The Boys Next Door, chapter 12
"Yo, wassup my home dawg?!" Mike said as he walked through Tre's front door and into his house.
"Nothin much, my gangsta!" Tre replied. They did their little "gangsta hug" and laughed.
"Ok man, what's the big problem? If it's about the butterfly thing, I did NOT tell Billie about your sparkly red net!" Tre explained. Mike was about to begin his sentence, but stopped at Tre's words actually processed through his mind.
"You what?!"
"Uh oh..."
"TRE! Ok, its bad enough he knows about my purple net, now he knows about my sparkly red one?! God..." Mike said, annoyed.
"Sowwy," Tre mumbled. They both walked into Tre's room and sat down on the ground.
"Okay, what I was going to say was that there's something wrong with Billie Joe."
"...That's not much of a shock there..." Tre said.
"What?" Mike asked confusingly, "You already know?"
"No duh...we all know that Billie has an addiction to porno magazines and hides them under his bed! Jeez, where've you been?" Tre replied as he rolled his eyes. Shocked, Mike answered,
"Porno magazines?" He paused. "Sweet..."
"I know!" Tre said.
"Seriously, there's a problem, other than that."
"And that is...?"
"That's the problem. I don't exactly know."
"Well that helps," Tre sarcastically said.
"I have a feeling it's something to do with Madison..."
"You mean that chick who was watching us play?"
"Yeah, her... Hmm... I dunno they won't tell me anything about last night..."
"Last night? Oh, did they get kinky when I left?" Tre asked.
"No you sicko. My God, is that all you think about?"
"Yes," Tre said with a smile.
"You're really freaky, man," Mike pointed out. As soon as he finished his sentence, the phone started ringing.
"I'LL GET IT!!!!!!!!!" Tre screamed.
"Holy shit, no need to scream. There's no one here besides us," Mike said.
"Shut up, the ponies are here," Tre said, his eyes shifting from side to side. "And the aliens."
"Just go answer the phone, you ass."
"Fine... Be that way!" Tre said, stomping out of the room. He picked up the cordless phone and walked back. He then answered the phone.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeello?"
"Hi Tre!" said the voice on the other end.
"OH MY GOD!" Tre screamed, "IT'S THE ALIENS! MIKE, THEY'RE COMING TO GET US! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mike looked at Tre, and then shook his head.
"Idiot..." Tre began screaming like a girl, as Mike got up and took the phone out of his hands.
"Hello?"
"Hi...what happened to Tre?" asked the voice.
"Uh...he's just being a dick right now...who's this?" Mike asked.
"I'm Stephanie," she replied. Mike covered the end of the phone with his hand.
"Tre, it's your girlfriend!" Tre stopped screaming and looked at Mike. Mike uncovered the phone and continued talking.
"Well hi Stephanie, I'm Mike, Tre's awesome, talented, funny, cool, gangsta-"
"NO HE'S NOT!" Tre yelled into another phone.
"Haha, Hi Tre," Steph said.
"Oh, I see you're done changing your tighty-whities, Tre!" Mike said, trying to hold his laughter in.
"Why yes I am, Mike. But they aren't tighty-whities. They're tighty-pinkies," Tre corrected. Stephanie started laughing as Mike tried to think of a come back.
"Ok, you got me there. But watch out Mr. Cool, I'll get you back..because I know where your sparkly yellow butterfly net is!" Mike said as he hung up the phone.
"Butterfly net?" Stephanie asked. "What the hell?"
"Uh, don't listen to Mike, he's a penis," Tre replied.
"Okay then...well I was just calling to say hi. So hi."
"That's it?" Tre asked. "You don't want to talk to me?!" He pretended to cry. Laughing, she told him,
"I do want to talk to you, but I'm not allowed on the phone for too long."
"Excuses, excuses..." Tre said. "Well, if you can't talk on the phone, why don't you just come up here with me and Mike?"
"You guys wouldn't mind?"
"Nope, not at all."
"Well, I don't wanna interrupt any of your guys' penis talks..." Stephanie said.
"Penis talks? That's SOOOOOOOO last year," Tre said in his best teenie voice.
"Haha, alright I'll be up there in a sec," Steph said.
"Ok! Byeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Bye!" As Tre hung up the phone, he walked into his room.
"She's coming over, isn't she?" Mike asked.
"And how do you know?"
