The Boys Next Door, chapter 6
As a few days passed, it was Mike's turn to make Billie Joe and Tre his slaves to help him set up his stuff in his new house. Sitting on the grass, Mike watched the moving truck pull into his driveway. He remembered when his mom made him go to his neighbor's house the day before to meet them. He thought they were pretty cool, especially that girl.... whatever her name was. She was the same age, she liked the same things, and she was next door. They talked for a while, but neither of them were interested in each other. They were just neighbors.
"Billie, get up!" Mike said, kicking his friend on the stomach, "Out off all days, you had to pick today to get drunk off of Mountain Dew, huh?"
"Yupp, " Billie muttered before passing out. Mike gave up on trying to get Billie up and looked around his front yard. He had a feeling something was missing...
"Oh shit, where's Tre??" Mike suddenly said.
"Mmhmm mmph," Billie mumbled.
"Thanks, Billie, that helped a lot."
"Mmmhmm whatever mmph," Billie mumbled again.
Mike walked away from his drunk friend and thought, I still don't understand how he can get drunk off of Mountain Dew... Come on!! Mountain Dew?!? Thank God he doesn't drink beer. He looked around his yard, in the truck, and on the street. No sign on Tre. Where the hell is he? Mike asked himself. Then he looked and saw that his back gate was open. Oh great, what is Mr. Cool up to now? Mike walked towards the gate, quietly opened it, and walked in. Sneaking behind a bush, Mike watched.
"HEHEHE!!" Tre exclaimed, "Awww!! It flew away!"
What the fuck is he doing?!?! Mike asked himself, trying not to laugh.
"Ohhhh there's another one!!" Tre said, running toward the winged creature.
"Tre, what are you doing?" Mike asked, finally coming out from behind the bush.
"Uhh, nothing!" Tre said, hiding the pink, butterfly net behind his back.
"Are you sure?" Mike asked. Knowing Tre, he had to be up to something.
"Yeeees, Mom," Tre said sarcastically. Hurry up, Mike!! The butterfly is gonna get away!!
"Tre?"
"Yes?"
"If you're not doing anything explain to me why you have a pink, butterfly net behind your back."
Damn!! He saw it!! Oh well... "Okay screw you, IT'S GONNA GET AWAY!!" Tre yelled as he ran towards the tree. He jumped up to get the orangey, black butterfly that sat on a leaf, but he missed the butterfly and smacked his head on the branch. "OWWEEE!!" Tre cried as he fell to the ground.
"Hahaha, you idiot," Mike laughed.
"Great... Now my head AND my bum bum hurts," Tre pouted, "AWWWW!! AND BOB GOT AWAY!!"
"Bob?" Mike asked.
"What? Can't I name it?? But it's too late... It got away... I wanted to catch it so I could give it to Steph- er... I mean... Uh... I wanted to catch it so I could eat it for dinner!!" Tre said, trying to cover his little secret.
"Awww, you wanted to give it to your girlfriend??" Mike said.
"NOOOOO!! I WANTED TO EAT IT FOR DINNER!!" Tre yelled.
"Ya sure... But if you ever want to catch a butterfly for your girlfriend...." Mike said, walking towards the gate.
"Okay, okay, I was gonna give it to Stephanie...Wait... You can help me?!?!" Tre asked excitedly.
"Well...." Mike began.
"Well what!?!?!"
"Well...." Mike repeated.
"WELL WHAT!!?!??!" Tre asked again, jumping up and down like a two year old who wanted a lollipop.
"Well... first of all, your grip on the net is TOTALLY wrong," Mike said as he took the net out of Tre's hand. He showed him the proper way to hold it.
"Like this?" Tre asked, holding the net out in the air. Mike nodded. "Now what?"
"Now, you have to wait for the butterfly to come to you because if you chase after it, you might have another accident. And I don't think the tree likes you anymore," Mike explained.
"Well I'm not too fond of it either," Tre said, sticking his tongue out at the tree. "Hey look! It's Bob!!" Tre started to run, but Mike grabbed his shirt.
"Remember what I said. Wait for it."
"Okay, okay... Ruin the fun..." Tre said. He sat on the grass and waited. To Mike's surprise, he sat there for five minutes without moving an inch. The butterfly landed on Tre's blue converse shoe. Tre looked at it, then at Mike. He picked up the net and......
"HAHAHA!! I CAUGHT YOU, BOB!! IN YOUR FACE!!" Tre exclaimed as he jumped up and down.
"Okay, now it's my turn," Mike said.
"Nooooooooo!! I don't want Mike germs on my beautiful Bob catching net!!" Tre said, holding the net protectively.
"Fine then! I'll get my own net," Mike said while he ran into his house. A few minutes later, Mike came running towards Tre with a purple butterfly net.
"Mine's better," He said.
"No! Mine is," Tre fought back.
"No, mine is!"
"No, mine!"
"MINE!"
"MINE!!!"
Soon, the "no, mine" fight became a huge screaming contest. When it was over, they decided that the only way they could find out who's net was better was to see who could catch the most butterflies... or in Tre's case, the most Bob's.
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Billie Joe finally got up from the ground. Oww. My ass hurts. As he looked out at the street, he couldn't get over how much he missed home, but what are you supposed to so when you find out one of your band mates and best friend is moving to another country? Move with them. The Armstrong, Pritchard, and Cool... or er... Wright family all agreed to the move, but somewhere deep down, Billie never wanted to leave. But what's a thirteen year old boy to do? Run away?
"Where did Mike and Tre go?" Billie asked himself. He looked around, but neither one of his friends were in site, "Oh well."
