The Nameless Story Of A Bass And Tre Cool And Their Argument That Was Sort Of Weird, Which Isn't Very Nameless Anymore, chapter 1

There he was again, his tall, thin frame bent forwards over the instrument, shining the surface to make it look as good as could be. A small smile was curved on the lean man's face as he continued, a while later leaning back to observe his work. As he peered, he could see his own reflection in it; Thus, he knew he had done a good job. Adjusting his position, he held it in his hands, leaning the front on his knee, as he practised whatever song he could remember from memory; the first that would pop into his head.
Meanwhile, someone was observing the scenario from close by, sky blue eyes narrowed suspiciously, as the notes of the bass met his ears. Tre lent back against the wall, with a small sigh. He felt exactly as he had a month or so ago... Back when Mike's girlfriend-person was around... that... one he was gonna end up marrying. That one he was... engaged to. The one Tre could never remember the name of.
He remembered it quite well, that one night in... wherever the hell they were. Brittany and Mike were sitting together on the other side of the room, while Billie and Adrienne were talking a few feet away. Tre sat quite alone, feeling disgruntled as he sipped from his bottle of beer, before leaning back in his seat, glaring over at the girl that Mike was in a deep conversation with. Before he knew it, she had turned to him, and he instantly stopped glowering, attempting to act as innocent as he could. The girl turned back to Mike for a moment, saying something, before she climbed to her feet and sauntered over to Tre.
'Hello' she said, with a venomous tone. Hm, no doubt she had noticed the glare then... Oops. Ah well, Tre preferred it that way, anyhow. 'Mind passing a beer for Mike and I?'
He was silent for a moment, his eyes narrowing. 'Here's one for /Mike/' he said, passing her one, carelessly, 'I'm sure you can go get your own, then.'
Unwilling to get into some verbal war with the man, she stomped off back to Mike to make up some story about how she only got one beer for him. Hm... they had broken up a couple of days later, so Tre wasn't the only lonely one anymore. Yay! Though, he didn't really have to be lonely if he didn't want to... There was just something that made him stay that way.
The same feeling that he had gotten toward Brittany- the feeling like he wanted to... erm... kick her- was within him again as he glared at Mike's bass. Oh, how stupid! You may say. But, Tre was very jealous of the bass in question, actually. It was stealing all of his attention, and Mike really seemed to be in love with the damn thing. Heck, he had licked it in a performance. Something that could make even Mr. Cool feel sick, when he thought about the one who did that- Very awkward. He was being ditched for a god damned BASS for heavens sake!
Tre sniffed, before opening his eyes to see the one, the only Billie standing in front of him, a frown creasing his features.
'Tre... why are you glaring at Mike?' he asked, 'Did you get into a fight while I was away, or somethin'? A... really bad fight? Because, it's pretty pathetic to stand just around the corner and glare at someone, Tre...'
'I'm not glaring at MIKE' Tre replied, also frowning, 'I'm glaring at his BASS.'
'So, you're fighting with his bass?'
'I- Um.. Yes. I am in a big fight with Mike's bass. Ahem.'
'Er... That's very... nice Tre' Billie commented, raising an eyebrow, 'How exactly did this fight start?'
'The bass bloody insulted me!' Tre said, with a dramatic sniff.
Billie rolled his eyes. 'Tre- Bass' can't talk...'
'THIS one can' Tre defended himself, 'Mike's bass can talk! But it's very insulting. I wouldn't if I were you. I learnt that one the hard way.'
Billie Joe shook his head. 'Tre... stop trying to hide it. I never thought you'd actually go to having a fight with a bass just because of Mike.'
'Well, just- I mean... What the hell are you talking about?'
'...It's so obvious I'm not even going to comment.'
'Can you say instead of comment then?'
'No.'
'PLEASE?'
'No, damn it!'
'Come onnn. I don't get things as fast as you- I just admitted I'm dumb, you'd better tell me or I'll-'
Mike suddenly appeared out of nowhere. 'What's going on?' he questioned, and Tre's gaze lowered to the bass still grasped in his hands. His eyes narrowed as he glared at it.
'Tre... why are you glaring at my stomach?'
'I'm not glaring at your stomach! I'm glaring at your BASS.'
'What did my bass do?'
'They're in a fight' Billie cut in, knowingly.
'It insulted me' Tre added.
'Bass' can't talk, Tre...'
'YOURS CAN.'
Mike shook his head. 'I'm pretty sure my bass can't talk...' he mumbled.
'Well it DID!' Tre insisted, frowning, 'It told me I was short and fat!'
'Just... don't listen to what it says, then?' Mike suggested, shrugging, 'It sounds like it's a lying bass- though, you are a little short... but, whatever.'
'Nuh uh... You're just too tall!'
Next mission: Get taller... Tre began to ponder the thought in his mind immediately. Now, now.. how was he going to do that... How? He could... stretch himself! Nah, that'd hurt. He could water himself like a flower! Nah, that was weird... Gah, he didn't know what the hell he was going to do. He added another glare in the bass' vague direction, and began to walk away.
'My God, talking bass'? What's up with him, Billie?'
'Dunno... good imagination, perhaps? Or maybe some psycho problem that needs attention. Should we take him to therapy tomorrow, or something?'
'Let's just... wait and hope it gets better. I'd prefer not to be seen going to one of those... therapy places' Mike said, with a shrug, 'We'll be seen, and everyone'll thing Green Day's gone crazy...'
'What a riot.' Billie Joe shuddered.