"Well, the smile on your face is as big as your ass, so it's pretty obvious."
"Hey man, don't be dissin the ass!" Tre said, rubbing his butt protectively. Just then, knocks were heard from the basement door.
"She's heeeeeeeeeeeeeere," Mike said in a sing-song type voice.
"Shut up, man," Tre said, smacking Mike's arm.
"Wow, Tre Cool telling [i]me[i] to shut up...is he? No. He can't! But he is! He's mature!" Mike joked.
"Hahaha, that is so funny," Tre said sarcastically.
"Yeah I know eh?" Mike said laughing. Tre stuck out his tongue then opened the door.
"Hi guys!" Stephanie said, walking in. "And you must be Mike, Tre's awesome, talented, funny, cool, gangsta friend?"
"Yes I am," Mike said, shaking Stephanie's hand.
"No he's not," Tre muttered.
"Yes I am, and you know it!" Mike teased.
An hour went by, when Stephanie decided to get up and go to the bathroom. As soon as she left the room, her cell phone started ringing.
"Uh, what do we do?" Mike asked.
"Answer it!" Tre said.
"I can't just answer-" Mike tried saying, but Tre grabbed the phone and put it up to Mike's ear.
"Uh...hello?" He said into the phone.
"Uh...hi...who's this?" asked the voice from the other end.
"This is Mike. Who's this?"
"This is Hilary. Uh, why do you have Stephanie's phone?" she asked.
"Oh, well Stephanie is here at Tre's house, and she went to the bathroom and Tre made me answer her phone," Mike explained.
"I see...wait, did you say Tre?" Hilary asked.
"Uh yeah..."
"OOH! He's the guy Steph keeps talking about...I'm assuming you're his friend."
"Yupp. And I'm assuming you're Steph's friend."
"Yupp. Is she back yet?"
"Nope...not yet...wait...oh no wonder, her and Tre just started a drum lesson," Mike told her.
"Oh, so I doubt I'm gonna be able to talk to her then," Hilary said disappointed.
"Well, I have nothing to do. You can talk to me."
"Sure, why not." Mike and Hilary got into a good conversation as Tre and Stephanie finally came back from drumming.
"Who is he talking to?" Stephanie asked.
"Uh, your friend, Hilary," Tre told her. "Haha, Mikey's got a girlfriend!"
"Ha, funny how Hilary doesn't have a boyfriend," Stephanie pointed out.
"o0o0o0o0o0o..." Tre said.
"We should let them talk," Stephanie said.
"Yeah...then what should we do?"
"I dunno...drums again?"
"YAAAAAAA DRUMS!" Tre chanted, as he ran into the other room. Mike turned around and mouthed "Sorry" to Stephanie.
"It's okay, talk as much as you want." Mike mouthed a "thank you" as Stephanie walked out of the room.
--
"Shit..." Maddie said to herself. It was an hour since she talked to Billie Joe, but it felt as if it just happened. The conversation window was still up on her computer screen. She stared at the "Blocked" icon.
"I can't believe I did that. I'm such an idiot." Madison got up and grabbed her phone. She dialed Hilary's number, but the line was busy. Next, she called Stephanie, but her line was busy.
"Shit guys, the time when I really need to talk, you're both on the phone." Madison looked back at the computer. She felt so bad.
"God, he must hate me now. I've been such a loser to him," she said out loud. A few moments after, she saw an icon pop up on her screen.
You have 1 e-mail in your inbox
Maddie sat down on her chair and clicked the icon. Her hotmail inbox filled the screen.
"Oh no..." she muttered.
1 Message from: Billie Joe (BJA.Owns.You@hotmail.com)
She sat there, very confused. She was debating if she should open the e-mail or not.
"I think I've said enough today. I don't want to hurt him even more." Madison signed out of hotmail, and left the room. She needed to go for a walk, badly.
--
It's been eight minutes since he pressed the send button. Billie knew she wouldn't read the e-mail, but he really needed to tell her what was on his mind. He got up and grabbed his coat.
"Mom, I'm going out," Billie Joe said as he put his shoes on.
"Out where?"
"Just around..."
"Alright, don't stay out too late."
Billie walked outside. He didn't exactly know where he was going, but he felt as if he had to be out there. Walking down a couple of blocks, he saw an elementary school and decided to stop there. As he came closer to the play ground, Billie Joe noticed someone sitting on the swings. He walked closer then realized who it was.
