1,000 Hours, chapter 14
***Josh's point of view***
I walked home later that day. Billie had talked so serious to me. Damn. Green Day splitted? I didn't even know what was going on. I went down to Barney's kiosk, not far from Billie and Mike's place. "One pack of prince." I said to the man behind the desk. He looked weird at me. Was it my hear maybe? I wondered. No, defently not. "What?" I asked. "Had a bad day?" the old man asked me. "Uh.." I started. Had a bad day? "No, not really." I replied. The old man nodded and handed me the cigarettes. I payed him and went outside. I opened the cigarette box. "Damn," I said when I lost 'em all. Some more money's wasted. I was suppose to go when I noticed something. "No, it cannot be.." I said and looked down at the cigarette's. They had fallen down perfeclty to write '1, 000 Hours'...
***Mike's point of view***
When I came home the house was in totally dakness. "Billie?" I said as I entered the room. No answer. I went upstairs in his bedroom. Empty. "Where are you man?" I told myself nervously. "He is just out. Maybe in the town or somethi..." I stopped as I saw it. The message. With Tré's signature. And someone else's. I read it over and over again. "In 1, 000 Hours." I read. Signed by the both of 'em. "This gotta be a nightmare," I told myself and tears started to stream down my cheek. Normally I would have told myself 'this has a natural explenation. ' But it was impossible. With this word's Tré had left, with a signature. And so had Billie...
***Billie's point of view***
I knew this was wrong of me. To run away from Mike. I went to a place I hadn't been for year's: Christie Road. The only place I could think. I hadn't though of leaving home. I belonged home with Mike. And Tré. But he was gone. Where was he? Why weren't he home yet? Why did Mike let someone replace him? Why had I signed Tré's message? I had so many question's, but no answer's. It felt like I'd lose everything. But I hadn't. I had Mike. I had my family, my son's, The Jason's, and yeah, I even had Josh. And my ex-wife. But there was one thing who had dissapeared from my life. One thing that no one could ever replace. The smiling, laughing, beloved Tré. The man who always was (or tried to be) in good mood. And always made everyone else feel better. He were there for me when Adie and I split. He was there when I didn't wanna talk to Mike at all (a big fight we had once). He had always been there. And I just throwed him away. I felt horrible. He'd always been there for me, but not this time. "This time I must be here for myself. And Mike.." I though. And then I finally realised. Tré wasn't coming home. He was gone. Dissapeared. To never return again. Now I had all the answer's I needed. There was just one question stucked on my mind now. Where did all of this put that damn message?
I walked home later that day. Billie had talked so serious to me. Damn. Green Day splitted? I didn't even know what was going on. I went down to Barney's kiosk, not far from Billie and Mike's place. "One pack of prince." I said to the man behind the desk. He looked weird at me. Was it my hear maybe? I wondered. No, defently not. "What?" I asked. "Had a bad day?" the old man asked me. "Uh.." I started. Had a bad day? "No, not really." I replied. The old man nodded and handed me the cigarettes. I payed him and went outside. I opened the cigarette box. "Damn," I said when I lost 'em all. Some more money's wasted. I was suppose to go when I noticed something. "No, it cannot be.." I said and looked down at the cigarette's. They had fallen down perfeclty to write '1, 000 Hours'...
***Mike's point of view***
When I came home the house was in totally dakness. "Billie?" I said as I entered the room. No answer. I went upstairs in his bedroom. Empty. "Where are you man?" I told myself nervously. "He is just out. Maybe in the town or somethi..." I stopped as I saw it. The message. With Tré's signature. And someone else's. I read it over and over again. "In 1, 000 Hours." I read. Signed by the both of 'em. "This gotta be a nightmare," I told myself and tears started to stream down my cheek. Normally I would have told myself 'this has a natural explenation. ' But it was impossible. With this word's Tré had left, with a signature. And so had Billie...
***Billie's point of view***
I knew this was wrong of me. To run away from Mike. I went to a place I hadn't been for year's: Christie Road. The only place I could think. I hadn't though of leaving home. I belonged home with Mike. And Tré. But he was gone. Where was he? Why weren't he home yet? Why did Mike let someone replace him? Why had I signed Tré's message? I had so many question's, but no answer's. It felt like I'd lose everything. But I hadn't. I had Mike. I had my family, my son's, The Jason's, and yeah, I even had Josh. And my ex-wife. But there was one thing who had dissapeared from my life. One thing that no one could ever replace. The smiling, laughing, beloved Tré. The man who always was (or tried to be) in good mood. And always made everyone else feel better. He were there for me when Adie and I split. He was there when I didn't wanna talk to Mike at all (a big fight we had once). He had always been there. And I just throwed him away. I felt horrible. He'd always been there for me, but not this time. "This time I must be here for myself. And Mike.." I though. And then I finally realised. Tré wasn't coming home. He was gone. Dissapeared. To never return again. Now I had all the answer's I needed. There was just one question stucked on my mind now. Where did all of this put that damn message?
