Why are There No Clouds in the Sky?, chapter 4
Tre and Mike were frustrated. They had called Billie at least 6 times for him to come to Mike's house to work on the album, where they were, but he did not answer his cell phone.
"Maybe him and Adrienne are having sex," Tre suggested. Mike groaned. Here we go again.
Tre suddenly brightened up after saying so. "With the phone," he added.
Mike rolled his eyes, "Like phone sex?"
"No silly," Tre responded. "On the phone."
"You mean like phone sex?"
"No!" the drummer insisted. "On top of the phone! "
"You are so weird."
"Thank you."
Mike sighed. "But we still have to get Billie to come over here, whether he's getting it on or not," he said. "I have no idea why he's not answering the home or cell phone, but there's got to be some reasoning to it. Wait, why don't we call Adie's phone?"
Tre agreed and Mike picked up the phone and dialed Adrienne's cell phone number. Her familiar voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey Adie, it's Mike," he spoke into the phone. "Tre and I are over at my house and we were wondering where Billie is."
"I'm not really on speaking terms with him right now, so I have no clue. He was gone when I woke up this morning. Didn't even leave a note, the fucker."
"I'm sure it was something important," Mike said, trying to lessen his friend's worries.
"Whatever," Adie said. "He can screw himself over. I'm picking up the boys for lunch now though, and I see them coming out the school, so I'm going to have to lea- JOEY, JAKOB THE CAR'S OVER HERE! NO, NOT THERE! HERE! FOR GOD'S SAKE I AM NOT PARKED BY THE SEMI-TRUCK I'M OVER HERE! Sorry about that, they completely missed the car. Sometimes I think those kids are just oblivious to the world sometimes, y'know? I guess that could be a good thing... Well as I said, I gotta run, so I'll catch ya later, 'kay?"
"Okay, bye Adie."
"Bye Mike."
And with that, Mike hung up the phone. Tre looked at him for information. "She doesn't know," he said, sighing. "He left this morning without a note. They're in a bit of a quarrel, so to speak."
Tre hit his forehead. "So Billie wasn't fucking her! He was fucking things up with her! Silly Billie!"
"Tre, Jesus Christ, you need to get off the crack," Mike said. "And yes, I know you don't do drugs anymore, because you're a good dad. Seriously Tre, I'm joking. Because if I here the "I'm a jester in the studio, but I'm so Goddamn responsible at home"; speech again, I will shoot myself."
Tre stared at Mike.
"What?"
"YOU CAN READ MINDS! HOLY SHIT! YOU CAN READ MINDS!" Tre started screaming as he ran all around the room.
Mike threw his arms up in the air and started to yell. "YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE! I CAN'T WORK WITH YOU! YOU NEED TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET TO WORK BECAUSE YOU'RE SO GODDAMN IRRESPONSIBLE RIGHT NOW!" he screamed at the manic drummer.
Tre suddenly got really hurt. As jester-like as he was, he was also extremely sensitive. "I'm- I'm gonna go," he said suddenly as he grabbed his coat. "I'll- um- talk to you later if- um- you need to."
"Tre," Mike said, trying to run after his friend. "No, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. Really, I am."
Tre turned around and looked at Mike. "I'll see you later, okay?" he stated coldly and walked to the car.
Mike could do nothing but watch the car as it drove off into the distance. He thought of what he said and how he was a bit over the line, but then again, Tre had crossed the line a bit too. And so had Billie. It was one big line-crossing party.
For the rest of the day, Mike kind of hung low at home, and when Estelle came home from school he treated her to a movie, and afterwards they got dinner.
When Mike entered the house later that night, he found that his message machine was blinking, as there was a new message.
Little did he know that the details lying within that message were to change him and his friend's lives, forever.
"Maybe him and Adrienne are having sex," Tre suggested. Mike groaned. Here we go again.
Tre suddenly brightened up after saying so. "With the phone," he added.
Mike rolled his eyes, "Like phone sex?"
"No silly," Tre responded. "On the phone."
"You mean like phone sex?"
"No!" the drummer insisted. "On top of the phone! "
"You are so weird."
"Thank you."
Mike sighed. "But we still have to get Billie to come over here, whether he's getting it on or not," he said. "I have no idea why he's not answering the home or cell phone, but there's got to be some reasoning to it. Wait, why don't we call Adie's phone?"
Tre agreed and Mike picked up the phone and dialed Adrienne's cell phone number. Her familiar voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey Adie, it's Mike," he spoke into the phone. "Tre and I are over at my house and we were wondering where Billie is."
"I'm not really on speaking terms with him right now, so I have no clue. He was gone when I woke up this morning. Didn't even leave a note, the fucker."
"I'm sure it was something important," Mike said, trying to lessen his friend's worries.
"Whatever," Adie said. "He can screw himself over. I'm picking up the boys for lunch now though, and I see them coming out the school, so I'm going to have to lea- JOEY, JAKOB THE CAR'S OVER HERE! NO, NOT THERE! HERE! FOR GOD'S SAKE I AM NOT PARKED BY THE SEMI-TRUCK I'M OVER HERE! Sorry about that, they completely missed the car. Sometimes I think those kids are just oblivious to the world sometimes, y'know? I guess that could be a good thing... Well as I said, I gotta run, so I'll catch ya later, 'kay?"
"Okay, bye Adie."
"Bye Mike."
And with that, Mike hung up the phone. Tre looked at him for information. "She doesn't know," he said, sighing. "He left this morning without a note. They're in a bit of a quarrel, so to speak."
Tre hit his forehead. "So Billie wasn't fucking her! He was fucking things up with her! Silly Billie!"
"Tre, Jesus Christ, you need to get off the crack," Mike said. "And yes, I know you don't do drugs anymore, because you're a good dad. Seriously Tre, I'm joking. Because if I here the "I'm a jester in the studio, but I'm so Goddamn responsible at home"; speech again, I will shoot myself."
Tre stared at Mike.
"What?"
"YOU CAN READ MINDS! HOLY SHIT! YOU CAN READ MINDS!" Tre started screaming as he ran all around the room.
Mike threw his arms up in the air and started to yell. "YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE! I CAN'T WORK WITH YOU! YOU NEED TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET TO WORK BECAUSE YOU'RE SO GODDAMN IRRESPONSIBLE RIGHT NOW!" he screamed at the manic drummer.
Tre suddenly got really hurt. As jester-like as he was, he was also extremely sensitive. "I'm- I'm gonna go," he said suddenly as he grabbed his coat. "I'll- um- talk to you later if- um- you need to."
"Tre," Mike said, trying to run after his friend. "No, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. Really, I am."
Tre turned around and looked at Mike. "I'll see you later, okay?" he stated coldly and walked to the car.
Mike could do nothing but watch the car as it drove off into the distance. He thought of what he said and how he was a bit over the line, but then again, Tre had crossed the line a bit too. And so had Billie. It was one big line-crossing party.
For the rest of the day, Mike kind of hung low at home, and when Estelle came home from school he treated her to a movie, and afterwards they got dinner.
When Mike entered the house later that night, he found that his message machine was blinking, as there was a new message.
Little did he know that the details lying within that message were to change him and his friend's lives, forever.
