Tré's Magical Adventure, chapter 2
Tré got back to the hotel clutching his bag of clothes. 'What do you have there?' asked Billie Joe curiously. 'I bought some new clothes' cried Tré, 'Want to see?'. Tré ran to the bathroom. He stuffed his head into one of the tops and slipped on his pants. The pants were a little tight but that's how everyone was wearing them these days. 'I mean look at Billie Joe' thought Tré, laughing silently to himself. Tré jumped out of the bathroom, almost splitting his pants. 'What to you think' asked Tré seeing Billie's surprised face. It wasn't the reaction he was hoping for. 'Well...um... . You do know that those are girls clothes don't you Tré?' The smile dropped from Tré's face.
'What do you mean Billie?' shouted Tré. 'You're so mean, I hate you! I'm telling Mike.' Tré ran from the room, tears streaming down his face. He dashed into Mike's room and fell into his outstretched arms. 'Oh Tré it's you,' exclaimed Mike, returning the hug. 'Billie was being mean to me' whimpered Tré through tears. Their hug ended and they stepped away from each other. Tré gazed deeply into Mike's bright blue eyes. 'do you want to talk about it over a drink?' said Mike waking Tré from his trance. Tré agreed and they began walking together down to the hotel bar.
When they got there they place was packed. They found an empty corner near the back of the bar and order a few pints of the famous Irish Guinness. The night wore on and they had made there way through at least ten pints each. They were singing heartily till the early hours of the morning g at which point the bartender kicked them out.
Tré woke the next morning with a pounding headache. He rolled over on his side and rubbed against someone else's arm. 'What did I do last night? What ever it was I must have had fun' whispered Tré quietly to himself. The person beside stirred. 'Hey baby!' whispered Tré. The person turned over. 'HOLY FUCK!' exclaimed Tré. 'Mike what the fuck are you doing in my bed?' questioned Tré. 'Tré this is my bed and why the fuck are you in it?' replied Mike calmly.
Tré rolled over on his back staring up at the ceiling. 'Shit what have I done now?' asked Tré rhetorically. Mike slide out from under the covers and quickly jumped back under. 'What?' asked Tré looking curiously at Mike. 'Well ... ..um... I am, well you see... .Well I'm butt naked,' cried Mike flopping his back on the pillow. 'Oh' said Tré returning his gaze back to the ceiling. They both lay there for a couple of minutes. They didn't say anything, just lay there awkwardly, starring at the roof.
Mike got up again and quickly wrapped one of the sheets around his bare ass. 'I think that maybe I should go, ' he mumbled nervously. 'Yeah right, see ya around?' queried Tré. 'Ya sure, I'll leave you to it,' muttered Mike. He lingered in the middle of the room for a few seconds, with his sheet wrapped awkwardly around his waist. Then he stumbled over to his suitcase and grabbed a few things and ambled into the bathroom. When he emerged from the toilet he was fully dressed. Then he left Tré alone and headed down to breakfast.
'What do you mean Billie?' shouted Tré. 'You're so mean, I hate you! I'm telling Mike.' Tré ran from the room, tears streaming down his face. He dashed into Mike's room and fell into his outstretched arms. 'Oh Tré it's you,' exclaimed Mike, returning the hug. 'Billie was being mean to me' whimpered Tré through tears. Their hug ended and they stepped away from each other. Tré gazed deeply into Mike's bright blue eyes. 'do you want to talk about it over a drink?' said Mike waking Tré from his trance. Tré agreed and they began walking together down to the hotel bar.
When they got there they place was packed. They found an empty corner near the back of the bar and order a few pints of the famous Irish Guinness. The night wore on and they had made there way through at least ten pints each. They were singing heartily till the early hours of the morning g at which point the bartender kicked them out.
Tré woke the next morning with a pounding headache. He rolled over on his side and rubbed against someone else's arm. 'What did I do last night? What ever it was I must have had fun' whispered Tré quietly to himself. The person beside stirred. 'Hey baby!' whispered Tré. The person turned over. 'HOLY FUCK!' exclaimed Tré. 'Mike what the fuck are you doing in my bed?' questioned Tré. 'Tré this is my bed and why the fuck are you in it?' replied Mike calmly.
Tré rolled over on his back staring up at the ceiling. 'Shit what have I done now?' asked Tré rhetorically. Mike slide out from under the covers and quickly jumped back under. 'What?' asked Tré looking curiously at Mike. 'Well ... ..um... I am, well you see... .Well I'm butt naked,' cried Mike flopping his back on the pillow. 'Oh' said Tré returning his gaze back to the ceiling. They both lay there for a couple of minutes. They didn't say anything, just lay there awkwardly, starring at the roof.
Mike got up again and quickly wrapped one of the sheets around his bare ass. 'I think that maybe I should go, ' he mumbled nervously. 'Yeah right, see ya around?' queried Tré. 'Ya sure, I'll leave you to it,' muttered Mike. He lingered in the middle of the room for a few seconds, with his sheet wrapped awkwardly around his waist. Then he stumbled over to his suitcase and grabbed a few things and ambled into the bathroom. When he emerged from the toilet he was fully dressed. Then he left Tré alone and headed down to breakfast.
