Warning, chapter 1
"Yammi, yammi.. And then you.. Melt," Tré said in a weird voice and looked at his ice cream. "Maybe you should stop buying ice cream. I think it makes you kind off.. Sick." I said. He looked at me. "Stop being such an ass, Mike." he said, looking back at his ice cream. "What if you had a life like me, hah?" he told the ice cream. I rolled my eyes. I knew where it was gonna end..
"What did you learned today?" Billie asked me later that day. "To never go shopping with Tré again. He bough like.. Six ice creams." I replied. "You really say so?" he asked me, writing it down in his notebook. "Well.. Yeah. He saw a kitten and he wanted it home." Billie rolled his eyes. "Tré is retarted. I think he need to change a bit." "Change in what way?" "You have to help me here, Mike." Billie replied. "I mean.. Tré start to look like.. A retarded guy. You know, retarted. Like.. Mental sick." "Tell me bout it," I said. "He was talking to a fucking ice cream." "Aah?" Billie said, looking weird at me. "Maybe you're right Bill. But what can change him?" Billie shook his head. "I don't know. But I think I got an idea.." "What kind off idea?" "Well.. Tré isn't just retarted.. He's mean to." "What kind off mean?" "Well.. He's slapping people when he's angry.. And he get's angry about everything." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I told him he couldn't take that kitten home.. I never think, that I in my whole life, have seen someone so pissed. He was like, red in his face and everything." "Okey, if it goes on like this.. We'll have to do something terrible," Billie said, biting his lip. "Terrible? Billie, what's on your mind?" I asked, I was cureiouss now. "We'll have to kill Tré." he replied.
The very next day we had a band practise. We had to practise for our 2005 American Idiot tour. "Hii guuuuyyyyysss!" Tré said happily and gave me a hug. Billie looked at him as if he was a monster or something. I was still shocked about what Billie told me yesterday, so I tried to act normal. It didn't seem to work very much, cause Tré asked me if I'd seen a ghost or something. I looked at Billie. He had a pink rose in his hand's. He smiled. He gave the rose to me and blinked. Tré looked weird at us. "Tré.." I started nervously. "Whaaat? Are you gonna replace me, and.. And give me a rose like.. Like a kind off.. Good bye?" he asked me, looking angry and sad at the same time. "Uh.. No." I said and smiled. "I'd like to.. Or we'd like to give you this rose because we like you so much." I said and smiled. Tré took the rose out of my hands and looked at it. He smiled. "Thank you guys, that's cute." "Tré can you help me over here?" Jason said in the practise room. "Sure," Tré replied and left me and Billie alone. "What was the point in that rose?" I asked Billie. He smiled. "Well, cause if someone's giving you a rose.. Wouldn't you tell people where you got it from?" "Yeah.. If they asked me." I said. "When people ask Tré, what do you think he'll answer?" "Well.. Us." "That's right. And when a person dies, probably.. Hmm.. Murdered.. Who would you first think of?" "I don't know," I replied. "Exactly. You would atleast not think of the guy's who gave him the rose." "No-o... " I replied nervously. "The next colour's red.." Billie said as he went to the practise room.
"What did you learned today?" Billie asked me later that day. "To never go shopping with Tré again. He bough like.. Six ice creams." I replied. "You really say so?" he asked me, writing it down in his notebook. "Well.. Yeah. He saw a kitten and he wanted it home." Billie rolled his eyes. "Tré is retarted. I think he need to change a bit." "Change in what way?" "You have to help me here, Mike." Billie replied. "I mean.. Tré start to look like.. A retarded guy. You know, retarted. Like.. Mental sick." "Tell me bout it," I said. "He was talking to a fucking ice cream." "Aah?" Billie said, looking weird at me. "Maybe you're right Bill. But what can change him?" Billie shook his head. "I don't know. But I think I got an idea.." "What kind off idea?" "Well.. Tré isn't just retarted.. He's mean to." "What kind off mean?" "Well.. He's slapping people when he's angry.. And he get's angry about everything." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I told him he couldn't take that kitten home.. I never think, that I in my whole life, have seen someone so pissed. He was like, red in his face and everything." "Okey, if it goes on like this.. We'll have to do something terrible," Billie said, biting his lip. "Terrible? Billie, what's on your mind?" I asked, I was cureiouss now. "We'll have to kill Tré." he replied.
The very next day we had a band practise. We had to practise for our 2005 American Idiot tour. "Hii guuuuyyyyysss!" Tré said happily and gave me a hug. Billie looked at him as if he was a monster or something. I was still shocked about what Billie told me yesterday, so I tried to act normal. It didn't seem to work very much, cause Tré asked me if I'd seen a ghost or something. I looked at Billie. He had a pink rose in his hand's. He smiled. He gave the rose to me and blinked. Tré looked weird at us. "Tré.." I started nervously. "Whaaat? Are you gonna replace me, and.. And give me a rose like.. Like a kind off.. Good bye?" he asked me, looking angry and sad at the same time. "Uh.. No." I said and smiled. "I'd like to.. Or we'd like to give you this rose because we like you so much." I said and smiled. Tré took the rose out of my hands and looked at it. He smiled. "Thank you guys, that's cute." "Tré can you help me over here?" Jason said in the practise room. "Sure," Tré replied and left me and Billie alone. "What was the point in that rose?" I asked Billie. He smiled. "Well, cause if someone's giving you a rose.. Wouldn't you tell people where you got it from?" "Yeah.. If they asked me." I said. "When people ask Tré, what do you think he'll answer?" "Well.. Us." "That's right. And when a person dies, probably.. Hmm.. Murdered.. Who would you first think of?" "I don't know," I replied. "Exactly. You would atleast not think of the guy's who gave him the rose." "No-o... " I replied nervously. "The next colour's red.." Billie said as he went to the practise room.
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