Madison.
"Nothin much, my gangsta!" Tre replied. They did their little "gangsta hug" and laughed.
"Ok man, what's the big problem? If it's about the butterfly thing, I did NOT tell Billie about your sparkly red net!" Tre explained. Mike was about to begin his sentence, but stopped at Tre's words actually processed through his mind.
"You what?!"
"Uh oh..."
"TRE! Ok, its bad enough he knows about my purple net, now he knows about my sparkly red one?! God..." Mike said, annoyed.
"Sowwy," Tre mumbled. They both walked into Tre's room and sat down on the ground.
"Okay, what I was going to say was that there's something wrong with Billie Joe."
"...That's not much of a shock there..." Tre said.
"What?" Mike asked confusingly, "You already know?"
"No duh...we all know that Billie has an addiction to porno magazines and hides them under his bed! Jeez, where've you been?" Tre replied as he rolled his eyes. Shocked, Mike answered,
"Porno magazines?" He paused. "Sweet..."
"I know!" Tre said.
"Seriously, there's a problem, other than that."
"And that is...?"
"That's the problem. I don't exactly know."
"Well that helps," Tre sarcastically said.
"I have a feeling it's something to do with Madison..."
"You mean that chick who was watching us play?"
"Yeah, her... Hmm... I dunno they won't tell me anything about last night..."
"Last night? Oh, did they get kinky when I left?" Tre asked.
"No you sicko. My God, is that all you think about?"
"Yes," Tre said with a smile.
"You're really freaky, man," Mike pointed out. As soon as he finished his sentence, the phone started ringing.
"I'LL GET IT!!!!!!!!!" Tre screamed.
"Holy shit, no need to scream. There's no one here besides us," Mike said.
"Shut up, the ponies are here," Tre said, his eyes shifting from side to side. "And the aliens."
"Just go answer the phone, you ass."
"Fine... Be that way!" Tre said, stomping out of the room. He picked up the cordless phone and walked back. He then answered the phone.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeello?"
"Hi Tre!" said the voice on the other end.
"OH MY GOD!" Tre screamed, "IT'S THE ALIENS! MIKE, THEY'RE COMING TO GET US! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mike looked at Tre, and then shook his head.
"Idiot..." Tre began screaming like a girl, as Mike got up and took the phone out of his hands.
"Hello?"
"Hi...what happened to Tre?" asked the voice.
"Uh...he's just being a dick right now...who's this?" Mike asked.
"I'm Stephanie," she replied. Mike covered the end of the phone with his hand.
"Tre, it's your girlfriend!" Tre stopped screaming and looked at Mike. Mike uncovered the phone and continued talking.
"Well hi Stephanie, I'm Mike, Tre's awesome, talented, funny, cool, gangsta-"
"NO HE'S NOT!" Tre yelled into another phone.
"Haha, Hi Tre," Steph said.
"Oh, I see you're done changing your tighty-whities, Tre!" Mike said, trying to hold his laughter in.
"Why yes I am, Mike. But they aren't tighty-whities. They're tighty-pinkies," Tre corrected. Stephanie started laughing as Mike tried to think of a come back.
"Ok, you got me there. But watch out Mr. Cool, I'll get you back..because I know where your sparkly yellow butterfly net is!" Mike said as he hung up the phone.
"Butterfly net?" Stephanie asked. "What the hell?"
"Uh, don't listen to Mike, he's a penis," Tre replied.
"Okay then...well I was just calling to say hi. So hi."
"That's it?" Tre asked. "You don't want to talk to me?!" He pretended to cry. Laughing, she told him,
"I do want to talk to you, but I'm not allowed on the phone for too long."
"Excuses, excuses..." Tre said. "Well, if you can't talk on the phone, why don't you just come up here with me and Mike?"
"You guys wouldn't mind?"
"Nope, not at all."
"Well, I don't wanna interrupt any of your guys' penis talks..." Stephanie said.
"Penis talks? That's SOOOOOOOO last year," Tre said in his best teenie voice.
"Haha, alright I'll be up there in a sec," Steph said.
"Ok! Byeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Bye!" As Tre hung up the phone, he walked into his room.
"She's coming over, isn't she?" Mike asked.
"And how do you know?"
"Well, the smile on your face is as big as your ass, so it's pretty obvious."