Billie stared out into the street once again. He didn't know what was so fascinating about the street that made him stare at it. All he could think of was that maybe 'something interesting' would come down that street and change his mind about the whole moving away from California thing. Breaking his thoughts was the sound of a car turning onto the street Billie was staring at. His 'something interesting' had come.
"Billie, get up!" Mike said, kicking his friend on the stomach, "Out off all days, you had to pick today to get drunk off of Mountain Dew, huh?"
"Yupp, " Billie muttered before passing out. Mike gave up on trying to get Billie up and looked around his front yard. He had a feeling something was missing...
"Oh shit, where's Tre??" Mike suddenly said.
"Mmhmm mmph," Billie mumbled.
"Thanks, Billie, that helped a lot."
"Mmmhmm whatever mmph," Billie mumbled again.
Mike walked away from his drunk friend and thought, I still don't understand how he can get drunk off of Mountain Dew... Come on!! Mountain Dew?!? Thank God he doesn't drink beer. He looked around his yard, in the truck, and on the street. No sign on Tre. Where the hell is he? Mike asked himself. Then he looked and saw that his back gate was open. Oh great, what is Mr. Cool up to now? Mike walked towards the gate, quietly opened it, and walked in. Sneaking behind a bush, Mike watched.
"HEHEHE!!" Tre exclaimed, "Awww!! It flew away!"
What the fuck is he doing?!?! Mike asked himself, trying not to laugh.
"Ohhhh there's another one!!" Tre said, running toward the winged creature.
"Tre, what are you doing?" Mike asked, finally coming out from behind the bush.
"Uhh, nothing!" Tre said, hiding the pink, butterfly net behind his back.
"Are you sure?" Mike asked. Knowing Tre, he had to be up to something.
"Yeeees, Mom," Tre said sarcastically. Hurry up, Mike!! The butterfly is gonna get away!!
"Tre?"
"Yes?"
"If you're not doing anything explain to me why you have a pink, butterfly net behind your back."
Damn!! He saw it!! Oh well... "Okay screw you, IT'S GONNA GET AWAY!!" Tre yelled as he ran towards the tree. He jumped up to get the orangey, black butterfly that sat on a leaf, but he missed the butterfly and smacked his head on the branch. "OWWEEE!!" Tre cried as he fell to the ground.
"Hahaha, you idiot," Mike laughed.
"Great... Now my head AND my bum bum hurts," Tre pouted, "AWWWW!! AND BOB GOT AWAY!!"
"Bob?" Mike asked.
"What? Can't I name it?? But it's too late... It got away... I wanted to catch it so I could give it to Steph- er... I mean... Uh... I wanted to catch it so I could eat it for dinner!!" Tre said, trying to cover his little secret.
"Awww, you wanted to give it to your girlfriend??" Mike said.
"NOOOOO!! I WANTED TO EAT IT FOR DINNER!!" Tre yelled.
"Ya sure... But if you ever want to catch a butterfly for your girlfriend...." Mike said, walking towards the gate.
"Okay, okay, I was gonna give it to Stephanie...Wait... You can help me?!?!" Tre asked excitedly.
"Well...." Mike began.
"Well what!?!?!"
"Well...." Mike repeated.
"WELL WHAT!!?!??!" Tre asked again, jumping up and down like a two year old who wanted a lollipop.
"Well... first of all, your grip on the net is TOTALLY wrong," Mike said as he took the net out of Tre's hand. He showed him the proper way to hold it.
"Like this?" Tre asked, holding the net out in the air. Mike nodded. "Now what?"
"Now, you have to wait for the butterfly to come to you because if you chase after it, you might have another accident. And I don't think the tree likes you anymore," Mike explained.
"Well I'm not too fond of it either," Tre said, sticking his tongue out at the tree. "Hey look! It's Bob!!" Tre started to run, but Mike grabbed his shirt.
"Remember what I said. Wait for it."
"Okay, okay... Ruin the fun..." Tre said. He sat on the grass and waited. To Mike's surprise, he sat there for five minutes without moving an inch. The butterfly landed on Tre's blue converse shoe. Tre looked at it, then at Mike. He picked up the net and......
"HAHAHA!! I CAUGHT YOU, BOB!! IN YOUR FACE!!" Tre exclaimed as he jumped up and down.
"Okay, now it's my turn," Mike said.
"Nooooooooo!! I don't want Mike germs on my beautiful Bob catching net!!" Tre said, holding the net protectively.
"Fine then! I'll get my own net," Mike said while he ran into his house. A few minutes later, Mike came running towards Tre with a purple butterfly net.
"Mine's better," He said.
"No! Mine is," Tre fought back.
"No, mine is!"
"No, mine!"
"MINE!"
"MINE!!!"
Soon, the "no, mine" fight became a huge screaming contest. When it was over, they decided that the only way they could find out who's net was better was to see who could catch the most butterflies... or in Tre's case, the most Bob's.
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Billie Joe finally got up from the ground. Oww. My ass hurts. As he looked out at the street, he couldn't get over how much he missed home, but what are you supposed to so when you find out one of your band mates and best friend is moving to another country? Move with them. The Armstrong, Pritchard, and Cool... or er... Wright family all agreed to the move, but somewhere deep down, Billie never wanted to leave. But what's a thirteen year old boy to do? Run away?
"Where did Mike and Tre go?" Billie asked himself. He looked around, but neither one of his friends were in site, "Oh well."
Billie stared out into the street once again. He didn't know what was so fascinating about the street that made him stare at it. All he could think of was that maybe 'something interesting' would come down that street and change his mind about the whole moving away from California thing. Breaking his thoughts was the sound of a car turning onto the street Billie was staring at. His 'something interesting' had come.
