Dry Ice, chapter 3
[Mike's point of view:]
"Okey, now I'm getting worried, Trè can't joke for that long," I told Billie the third day Trè didn't come home. "It's probably my fault," Billie said and looked sadly down. "I should have treated him better." "No, Billie, it isn't your fault god damn it." I said. "Yes it is, and you know it." he replied. I didn't answer cause inside of me I knew it was Billie's fault. "Have you tried call him?" I asked Billie, and before I could see something else, he was already on the phone. "It's calling, thank god." Billie said. I though it was like a nightmare come true when I heard Trè's cell call upstairs. "Mikeee.." Billie looked at me with red eyes. "Is that what I think it is?" "No, no, it isn't," I said calmly. "You're liening," he said and hung up.
At day four we called the police to tell them that Trè hadn't been home for four days by now. "We'll see what we can do," the man said, and hung up. The very next day was all of it written in newspapers and all that kinda stuff. "Green Day's Trè Cool didn't came home," or "Frank Wright III.: have you seen him?" I was starting getting worse, and every day I though of where the hell he could be.
Years and months passed by, and me and Billie finally got a new drummer for the band when we realized that Trè wasn't coming home. The new drummer's name was Josh, and he seemed more happy for that than Trè ever did.
[Josh's point of view:]
I were happy to join Green Day as a band. This was exiting, and they had tour all year long. As I was speaking to my mom in the phone, maked her sure that everything was okey and all that kind off stuff. "Where are we going today?" I said to Billie and looked exited on him. "To a place girls are falling infront of your legs," he replied and laughed. I smiled to him, and though this was my place to be. "Y'know, Paris is always exiting," Mike said and blinked at me. The guys were much older than me, 35 while I were 17. I were crazy bout girls and here everyone wanted me. I went into the bar, when I saw a beautiful girl looking at me. "Hi," she smiled sweetly. "Hi," I said and smiled a big smile. "What's your name?" "Alisha," she said and came closer. "Alisha," I replied and nodded. "You're in Green Day I know," she said and smiled again. "Yes," I said. "But y'know, this is a boring place, let's go over to mine," I said, trying to be sexy. In the other corner Mike was laughing and pointed at me. "Come on, let's go," I said and she followed me.
She smelled like strawberry. I kissed her neck and she moaned softly. She dragged down my belt and slowly bited my neck. I was just going to pull down her sweat little sweather when BJ came in. She looked weird at him. "Wow, just go on fuck guys," he said and went out. She looked at me. "I'm leaving," she said and went out. When she did, Billie came in. "What was that all about?" he said. "I though you were gonna.." "Yes, I was until you came," I said and fixed my belt. "Well, sorry for disturbing," he said and laughed a bit. "Soo.. Where's Mike?" I asked, tried talk bout something else. "I guess you would like to know," Billie laughed, and Mike came in the door. "Oops," Billie said. "He was right behind me." I laughed. "What's so funny?" Mike asked and looked weird at us. I always though Mike was the kind off silent type. "Nothing," Billie smiled. "You're never laughing for nothing," Mike said and smiled. "Y'know, sometimes you do," Billie replied. I looked at em. They had knew eachother for a very long time, and I was just the new guy who no one really knew. Billie went out for lighting a cigarette. "What have you done all day?" Mike asked me. "Nothing really, I was out with you guys and.." "What happened to that girl?" Mike asked and laughed a bit. "Well.. It's BJ's fault like always," I replied. Mike stopped laughing and stared at me. "What?" I said. "Don't say that bout Billie again. Don't let that happen all over again." "Why? Why not Mike? Why can't I tell you that Billie is annoying m.." "Billie isn't annoying you, he gave you a fucking job," Mike said and looked down. "Yeah, he.. He kinda did," I said and stared in Mike's blue eyes. "But he is still annoying," I said and smiled. Mike finally smiled. "Have it your way then," he said and went outside to Billie.
"Okey, now I'm getting worried, Trè can't joke for that long," I told Billie the third day Trè didn't come home. "It's probably my fault," Billie said and looked sadly down. "I should have treated him better." "No, Billie, it isn't your fault god damn it." I said. "Yes it is, and you know it." he replied. I didn't answer cause inside of me I knew it was Billie's fault. "Have you tried call him?" I asked Billie, and before I could see something else, he was already on the phone. "It's calling, thank god." Billie said. I though it was like a nightmare come true when I heard Trè's cell call upstairs. "Mikeee.." Billie looked at me with red eyes. "Is that what I think it is?" "No, no, it isn't," I said calmly. "You're liening," he said and hung up.
At day four we called the police to tell them that Trè hadn't been home for four days by now. "We'll see what we can do," the man said, and hung up. The very next day was all of it written in newspapers and all that kinda stuff. "Green Day's Trè Cool didn't came home," or "Frank Wright III.: have you seen him?" I was starting getting worse, and every day I though of where the hell he could be.
Years and months passed by, and me and Billie finally got a new drummer for the band when we realized that Trè wasn't coming home. The new drummer's name was Josh, and he seemed more happy for that than Trè ever did.
[Josh's point of view:]
I were happy to join Green Day as a band. This was exiting, and they had tour all year long. As I was speaking to my mom in the phone, maked her sure that everything was okey and all that kind off stuff. "Where are we going today?" I said to Billie and looked exited on him. "To a place girls are falling infront of your legs," he replied and laughed. I smiled to him, and though this was my place to be. "Y'know, Paris is always exiting," Mike said and blinked at me. The guys were much older than me, 35 while I were 17. I were crazy bout girls and here everyone wanted me. I went into the bar, when I saw a beautiful girl looking at me. "Hi," she smiled sweetly. "Hi," I said and smiled a big smile. "What's your name?" "Alisha," she said and came closer. "Alisha," I replied and nodded. "You're in Green Day I know," she said and smiled again. "Yes," I said. "But y'know, this is a boring place, let's go over to mine," I said, trying to be sexy. In the other corner Mike was laughing and pointed at me. "Come on, let's go," I said and she followed me.
She smelled like strawberry. I kissed her neck and she moaned softly. She dragged down my belt and slowly bited my neck. I was just going to pull down her sweat little sweather when BJ came in. She looked weird at him. "Wow, just go on fuck guys," he said and went out. She looked at me. "I'm leaving," she said and went out. When she did, Billie came in. "What was that all about?" he said. "I though you were gonna.." "Yes, I was until you came," I said and fixed my belt. "Well, sorry for disturbing," he said and laughed a bit. "Soo.. Where's Mike?" I asked, tried talk bout something else. "I guess you would like to know," Billie laughed, and Mike came in the door. "Oops," Billie said. "He was right behind me." I laughed. "What's so funny?" Mike asked and looked weird at us. I always though Mike was the kind off silent type. "Nothing," Billie smiled. "You're never laughing for nothing," Mike said and smiled. "Y'know, sometimes you do," Billie replied. I looked at em. They had knew eachother for a very long time, and I was just the new guy who no one really knew. Billie went out for lighting a cigarette. "What have you done all day?" Mike asked me. "Nothing really, I was out with you guys and.." "What happened to that girl?" Mike asked and laughed a bit. "Well.. It's BJ's fault like always," I replied. Mike stopped laughing and stared at me. "What?" I said. "Don't say that bout Billie again. Don't let that happen all over again." "Why? Why not Mike? Why can't I tell you that Billie is annoying m.." "Billie isn't annoying you, he gave you a fucking job," Mike said and looked down. "Yeah, he.. He kinda did," I said and stared in Mike's blue eyes. "But he is still annoying," I said and smiled. Mike finally smiled. "Have it your way then," he said and went outside to Billie.
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