God, what is it with you and beer?" I shook my head, "And sorry, no cookie. And I don't trust you to go to the kitchen. Now. You two; Why'd ya come over, anyways?"
"Where did that... Billie guy go?" Steph asked, glancing at the spot where he used to be. Mike bolted up. "I'LL LOOK FOR HIM IN THE KITCHEN!"
And he ran off. Into the kitchen. And as soon as he entered, he yelled back, "FOUND HIM! Wait-- Hey, pass the beer!"
"It's got no candy... no, no candy... nothing of the sort... none... none none none..." God, they were freaking weirdos, honestly.
"Anyway, we came over 'cause some dude called us on your cellphone and did that lame fridge prank" Roli finally answered.
I glanced down at Tre, who was drooling on my carpet. "Ew, Tre, stop drooling... And never steal my phone again! You said you were playing games!"
"Fun! Prank phonecall games!"
"Treeeeeee!"
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees?"
"Fuck you."
"Whatever."
I sighed and shook my head, before heading off to the kitchen to see what damage had been caused there.
I stared in silence, and the... other two (can't exactly call 'em friends...) followed.
"How much damage can two men do, Kris? I'm pretty sure this is the limit."
"They're destroying my house-- Gotta love 'em, doncha?"
But, sometimes I just had to hate beer...
"MAKE ME!"
"I will. In five seconds. Duh. That's why there's a time limit." I rolled my eyes, and Mike stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.
"Aw. Come on. Let me stay! Pleeeeease? Aren't you my friend, Kristie? Kris... don't give me that look-- TRE! BILLIE! HEEEEELP!"
Unfortunately for Mike, I heard no sound of running feet to see what was going on. I bought out a cloth from behind me with an evil grin.
"Don't you DARE gag me!"
"Just try and stop me."
And this was where the tides turned, and it changed into a fortunate day for Mike when I heard the doorbell. Muttering swears under my breath, I reluctantly turned. "I'LL GET IT... lazy asses..."
I heard some mutters of approval coming from the kitchen and shook my head. "I wonder why they're in the kitchen..." I thought, suspiciously. Well, no sense to mind yet. I pulled open the door, expecting to see some stupid salesman trying to sell me a bible, or a faulty watch that someone threw off a cliff.
Instead, I saw my friends. "Oh, yay" I said sarcastically, "You guys picked the worse time to come over."
"Love you, too." Damned Canadians. (Haha, Mugsie!)
"Why, what's going on?" My other friend tried to peer around the corner, before running into the house, before followed by Steph. The Canadian one.
So, instead of confusing the heck outta you-- Nah, I'll confuse the heck outta you instead.
The two rushed into the lounge, and I followed, before leaning on the doorframe.
"Er. Who is this guy boarding in your house, Kris?" one of them-- not Steph-- asked with her eyes narrowed.
"That's Mike. Mike, Deni. Deni, Mike. Mike, Steph. Steph, Mike. There's others, but... Two seconds..." I trailed off, before heading into the kitchen, to see Tre and Billie, each with a bottle of beer in hand.
"You guys aren't drunk yet, ARE YOU?" I asked, suspiciously. I knew I should of checked on them before answering the door.
"Nooooooooooo. Ooooooffffff couuuuuuuuuuurse noooooot... uhhh..."
Damn them.
"Well, my friends are in the--"
"NEW PEOPLE! NO WAY! WHERE? WHERE?" And with that, Tre darted from the kitchen, and into the lounge, looking ready to tackle someone.
"Was their candy in that beer?" I wondered aloud, before hearing a snicker from Billie Joe. "Oh... Damn... that isn't good..."
Billie didn't really care. He just sort of... sat there, swinging on his chair. I shrugged. "Uh. Do you want to meet my friends too?" I poked him in the ribs, and he giggled girlishly, before standing up and darting away like Tre had. God, these guys were weird...
In the lounge, Mike was pointing at Deni and telling Tre her name, who was laughing his head off. "DENI! DENI DENI DENI!" he giggled. I had no idea what the hell was so funny about it... But, that's Tre for you.
"There's something... wrong with him" Steph said, poking him with a foot, "It's sorta like he's hyper... and... sort drunk..."
"Bang on."
There was silence in the room. (Besides Tre yelling "DENI!" at the top of his voice, Billie giggling like an idiot, and the sound of steam blowing out of Deni's ears... so... it wasn't quiet at all..)
"Uh, Tre?" He glanced up, like some sort of kid. "Deni don't like to be called Deni."
"Awwwwwwwww! But she has a funny naaaaaaaaaaaaaame!"
"She likes to be called Roli."
Tre cracked up again. "ROLI POLI! ROLI POLI OLI!"
"Bloody hell. Hold on-- WHY DIDN'T I GET THE BEER?" Mike shouted suddenly.
"'Cause you were too busy sitting in-- MY FREE CHAIR!" I dived, and landed in it. I looked around, glaring at Mike, who pouted.
"You got to sit in her chair?"
"Yes. MY CHAIR."
"Woooah."
"I was just about to kill him when you came along" I said, rather sadly, "Being charged for murder is a small price to pay for a chair, you know?"
Everyone did, in fact, nod knowingly. Even Tre.
"So... Who are these two other dudes?" Roli (Or Deni... Whatever) asked.
"Billie Joe Armstrong and Tre Cool." I shrugged. (Hey, this is olden time, dude. I mean... why would they board at someone's house today, eh?)
"TRE COOL?"
Tre nodded his head violently on the ground, before standing up, and making a motion to hug Steph, who side-stepped. Tre fell back to the floor, still giggling like an idiot, and muttering stuff like "Tre fell over! Oops!"
"I don't like being the only sane one" Mike pouted, "WHERE'S THE BEER?"
"Don't you dare!" I threatened, from my precious chair.
There was a tense silence, as he glared, then retreated to the couch, glaring at the picture with a piece of glass missing from it.
"Good Mike, have a cookie."
Mike perked, looking around expectantly for this cookie. "WHERE!? Does it have beer in it? COME ON, TALK!"
"God, what is it with you and beer?" I shook my head, "And sorry, no cookie. And I don't trust you to go to the kitchen. Now. You two; Why'd ya come over, anyways?"
"Where did that... Billie guy go?" Steph asked, glancing at the spot where he used to be. Mike bolted up. "I'LL LOOK FOR HIM IN THE KITCHEN!"
And he ran off. Into the kitchen. And as soon as he entered, he yelled back, "FOUND HIM! Wait-- Hey, pass the beer!"
"It's got no candy... no, no candy... nothing of the sort... none... none none none..." God, they were freaking weirdos, honestly.
"Anyway, we came over 'cause some dude called us on your cellphone and did that lame fridge prank" Roli finally answered.
I glanced down at Tre, who was drooling on my carpet. "Ew, Tre, stop drooling... And never steal my phone again! You said you were playing games!"
"Fun! Prank phonecall games!"
"Treeeeeee!"
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees?"
"Fuck you."
"Whatever."
I sighed and shook my head, before heading off to the kitchen to see what damage had been caused there.
I stared in silence, and the... other two (can't exactly call 'em friends...) followed.
"How much damage can two men do, Kris? I'm pretty sure this is the limit."
"They're destroying my house-- Gotta love 'em, doncha?"
But, sometimes I just had to hate beer...
