Boys Will Be Boys, chapter 2
Tre Shoved his hands in his pockets, walking quickly away from the studio. He was just reaching to push the walk sign
~ "Get the fuck away from me!" Tre yells as he stumbles back, pushing mike's arms away. He falls on the couch and burries his head in his hands. Mike bends over, rubbing the back of his head.
"It's okay, Tre..." Mike says, pulling a bit of wood out and grimmacing.
It's been a long day. Tre's been drinking since their show ended, A looooong time ago. He sees it all happening again... Mike steps on the amp, Tre slams a little too zealously on on his cymbal, The broken stick goes flyig=ng... Mike falling into the audience.
"No, It's NOT OKAY!" he yells, sobering up a little. He's not talking about the injury... He's talking about the kiss. THEIR kiss...~
As his stomach makes a vicious lurch. "Ah, man!... Mike's pizza... VEGAN pizza... tofu pizza..." He crosses the street, ducking into a small shop. Jackets sit on racks around the shop, and in a display case... Lo and behold, a shiny new shirt, signed by all three members of Green Day.
"Hey man," he calls to metro behind the counter.
"Can I help you?" His eyes have that -oh-so-much-more-important-than-you glaze over them.
"Can I use your bathroom?"
"Uh, paying customers only, sir." He sneered on the last word, a nasty little smirk on his face.
"Oh, well then," Tre sneers back at him, "I guess I'll just look around then." He walks over to the first rack of too-expensive pleather jackets. The Metro turns back around. Tre notices a matching jacket and hat ensemble, as the metro does so out of the corner of his eye. Snatching up the combo he sneaks over to the $80.00 pants section. He holds the hat up to his mouth, the pizza finally getting the better of him, and
~Its a little after the show, and mike is laying on his back, a towel and icepack on his head. "Yowch, Tre, take it easy next time if you decide stab me with a drumstick."
Tre's eyes are beginning to water. Ho one is around to notice but mike. He's tried so HARD not to hurt him... relationship advice, intervening in fights... And now he's the cause. "Mike, I'm soo sorry... I-I... It was an accident..."
"I should hope so. I mean, for God's sake, OW." He's actually laughing, And Tre starts actually crying. "Uhm, Tre... are... Are you okay?" He pulls the back of Tre's knees so he lands on the couch nest to him.
"Ah, I'm Fine..." He looks away for a second, then turns back. "No, that was a lie. I'm not fine."~
He vomits into the hat. Glancing back up to check on the metro-snob, he grins to himself and divides his new mess between the pockets and the hat.
[[I SWEAR TO GOD, I don't consiencly think this stuff up, I just know it happens, so I write it!]]
He sneaks back and replaces the hat and jacket. Just as He goes to walk out the door, he calls cheerfully to the metro-snob "Hey, never mind man... Just a little tofu, never agreed with me!
-----later, Tre's apartment-----
Tre pops open the door to the microwave. "Mmm mmm, nachos, non-tofu nachos, meaty, greasy nachos! NON VEGAN NACHOS!" He grabs them out of the microwave and heads to his bedroom. Once he gets there he lays back and settles the nachos on his stomach.
"AH, HOT!" he cries out. He's laying in his boxers, and the plates still a little hot. He eases it down and flips on the stereo. He's forgotten he left in the Network, trying to go back over the drums. Roshambo is up, and he lays his head back, shoving some nachos in his mouth and remembering
~ Tre looks guiltily at Mike. "Mike, I'm sorry for this but..." He already has a few drinks down, so he knows he can blame it on the alcohol if it goes badly... He leans in and places his lips on Mike's. Mike pulls back and pushes Tre. He sits up and looks shocked at Him. Tre looks down and blushes.
"I really wish you would have asked first," Mike says to him, his eyes looking hurt.
no, I've hurt him again, Tre thinks. The one I love and... His train of thought is cut off by Mike pushing his lips back against Tre's. The kiss grows deeper, both enjoying it more than the other. A sound interrupts them, a door opening. Billie Joe walks in and the two turn to him, not able to hide their red faces, thankfull to be in the sitting position.
"Uh, Tre," Mike whispers to him as Billie looks them over, shrugs off the embarrased looks and goes to pour himself a drink. "That was too close. Never again... And I did it for you..."
Tre would come to think that line over MANY times in the next few weeks.~
the feeling. Mike's finger in his mouth, all going well. Joking, laughing, and then... the feeling. His eyes. His hair. His smell, his hands, his laughter...
"The onnly person I know his make naked and cheese look good together."
Tre snaps his head over. He's shocked to see mike standing in the doorway to his bedroom. He pulls himself into the sitting position, lowering the nachos to hide a certain male feature, more noticable since the thought of Mike in his mouth...
