Boys Will Be Boys, chapter 1
Tre sat strumming his friend's guitar. He pushed his feet against the desk they lay on so he spun around in the cheap computer chair a few times before settling again. He looked around the studio, beginning to hum the band's most recent hit, Blvd. of Broken dreams. "What have we gotten our selves into?" he thought as he laid the guitar, a replica of blue, back on the couch. He walked over to the dingy wall of the dark little recording studio.
To think, after all of the succes they'd had, Green Day, renowned world superstars, were still recording in this dingy little one-roomed place in Oakland. It wasn't that he minded, no, he didn't mind at all, he just found it ironic that there were little shitty local bands somewhere in Turkey with better recording space.
He absently pulled the sharpie out of his back pocket and began to doodle on the wall. A few inches away he saw Billie Joe's charming picture of a cat toking up on a bong... How drunk were they that night?
"Oh yeah... the infamous 'Chicken Fucker' argument... Mike lost that one pretty bad," He thought as he continiued his little sketch...
~"Yeah, well, fuck you, you fucking chicken fucker!" Tre bellows... His words slur to something sounding more like 'fug yewyer fuggin jiggin fugger...' He can't remember being this drunk since he was 18...
"Tre, you need to sit... SIT DOWN!" Mike yells at him, a little buzzed, but drinking moderatley that night. "It's not my fault!" he finishes, pushing down on Tre's shoulders to force him onto the couch.
Tre swings at him, missing horribly and almost falling. "Not your fault my ASS! You blocked the crowd!" [nor yer fawld my ASS, Y'Blogged the GROWD!]~
Tre looked at the heiroglyph before him. Ah yes, the ever-popular stick-man-humping-a-dog. He half-smiled to himself and replaced the sharpie as the door to the studio opened a few feet away from him and Mike walked in. Billie Joe followed shortly behind, with a Pizza and a six-pack.
Billie threw his dark shades on the desk at the far end of the room, then set the pizza and beer beside the sunglasses. Mike fell into his old place on the couch, flicking on the TV. They rarely watched the thing in the studio anymore, and Tre started at the noise. "Hey Tre, heads up," Billie shouted at him as he tossed a drink over.
Tre turned and utterd a small 'Hmm?' Before realising what Billie Joe meant. "AH, FUCK!" He shouted as the can smacked against his forehead. He bent and picked it up off of the floor, already laughing. Mike and Billie Joe, realising he was okay, started to laugh. Mike's eyes grew wide as he pointed at the red half-moon mark already showing on Tre's forehead, and laughed even harder.
"Oh yeah, you think that's funny? Here!" He shouted as he ran over to the pizza, tearing off a slice and leaping onto the couch. He slammed it right onto the clean white muscle tee Mike was wearing. Mike struggled away finally and stood up. He ceased laughing just long enough to attempt peeling the pizza off of the front of his shirt.
He was succesful with the crust at least, and started laughing again as he stood with the crust of a pizza slice in his right hand hanging by his side, and the toppings-sauce and all- plastered in a neat triangle on his chest. "AH! awww, it's all warm and gooey..." He faux-whined as he grabbed the mess and readied to throw it on the floor.
"Hey, hey, NO!" Tre cried as he stopped laughing and ran over to Mike. "Here, I'll get it!" He bent his head back and Mike glopped the whole mess into Tre's open mouth/face. He chewed for a second or two, swollowed what had landed on his face-a good sized chunk- and grabbed Mike's hand. Tre looked him in the eye, His face falling comically, as he looked mike "sexily" in the eye and said with an intentional lisp, "I'm gonna lick you silly."
He started lickking all over Mike's hand, much to the the amusement of Tre and Bille Joe. Mike started squirming, trying to get away. "Blech, Tre, No, no, cut it out, stop it!" He caught Tre's eye fr a second, and Tre let him go suddenly. Mike was just wondering why Tre had stopped, When Tre walked over and grabbed nother slice of pizza and told them both over billie's continiued laughing, "Uh, I'll see you guys tomorrow, I... I have to go... I-I havesomething to do," regaining his composure a little, He opened the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Mike stared after him for a second, then went and grabbed his own slice of pizza, with Billie Joe still chuckling a little in the background.
