A Different Kind of Love, chapter 12
* 3 months later *
Billie Joe sat, strumming his guitar. He could tell the band was half arsed. It was almost four o' clock, and Zach would come around soon enough. For the past three months, Zach had been running into the studio from bullies or just coming around when he felt scared. He'd never come around during the night. Billie Joe slept in the studio in case he ever did, but it had never happened. Billie was dedicated to Zach, and felt closer to him than anyone else in his life. Tre sighed.
"When the HELL is Zach coming? Mike is ugly to look at!" Mike punched Tre.
"BILLIE JOE! MIKE IS ABUSING ME!" yelled Tre. Billie glared at Tre.
"Sorry...where is Zach though?" asked Tre, looking out the window.
"I don't know. I'm sick of letting him go back to his father and coming here with new bruises everyday. I'm going to do something about it." Billie Joe strummed his guitar, thoughts darting from one string to the next.
"Like what? We've talked to Zach about that before, and he only gets upset. And I believe him. I love him too Billie Joe, but we have to understand what would happen if we told people." Mike said.
"I've been looking into it. We need to practically make his dad bash him in front of the cops, thats how useless they are." Billie Joe plucked his string hard and it hit the guitar, sending vibrations through it.
"I hope he's followed by those bullies again." Tre said, smiling.
"You're sick Tre! You fucking prick!" Mike gasped, shaking his head at Tre.
"What? NO! I mean, I like chasing them away, it's fun. They're so scared of me. Hahaha it's the most fun I've had in my life." Tre contemplated which way to scare the hell out of the bullies this time.
"I know you do Tre, Zach told me that kids at his school say he goes to visit the insane bird man everyday and helps him raise his eggs." Mike said, shaking his head at Tre.
"I knew they were scared by the bird impersonations! EXCELLENT!" yelled Tre, walking to the mirror and pulling bird faces.
Mike thought back over Zach's visits. He agreed with Billie Joe, something needed to be done about it.
"Oh...here he comes. Fucking shit head sixth graders..." Billie Joe stood up and walked to the front door. Zach knocked quickly on it from outside. Tre got there first.
"CAW!!!! CAAAAW!" Tre ripped open the door, with his now infamous yellow glove on his head.
"I'LL EAT YOUR CHILDREN! AWWWWW!!! CAWWW!!!" screeched Tre, extending his arms and running toward the sixth graders.
"OH MY GOD...HE'S REALLY REAL!" screamed one boy, and bolted off in the other direction. Tre cocked his head like a chicken at the remaining four boys, who stared in awe.
"Santa CLAWS is a prick!" screeched Tre, flapping his arms and strutting around the group of boys.
"RUN! RUN!" they screamed, and ran as fast as they could toward the street corner.
"DON'T FAW-GET I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!" yelled Tre, clucking like a chicken.
"For fuck's sake Tre. Inside now, before those old ladies beat you up again." Mike pulled Tre inside.
Billie Joe sat, strumming his guitar. He could tell the band was half arsed. It was almost four o' clock, and Zach would come around soon enough. For the past three months, Zach had been running into the studio from bullies or just coming around when he felt scared. He'd never come around during the night. Billie Joe slept in the studio in case he ever did, but it had never happened. Billie was dedicated to Zach, and felt closer to him than anyone else in his life. Tre sighed.
"When the HELL is Zach coming? Mike is ugly to look at!" Mike punched Tre.
"BILLIE JOE! MIKE IS ABUSING ME!" yelled Tre. Billie glared at Tre.
"Sorry...where is Zach though?" asked Tre, looking out the window.
"I don't know. I'm sick of letting him go back to his father and coming here with new bruises everyday. I'm going to do something about it." Billie Joe strummed his guitar, thoughts darting from one string to the next.
"Like what? We've talked to Zach about that before, and he only gets upset. And I believe him. I love him too Billie Joe, but we have to understand what would happen if we told people." Mike said.
"I've been looking into it. We need to practically make his dad bash him in front of the cops, thats how useless they are." Billie Joe plucked his string hard and it hit the guitar, sending vibrations through it.
"I hope he's followed by those bullies again." Tre said, smiling.
"You're sick Tre! You fucking prick!" Mike gasped, shaking his head at Tre.
"What? NO! I mean, I like chasing them away, it's fun. They're so scared of me. Hahaha it's the most fun I've had in my life." Tre contemplated which way to scare the hell out of the bullies this time.
"I know you do Tre, Zach told me that kids at his school say he goes to visit the insane bird man everyday and helps him raise his eggs." Mike said, shaking his head at Tre.
"I knew they were scared by the bird impersonations! EXCELLENT!" yelled Tre, walking to the mirror and pulling bird faces.
Mike thought back over Zach's visits. He agreed with Billie Joe, something needed to be done about it.
"Oh...here he comes. Fucking shit head sixth graders..." Billie Joe stood up and walked to the front door. Zach knocked quickly on it from outside. Tre got there first.
"CAW!!!! CAAAAW!" Tre ripped open the door, with his now infamous yellow glove on his head.
"I'LL EAT YOUR CHILDREN! AWWWWW!!! CAWWW!!!" screeched Tre, extending his arms and running toward the sixth graders.
"OH MY GOD...HE'S REALLY REAL!" screamed one boy, and bolted off in the other direction. Tre cocked his head like a chicken at the remaining four boys, who stared in awe.
"Santa CLAWS is a prick!" screeched Tre, flapping his arms and strutting around the group of boys.
"RUN! RUN!" they screamed, and ran as fast as they could toward the street corner.
"DON'T FAW-GET I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!" yelled Tre, clucking like a chicken.
"For fuck's sake Tre. Inside now, before those old ladies beat you up again." Mike pulled Tre inside.