Mike crosses and sits next to Tre. He looks into Tre's eyes, and Tre gets the feeling again.
~ "Get the fuck away from me!" Tre yells as he stumbles back, pushing mike's arms away. He falls on the couch and burries his head in his hands. Mike bends over, rubbing the back of his head.
"It's okay, Tre..." Mike says, pulling a bit of wood out and grimmacing.
It's been a long day. Tre's been drinking since their show ended, A looooong time ago. He sees it all happening again... Mike steps on the amp, Tre slams a little too zealously on on his cymbal, The broken stick goes flyig=ng... Mike falling into the audience.
"No, It's NOT OKAY!" he yells, sobering up a little. He's not talking about the injury... He's talking about the kiss. THEIR kiss...~
As his stomach makes a vicious lurch. "Ah, man!... Mike's pizza... VEGAN pizza... tofu pizza..." He crosses the street, ducking into a small shop. Jackets sit on racks around the shop, and in a display case... Lo and behold, a shiny new shirt, signed by all three members of Green Day.
"Hey man," he calls to metro behind the counter.
"Can I help you?" His eyes have that -oh-so-much-more-important-than-you glaze over them.
"Can I use your bathroom?"
"Uh, paying customers only, sir." He sneered on the last word, a nasty little smirk on his face.
"Oh, well then," Tre sneers back at him, "I guess I'll just look around then." He walks over to the first rack of too-expensive pleather jackets. The Metro turns back around. Tre notices a matching jacket and hat ensemble, as the metro does so out of the corner of his eye. Snatching up the combo he sneaks over to the $80.00 pants section. He holds the hat up to his mouth, the pizza finally getting the better of him, and
~Its a little after the show, and mike is laying on his back, a towel and icepack on his head. "Yowch, Tre, take it easy next time if you decide stab me with a drumstick."
Tre's eyes are beginning to water. Ho one is around to notice but mike. He's tried so HARD not to hurt him... relationship advice, intervening in fights... And now he's the cause. "Mike, I'm soo sorry... I-I... It was an accident..."
"I should hope so. I mean, for God's sake, OW." He's actually laughing, And Tre starts actually crying. "Uhm, Tre... are... Are you okay?" He pulls the back of Tre's knees so he lands on the couch nest to him.
"Ah, I'm Fine..." He looks away for a second, then turns back. "No, that was a lie. I'm not fine."~
He vomits into the hat. Glancing back up to check on the metro-snob, he grins to himself and divides his new mess between the pockets and the hat.
[[I SWEAR TO GOD, I don't consiencly think this stuff up, I just know it happens, so I write it!]]
He sneaks back and replaces the hat and jacket. Just as He goes to walk out the door, he calls cheerfully to the metro-snob "Hey, never mind man... Just a little tofu, never agreed with me!
-----later, Tre's apartment-----
Tre pops open the door to the microwave. "Mmm mmm, nachos, non-tofu nachos, meaty, greasy nachos! NON VEGAN NACHOS!" He grabs them out of the microwave and heads to his bedroom. Once he gets there he lays back and settles the nachos on his stomach.
"AH, HOT!" he cries out. He's laying in his boxers, and the plates still a little hot. He eases it down and flips on the stereo. He's forgotten he left in the Network, trying to go back over the drums. Roshambo is up, and he lays his head back, shoving some nachos in his mouth and remembering
~ Tre looks guiltily at Mike. "Mike, I'm sorry for this but..." He already has a few drinks down, so he knows he can blame it on the alcohol if it goes badly... He leans in and places his lips on Mike's. Mike pulls back and pushes Tre. He sits up and looks shocked at Him. Tre looks down and blushes.
"I really wish you would have asked first," Mike says to him, his eyes looking hurt.
no, I've hurt him again, Tre thinks. The one I love and... His train of thought is cut off by Mike pushing his lips back against Tre's. The kiss grows deeper, both enjoying it more than the other. A sound interrupts them, a door opening. Billie Joe walks in and the two turn to him, not able to hide their red faces, thankfull to be in the sitting position.
"Uh, Tre," Mike whispers to him as Billie looks them over, shrugs off the embarrased looks and goes to pour himself a drink. "That was too close. Never again... And I did it for you..."
Tre would come to think that line over MANY times in the next few weeks.~
the feeling. Mike's finger in his mouth, all going well. Joking, laughing, and then... the feeling. His eyes. His hair. His smell, his hands, his laughter...
"The onnly person I know his make naked and cheese look good together."
Tre snaps his head over. He's shocked to see mike standing in the doorway to his bedroom. He pulls himself into the sitting position, lowering the nachos to hide a certain male feature, more noticable since the thought of Mike in his mouth...
Mike crosses and sits next to Tre. He looks into Tre's eyes, and Tre gets the feeling again.