"Hey man, don't be dissin the ass!" Tre said, rubbing his butt protectively. Just then, knocks were heard from the basement door.
"She's heeeeeeeeeeeeeere," Mike said in a sing-song type voice.
"Shut up, man," Tre said, smacking Mike's arm.
"Wow, Tre Cool telling [i]me[i] to shut up...is he? No. He can't! But he is! He's mature!" Mike joked.
"Hahaha, that is so funny," Tre said sarcastically.
"Yeah I know eh?" Mike said laughing. Tre stuck out his tongue then opened the door.
"Hi guys!" Stephanie said, walking in. "And you must be Mike, Tre's awesome, talented, funny, cool, gangsta friend?"
"Yes I am," Mike said, shaking Stephanie's hand.
"No he's not," Tre muttered.
"Yes I am, and you know it!" Mike teased.
An hour went by, when Stephanie decided to get up and go to the bathroom. As soon as she left the room, her cell phone started ringing.
"Uh, what do we do?" Mike asked.
"Answer it!" Tre said.
"I can't just answer-" Mike tried saying, but Tre grabbed the phone and put it up to Mike's ear.
"Uh...hello?" He said into the phone.
"Uh...hi...who's this?" asked the voice from the other end.
"This is Mike. Who's this?"
"This is Hilary. Uh, why do you have Stephanie's phone?" she asked.
"Oh, well Stephanie is here at Tre's house, and she went to the bathroom and Tre made me answer her phone," Mike explained.
"I see...wait, did you say Tre?" Hilary asked.
"Uh yeah..."
"OOH! He's the guy Steph keeps talking about...I'm assuming you're his friend."
"Yupp. And I'm assuming you're Steph's friend."
"Yupp. Is she back yet?"
"Nope...not yet...wait...oh no wonder, her and Tre just started a drum lesson," Mike told her.
"Oh, so I doubt I'm gonna be able to talk to her then," Hilary said disappointed.
"Well, I have nothing to do. You can talk to me."
"Sure, why not." Mike and Hilary got into a good conversation as Tre and Stephanie finally came back from drumming.
"Who is he talking to?" Stephanie asked.
"Uh, your friend, Hilary," Tre told her. "Haha, Mikey's got a girlfriend!"
"Ha, funny how Hilary doesn't have a boyfriend," Stephanie pointed out.
"o0o0o0o0o0o..." Tre said.
"We should let them talk," Stephanie said.
"Yeah...then what should we do?"
"I dunno...drums again?"
"YAAAAAAA DRUMS!" Tre chanted, as he ran into the other room. Mike turned around and mouthed "Sorry" to Stephanie.
"It's okay, talk as much as you want." Mike mouthed a "thank you" as Stephanie walked out of the room.
--
"Shit..." Maddie said to herself. It was an hour since she talked to Billie Joe, but it felt as if it just happened. The conversation window was still up on her computer screen. She stared at the "Blocked" icon.
"I can't believe I did that. I'm such an idiot." Madison got up and grabbed her phone. She dialed Hilary's number, but the line was busy. Next, she called Stephanie, but her line was busy.
"Shit guys, the time when I really need to talk, you're both on the phone." Madison looked back at the computer. She felt so bad.
"God, he must hate me now. I've been such a loser to him," she said out loud. A few moments after, she saw an icon pop up on her screen.
You have 1 e-mail in your inbox
Maddie sat down on her chair and clicked the icon. Her hotmail inbox filled the screen.
"Oh no..." she muttered.
1 Message from: Billie Joe (BJA.Owns.You@hotmail.com)
She sat there, very confused. She was debating if she should open the e-mail or not.
"I think I've said enough today. I don't want to hurt him even more." Madison signed out of hotmail, and left the room. She needed to go for a walk, badly.
--
It's been eight minutes since he pressed the send button. Billie knew she wouldn't read the e-mail, but he really needed to tell her what was on his mind. He got up and grabbed his coat.
"Mom, I'm going out," Billie Joe said as he put his shoes on.
"Out where?"
"Just around..."
"Alright, don't stay out too late."
Billie walked outside. He didn't exactly know where he was going, but he felt as if he had to be out there. Walking down a couple of blocks, he saw an elementary school and decided to stop there. As he came closer to the play ground, Billie Joe noticed someone sitting on the swings. He walked closer then realized who it was.
Madison.
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