Breaking up The Band, chapter 4
-Tre's POV-
"Hey, you know that pink-haired girl?" Billie asked that night after the concert, while we were all sitting on the couch in the hotel room and watching mindless television.
"Lia?" Mike asked, looking at Billie.
"Mhm." He said, waving a white paper around in the air.
"What's that?" I said through a mouthful of popcorn." Toilet paper?"
"No, it's a napkin, moron." Mike said, slapping me in the head.
"OW!" I said, throwing a handful of popcorn at Mike.
"No, but really, what is it?" Mike asked.
"It's her phone number." Billie answered.
"Ohhhhh. But Billie, we're only staying in town for a few more days." I said.
"I was kinda hoping to get her to come on tour with us." He said.
Mike and I both raised an eyebrow." No. I'm not letting any icky girls on this tourbus.. Eww. Especially since SHE has rabies." I said, dumping the rest of the popcorn into my mouth.
"Agreed.. Not with the rabies thing though. Why are you letting a girl come along anyways.. You don't like her, do you?" Mike piped up, staring at Billie.
"Whatever. I'm gonna let her come along anyways." Billie said.
"WHY?" I groaned, kicking the coffee table. Bad move. "YEOOOW!" I cried jumping up and hopping from place to place, clutching my foot.
Billie Joe laughed at me." First the toilet, now this..."
"Ha. Just don't take off your shoes, Tre, they'll give us all a migaine or make us pass out.." Mike said, tossing a rotten old shoe of mine at the back of my head.
I narrowed my eyes at Mike. The shoe narrowly missed"You're going down, shoe-boy. SHOE FIGHT!" I yelled, looking for the nearest shoe.. The green converse on Billie's left foot." Ha-ha," I muttered, unlacing it while Billie wasn't looking it and throwing it at Mike in the face.
"God, Billie, you need to clean your shoes more often." Mike said, gesturing towards the green converse hi-top that was stuck to his face with gum.
"What are you, my mother?" Billie asked, busily unlacing his other shoe and throwing it towards me.
"Oof." I said. I was knocked over by- Billie's right shoe?" What do you keep in there, a ton of lead or something?" I asked, getting back on my feet and slipping off both of my shoes, which luckily were too big for me.
"Poor Tre."Mike joked, looking at me with fake pity.
"I SHALL CONQUER!" I yelled. Woohoo, that coffee was finally kicking in." I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASSES!" I screamed, throwing a shoe at Mike, who was luckily preoccupied with getting Billie's left shoe off his face, which had probably taken a liking to him and didn't want to go.
"Hey, we're running outta shoes." Billie Joe said, looking down at his socks.
"Not unless all our shoes stick to Mike." I said, gesturing to Mike, who had ducked when I threw one of my shoes at him and was now on the carpet floor, desperately trying to unstick the shoe from his face.
"Mmmph." was Mike's reply. The heel of the shoe was right on top of his face now, probably because of the struggle.
"Ha ha. Before you were saying that I was poor, but now you're the poor one." I cried.
"I'm going to bed." Billie Joe said, yawning and plopping down on one of the hotel beds.
"Hey, you know that pink-haired girl?" Billie asked that night after the concert, while we were all sitting on the couch in the hotel room and watching mindless television.
"Lia?" Mike asked, looking at Billie.
"Mhm." He said, waving a white paper around in the air.
"What's that?" I said through a mouthful of popcorn." Toilet paper?"
"No, it's a napkin, moron." Mike said, slapping me in the head.
"OW!" I said, throwing a handful of popcorn at Mike.
"No, but really, what is it?" Mike asked.
"It's her phone number." Billie answered.
"Ohhhhh. But Billie, we're only staying in town for a few more days." I said.
"I was kinda hoping to get her to come on tour with us." He said.
Mike and I both raised an eyebrow." No. I'm not letting any icky girls on this tourbus.. Eww. Especially since SHE has rabies." I said, dumping the rest of the popcorn into my mouth.
"Agreed.. Not with the rabies thing though. Why are you letting a girl come along anyways.. You don't like her, do you?" Mike piped up, staring at Billie.
"Whatever. I'm gonna let her come along anyways." Billie said.
"WHY?" I groaned, kicking the coffee table. Bad move. "YEOOOW!" I cried jumping up and hopping from place to place, clutching my foot.
Billie Joe laughed at me." First the toilet, now this..."
"Ha. Just don't take off your shoes, Tre, they'll give us all a migaine or make us pass out.." Mike said, tossing a rotten old shoe of mine at the back of my head.
I narrowed my eyes at Mike. The shoe narrowly missed"You're going down, shoe-boy. SHOE FIGHT!" I yelled, looking for the nearest shoe.. The green converse on Billie's left foot." Ha-ha," I muttered, unlacing it while Billie wasn't looking it and throwing it at Mike in the face.
"God, Billie, you need to clean your shoes more often." Mike said, gesturing towards the green converse hi-top that was stuck to his face with gum.
"What are you, my mother?" Billie asked, busily unlacing his other shoe and throwing it towards me.
"Oof." I said. I was knocked over by- Billie's right shoe?" What do you keep in there, a ton of lead or something?" I asked, getting back on my feet and slipping off both of my shoes, which luckily were too big for me.
"Poor Tre."Mike joked, looking at me with fake pity.
"I SHALL CONQUER!" I yelled. Woohoo, that coffee was finally kicking in." I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASSES!" I screamed, throwing a shoe at Mike, who was luckily preoccupied with getting Billie's left shoe off his face, which had probably taken a liking to him and didn't want to go.
"Hey, we're running outta shoes." Billie Joe said, looking down at his socks.
"Not unless all our shoes stick to Mike." I said, gesturing to Mike, who had ducked when I threw one of my shoes at him and was now on the carpet floor, desperately trying to unstick the shoe from his face.
"Mmmph." was Mike's reply. The heel of the shoe was right on top of his face now, probably because of the struggle.
"Ha ha. Before you were saying that I was poor, but now you're the poor one." I cried.
"I'm going to bed." Billie Joe said, yawning and plopping down on one of the hotel beds.
