I can play the shit out o' drums, chapter 2
"Really?" I said, feeling skeptical.
"Just for the hell of it," I heard Mike say, "Me and Billie chipped in some cash and got you a plane ticket to come see us!"
I was shocked. I haven't heard from them in months and then they call out from out of the blue with a plane ticket to come see them.
"Let the girlish screams begin," joked Billie.
Over the next half hour, me, Billie, and Mike discussed all the arrangements. I still couldn't believe that they've done this. I was going to be hanging out with my two best friends in the world in one week. But I still had that dream nagging at me. Shaking my head, I blew it off. In one week, I was going to be having the best time of my life... I hoped.
*One Week Later*
No matter how many times I ride a plane, I will always thought it might crash. Any form of turbulence, my hands would clutch the armrests and I would unwillingly start hyperventilating. Most of the plane ride I had my eyes closed, and humming AC/DC's "TNT." If it was anything other than a plane ride, I would have tried to freak out the other passengers.
Finally, and thankfully, the plane landed. Getting out of the terminal, I instantly seen Billie and Mike. Both of them looked so different since the last time I seen them. Mike seemed skinnier and Billie had, yet again, dyed his hair. This time, it was blonde.
Mike and Billie were holding one of those signs with the person's name on it. Unfortunately for me, the wrote "Frank Wright The Third" in big colorful letters on a big piece of poster board. Oh, crap.
"YOO HOO!! FRANK!!" Billie was yelling.
"OVER HERE FRANK!!!" said Mike, joining in on the whole Frank calling-ness.
"WE MISSED YOU FRANK!!" they both said.
I must have been as bright as a cheery, because they were laughing and pointing at me. Or they could have been just meanies.
"Well, well, well. It looks like Frankie found food." Mike joked, poking at my stomach.
"Yeah, it looks like you forgot about it!" I commented back.
"Touche`."
"Our little Frankie is turning into a chunky monkey." Billie added.
I tried to act pissed off, but could you be pissed off at your two best friends that you haven't seen in a while?
"Uh huh. Nice hair Billie Joe."
"I know, I thought so too." Billie replied, ignoring my sarcasm.
Walking out of the airport, I remembered all the crazy things we did.
"So, Tre` how was the plane ride?" Mike said, moving back into his serious mode.
"What, now you're calling me Tre` again?''
"Shutty. So, how was the plane ride?''
"Ummmmm..."
"That bad, huh?" Billie answered smugly.
This was going to be a long holiday.
"Just for the hell of it," I heard Mike say, "Me and Billie chipped in some cash and got you a plane ticket to come see us!"
I was shocked. I haven't heard from them in months and then they call out from out of the blue with a plane ticket to come see them.
"Let the girlish screams begin," joked Billie.
Over the next half hour, me, Billie, and Mike discussed all the arrangements. I still couldn't believe that they've done this. I was going to be hanging out with my two best friends in the world in one week. But I still had that dream nagging at me. Shaking my head, I blew it off. In one week, I was going to be having the best time of my life... I hoped.
*One Week Later*
No matter how many times I ride a plane, I will always thought it might crash. Any form of turbulence, my hands would clutch the armrests and I would unwillingly start hyperventilating. Most of the plane ride I had my eyes closed, and humming AC/DC's "TNT." If it was anything other than a plane ride, I would have tried to freak out the other passengers.
Finally, and thankfully, the plane landed. Getting out of the terminal, I instantly seen Billie and Mike. Both of them looked so different since the last time I seen them. Mike seemed skinnier and Billie had, yet again, dyed his hair. This time, it was blonde.
Mike and Billie were holding one of those signs with the person's name on it. Unfortunately for me, the wrote "Frank Wright The Third" in big colorful letters on a big piece of poster board. Oh, crap.
"YOO HOO!! FRANK!!" Billie was yelling.
"OVER HERE FRANK!!!" said Mike, joining in on the whole Frank calling-ness.
"WE MISSED YOU FRANK!!" they both said.
I must have been as bright as a cheery, because they were laughing and pointing at me. Or they could have been just meanies.
"Well, well, well. It looks like Frankie found food." Mike joked, poking at my stomach.
"Yeah, it looks like you forgot about it!" I commented back.
"Touche`."
"Our little Frankie is turning into a chunky monkey." Billie added.
I tried to act pissed off, but could you be pissed off at your two best friends that you haven't seen in a while?
"Uh huh. Nice hair Billie Joe."
"I know, I thought so too." Billie replied, ignoring my sarcasm.
Walking out of the airport, I remembered all the crazy things we did.
"So, Tre` how was the plane ride?" Mike said, moving back into his serious mode.
"What, now you're calling me Tre` again?''
"Shutty. So, how was the plane ride?''
"Ummmmm..."
"That bad, huh?" Billie answered smugly.
This was going to be a long holiday.