To think, after all of the succes they'd had, Green Day, renowned world superstars, were still recording in this dingy little one-roomed place in Oakland. It wasn't that he minded, no, he didn't mind at all, he just found it ironic that there were little shitty local bands somewhere in Turkey with better recording space.
He absently pulled the sharpie out of his back pocket and began to doodle on the wall. A few inches away he saw Billie Joe's charming picture of a cat toking up on a bong... How drunk were they that night?
"Oh yeah... the infamous 'Chicken Fucker' argument... Mike lost that one pretty bad," He thought as he continiued his little sketch...
~"Yeah, well, fuck you, you fucking chicken fucker!" Tre bellows... His words slur to something sounding more like 'fug yewyer fuggin jiggin fugger...' He can't remember being this drunk since he was 18...
"Tre, you need to sit... SIT DOWN!" Mike yells at him, a little buzzed, but drinking moderatley that night. "It's not my fault!" he finishes, pushing down on Tre's shoulders to force him onto the couch.
Tre swings at him, missing horribly and almost falling. "Not your fault my ASS! You blocked the crowd!" [nor yer fawld my ASS, Y'Blogged the GROWD!]~
Tre looked at the heiroglyph before him. Ah yes, the ever-popular stick-man-humping-a-dog. He half-smiled to himself and replaced the sharpie as the door to the studio opened a few feet away from him and Mike walked in. Billie Joe followed shortly behind, with a Pizza and a six-pack.
Billie threw his dark shades on the desk at the far end of the room, then set the pizza and beer beside the sunglasses. Mike fell into his old place on the couch, flicking on the TV. They rarely watched the thing in the studio anymore, and Tre started at the noise. "Hey Tre, heads up," Billie shouted at him as he tossed a drink over.
Tre turned and utterd a small 'Hmm?' Before realising what Billie Joe meant. "AH, FUCK!" He shouted as the can smacked against his forehead. He bent and picked it up off of the floor, already laughing. Mike and Billie Joe, realising he was okay, started to laugh. Mike's eyes grew wide as he pointed at the red half-moon mark already showing on Tre's forehead, and laughed even harder.
"Oh yeah, you think that's funny? Here!" He shouted as he ran over to the pizza, tearing off a slice and leaping onto the couch. He slammed it right onto the clean white muscle tee Mike was wearing. Mike struggled away finally and stood up. He ceased laughing just long enough to attempt peeling the pizza off of the front of his shirt.
He was succesful with the crust at least, and started laughing again as he stood with the crust of a pizza slice in his right hand hanging by his side, and the toppings-sauce and all- plastered in a neat triangle on his chest. "AH! awww, it's all warm and gooey..." He faux-whined as he grabbed the mess and readied to throw it on the floor.
"Hey, hey, NO!" Tre cried as he stopped laughing and ran over to Mike. "Here, I'll get it!" He bent his head back and Mike glopped the whole mess into Tre's open mouth/face. He chewed for a second or two, swollowed what had landed on his face-a good sized chunk- and grabbed Mike's hand. Tre looked him in the eye, His face falling comically, as he looked mike "sexily" in the eye and said with an intentional lisp, "I'm gonna lick you silly."
He started lickking all over Mike's hand, much to the the amusement of Tre and Bille Joe. Mike started squirming, trying to get away. "Blech, Tre, No, no, cut it out, stop it!" He caught Tre's eye fr a second, and Tre let him go suddenly. Mike was just wondering why Tre had stopped, When Tre walked over and grabbed nother slice of pizza and told them both over billie's continiued laughing, "Uh, I'll see you guys tomorrow, I... I have to go... I-I havesomething to do," regaining his composure a little, He opened the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Mike stared after him for a second, then went and grabbed his own slice of pizza, with Billie Joe still chuckling a little in the background.
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