You Were An Asshole... And Now You're Gone, chapter 1
*Tre's POV*
(Tre's Nightmare)
"Billie Joe! Where's my drumsticks?!" I yelled from upstairs. "Try the damn closet! That's where I saw you put them last!" he yelled from the kitchen. We had a show to do in like 2 and a half hours and I couldn't find my drumsticks. I looked in the closet and there they were, sitting on top of all the junk. "Found them!" I yelled. I ran down the stairs, skipping every other one. I walked into the kitchen and sat down next to Billie Joe and started drumming on the edge of the table. "Will you please stop that? I have a headache and that's just making it worse." Billie Joe said as he looked back at the newspaper. "Sorry. I just need something to do." "Then go take a shower. You are starting to stink." "Ok. That's something positive to think about. I'll be out in about 20 minutes." "Ok."
I went to the shower and when I got in there I saw Mike laying in a blood puddle. I ran over to him and saw that someone cut his side. Bad. I ran back to Billie Joe and said paniacally, "Mike... He's... He's... Come on!" Billie Joe dropped the newspaper and followed me to the bathroom and he about fainted. "No... No.. This can't be... My.. My best friend... Gone..." he said as he started to cry. "This isn't right. We can't preform without him. He's the only person who can play all the songs. I can't do this... This just can't be.. No.. This isn't true... It's all a bad dream."
(Tre waking up from the dream but still in the dream world)
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I yelled. Then Billie Joe and Mike came running in. "What? What?!" Mike said as he walked over to me. "You... Bathtub.. Dead... Puddle of blood all around you... You're ok." I said as I started to slowly calm down. "Of course I'm ok. My nerves aren't after you screamed and woke up the whole world. Don't worry. Everything is alright." Then Billie Joe comes charging at me with a butcher knife.
(Tre waking up for good)
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I yelled. Then Mike came charging in. "What? Why are you screaming?" "I had a dream that you were in the bathtub dead with a puddle of blood around you and another one where you were alive but Billie Joe came charging at me with a butcher knife. I'm just not having a good night." "Well, just know those were nightmares. You'll be fine. I'll be alive. And Billie Joe is not gonna come charging at you with butcher knife. That's actually something you would do. Come on. You can stay in the extra bed in my room if you want to." "Ok. Thanks man." We got up and walked to his room.
*My POV*
"Oh Mr. Nicholas! Will you please come here! I gotta know something." I yelled from my room. "Coming Miss. Coughman." Nick yelled from the kitchen. He always called me 'Miss. Coughman' since high school. "Yes?" he said as he walked in my room. "Are you going to the Green Day concert with me and Dana or are you going to the Jimmy Eat World concert with me and Margo?" "Both." "Ok." So I sent my name and address and junk in and then got of the computer.
And who came to my front door I really didn't expect in a million years.
(Tre's Nightmare)
"Billie Joe! Where's my drumsticks?!" I yelled from upstairs. "Try the damn closet! That's where I saw you put them last!" he yelled from the kitchen. We had a show to do in like 2 and a half hours and I couldn't find my drumsticks. I looked in the closet and there they were, sitting on top of all the junk. "Found them!" I yelled. I ran down the stairs, skipping every other one. I walked into the kitchen and sat down next to Billie Joe and started drumming on the edge of the table. "Will you please stop that? I have a headache and that's just making it worse." Billie Joe said as he looked back at the newspaper. "Sorry. I just need something to do." "Then go take a shower. You are starting to stink." "Ok. That's something positive to think about. I'll be out in about 20 minutes." "Ok."
I went to the shower and when I got in there I saw Mike laying in a blood puddle. I ran over to him and saw that someone cut his side. Bad. I ran back to Billie Joe and said paniacally, "Mike... He's... He's... Come on!" Billie Joe dropped the newspaper and followed me to the bathroom and he about fainted. "No... No.. This can't be... My.. My best friend... Gone..." he said as he started to cry. "This isn't right. We can't preform without him. He's the only person who can play all the songs. I can't do this... This just can't be.. No.. This isn't true... It's all a bad dream."
(Tre waking up from the dream but still in the dream world)
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I yelled. Then Billie Joe and Mike came running in. "What? What?!" Mike said as he walked over to me. "You... Bathtub.. Dead... Puddle of blood all around you... You're ok." I said as I started to slowly calm down. "Of course I'm ok. My nerves aren't after you screamed and woke up the whole world. Don't worry. Everything is alright." Then Billie Joe comes charging at me with a butcher knife.
(Tre waking up for good)
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I yelled. Then Mike came charging in. "What? Why are you screaming?" "I had a dream that you were in the bathtub dead with a puddle of blood around you and another one where you were alive but Billie Joe came charging at me with a butcher knife. I'm just not having a good night." "Well, just know those were nightmares. You'll be fine. I'll be alive. And Billie Joe is not gonna come charging at you with butcher knife. That's actually something you would do. Come on. You can stay in the extra bed in my room if you want to." "Ok. Thanks man." We got up and walked to his room.
*My POV*
"Oh Mr. Nicholas! Will you please come here! I gotta know something." I yelled from my room. "Coming Miss. Coughman." Nick yelled from the kitchen. He always called me 'Miss. Coughman' since high school. "Yes?" he said as he walked in my room. "Are you going to the Green Day concert with me and Dana or are you going to the Jimmy Eat World concert with me and Margo?" "Both." "Ok." So I sent my name and address and junk in and then got of the computer.
And who came to my front door I really didn't expect in a million years.
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