When I Come Around [sequel to 1,000 Hours], chapter 2
"Fuck, fuck,fuckedy fuck," I said to myself when I woke up the next morning. I was dead tired. I found my cell phone and dialled Tom's number. "Hello?" his dark voice said. "Hi boss. I'll never make it for work today. I'm ill," I said, pretending. "Ok, but you've got a big job to do tomorrow." he said in his special I-am-warning-you voice. "I know, I know," I said.
"Bye Mr.Pritchard. I'll see you tomorrow at work." "G'bye," I said. He hang up. "Finally," I said, falling to sleep again.
I woke up at 11:00 in the morning. I got up and brushed my teeth and all that boring stuff. I decided to go shopping, it still got me in better mood. I turned on the TV while eating some food I'd made by myself. I didn't knew why everyone complained at my food, it wasn't actually that bad. They played "Brain Dead Scumbag" on MTV, one of Green Day's new video's from their new album. I watched Josh. "He's never going to play drums.. For real," I said to myself. I threw the rest of my food, I wasn't hungry anymore. The thought of that.. Josh guy in my place made me sick.. For real.
I was already in better mood when I went outside. I tried to find the bus stop since Johnny had stolen my car some days ago. "Where the fuck is the bus stop?" I asked myself, trying to look for it. A guy passed me. "Hey, hey, hey.. Can you tell me where the bus stop is?" I said. It was Harry. "Good morning Tré. I thought you were ill." he said. What the fuck?! He called me Tré. "Ugh.. Who the hell is Tré?" I said. It was hard for me to lie about it. Harry smiled. "Sorry. Frank." "Oh.. That's okey," I said, smiling nervously. "So you aren't ill?" he asked me. "Nah.. Not really. But I'll kill you if you tells Tom." "Ok, I think I'll keep my mouth shut." he said, rolling his eyes. "You better." I replied. "Anyway.. There's your bus." "Oh.." I said. I started to run for the bus. Harry came in after me. "Uh.. Where are you going Harry?" I asked him. He smiled. "Back to work." "Ah.. I thought you were done." I said, sitting down. Harry sat beside me. "11:10 in the morning? Never." he replied, smiling. "Then what the hell are you doing up here?" I said. "Sneaking around." he said, trying to be scary. I rolled my eyes. "Harry, you can't be scary." I said. He started talking about something, but I didn't follow. What was he really doing up here? Why did he call me Tré earlier? Did he know my secret? How? "We're here now." Harry said, cutting me off thinking. I smiled at him and went out of the bus. Harry came after. "Are you following me?" I said as a joke. Harry's smile disappeared from his face. "Who wouldn't?" he said. "What do you mean? Come on Harry, it was a joke." I replied, rolling my eyes. "You'll pay for what you did." "What?" I said. "For leaving Green Day." he said. "Leaving.. Leaving Green Day?!" I said, trying to sound confused. "I know who you are. I mean, who the fuck would've taken 'Frank Billie Pritchard' as a name?" "I didn't choose it. My mom did." "And who's your mom?" It became a pause. "Who's your mom?" he repeated. "Uh.. Melody.. Pritchard!" I said. "And your dad?" "Uh.. Harry, this is stupid and you know it." "No I don't." "Who do you think I am? Harry, I know you're a massive Green Day fan and all that stuff, but.." "Why did you leave Green Day Tré?" "Okey, first of all.. How do you know I'm Tré?" "So you're admitting it?" "No.. I mean like.. How can you say it?" "From the first time I saw you at Tom's office I knew it. And why would you come only two days after Tré Cool had ran away?" "I don't know Harry. I couldn't know he was gone then and then and then.." I said. I did not like the conversation. "I'm gonna take you back t Mike and Billie." I gasped. "No you're not!" I said. I admit, I was a little bit scared at that moment. He smiled. "Okey Frank, have it your way." he said and left.
What was he thinking of? I decided to start the shopping to get it of my mind. How the fuck could Harry know who I really was?
"Bye Mr.Pritchard. I'll see you tomorrow at work." "G'bye," I said. He hang up. "Finally," I said, falling to sleep again.
I woke up at 11:00 in the morning. I got up and brushed my teeth and all that boring stuff. I decided to go shopping, it still got me in better mood. I turned on the TV while eating some food I'd made by myself. I didn't knew why everyone complained at my food, it wasn't actually that bad. They played "Brain Dead Scumbag" on MTV, one of Green Day's new video's from their new album. I watched Josh. "He's never going to play drums.. For real," I said to myself. I threw the rest of my food, I wasn't hungry anymore. The thought of that.. Josh guy in my place made me sick.. For real.
I was already in better mood when I went outside. I tried to find the bus stop since Johnny had stolen my car some days ago. "Where the fuck is the bus stop?" I asked myself, trying to look for it. A guy passed me. "Hey, hey, hey.. Can you tell me where the bus stop is?" I said. It was Harry. "Good morning Tré. I thought you were ill." he said. What the fuck?! He called me Tré. "Ugh.. Who the hell is Tré?" I said. It was hard for me to lie about it. Harry smiled. "Sorry. Frank." "Oh.. That's okey," I said, smiling nervously. "So you aren't ill?" he asked me. "Nah.. Not really. But I'll kill you if you tells Tom." "Ok, I think I'll keep my mouth shut." he said, rolling his eyes. "You better." I replied. "Anyway.. There's your bus." "Oh.." I said. I started to run for the bus. Harry came in after me. "Uh.. Where are you going Harry?" I asked him. He smiled. "Back to work." "Ah.. I thought you were done." I said, sitting down. Harry sat beside me. "11:10 in the morning? Never." he replied, smiling. "Then what the hell are you doing up here?" I said. "Sneaking around." he said, trying to be scary. I rolled my eyes. "Harry, you can't be scary." I said. He started talking about something, but I didn't follow. What was he really doing up here? Why did he call me Tré earlier? Did he know my secret? How? "We're here now." Harry said, cutting me off thinking. I smiled at him and went out of the bus. Harry came after. "Are you following me?" I said as a joke. Harry's smile disappeared from his face. "Who wouldn't?" he said. "What do you mean? Come on Harry, it was a joke." I replied, rolling my eyes. "You'll pay for what you did." "What?" I said. "For leaving Green Day." he said. "Leaving.. Leaving Green Day?!" I said, trying to sound confused. "I know who you are. I mean, who the fuck would've taken 'Frank Billie Pritchard' as a name?" "I didn't choose it. My mom did." "And who's your mom?" It became a pause. "Who's your mom?" he repeated. "Uh.. Melody.. Pritchard!" I said. "And your dad?" "Uh.. Harry, this is stupid and you know it." "No I don't." "Who do you think I am? Harry, I know you're a massive Green Day fan and all that stuff, but.." "Why did you leave Green Day Tré?" "Okey, first of all.. How do you know I'm Tré?" "So you're admitting it?" "No.. I mean like.. How can you say it?" "From the first time I saw you at Tom's office I knew it. And why would you come only two days after Tré Cool had ran away?" "I don't know Harry. I couldn't know he was gone then and then and then.." I said. I did not like the conversation. "I'm gonna take you back t Mike and Billie." I gasped. "No you're not!" I said. I admit, I was a little bit scared at that moment. He smiled. "Okey Frank, have it your way." he said and left.
What was he thinking of? I decided to start the shopping to get it of my mind. How the fuck could Harry know who I really was?
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