The One I Want, chapter 3
Two weeks later, Tré could be found driving to the studio, for the third time this week. He drove past the outskirts of Oakland, and into the city. Today it was pretty, dark, mucky, and not to mention rainy day. Raining pretty hard. It was like the rain was making dents on the rooftop of your car, and the wind didn't help either.
He got out of the car after parking, and walked into the studio. The building was quite big, with two studios in it. It was painted light brown, and had pictures of various artists albums on the walls. Nothing special it was the same as other studios. When Tré walked in, he saw everyone from All Regrets and Green Day sitting at an old, dark brown coffee table. He was pretty surprised that he saw the other band sitting there. Just as he was about to speak Billie spoke.
"And he finally arrives. Geez we have been waiting forever." Billie said.
"Yeah really Tré." Mike said.
"Actually we just got here, Billie." Giselle spoke. Kevin laughed at Billie Joe and Mike muttered a 'damnit'.
"DAMNIT! Giselle, we WERE trying to make him feel bad."
"Yeah by blaming it on someone innocent."
"Hey! Tré does that ALL the time." Billie retorted.
"You do have a point there." Giselle said. Tré pouted, while Mike pulled up his hood of his hoodie even more up.
"Ahh Mike, you haven't dyed your hair yet?" Tré teased.
"Shut up. Brittany said I should do it 'professionally' and the person was all booked, for 3 months." Tré laughed, and Mike continued. "So I just said fuck it and decided I'd dye my hair when some actual dye comes in at the stupid store." Mike continued, "I still can't fuckin believe they ran out of hair dye, cause I WAS going to do it tonight."
"Do you think Brittany will allow it?" Billie teased.
Mike got serious. "Well.. Seriously fuck that. I'll dye my hair no matter what, cause I'd rather have even purple hair than pink."
"Do you have something against pink? Cuz, you know that we could buy you tons of pink stuff." Mandy said, grinning.
"Oooh, not a bad idea." Tré added, while grinning. Mike just groaned.
At last all of them went into the studios. Green Day in "Studio A" and All Regrets in "Studio B". Both bands walked into the studio and started recording for their new albums. After All Regrets recorded 3 songs that they put together recently, they all sat down on one of the couches.
"I was thinking.. Why don't we go out for dinner?" Mandy suggested.
"Sure, why not? I'm staved." Kevin said.
"Kevin, you're always hungry." Sidney said, and then added, "Why don't we invite-
"Mike! Billie!-
"Tré!!" Billie Joe said while copying Tré in the same whiny, voice.
"Can I put a song on the album? And sing it?"
"Suurre. As long as it's not about kinky sex or something like that."
"Awhh, why not?" Mike and Billie Joe laughed. "I wasn't planning on that though"
"What were you planning on?" Tré shrugged.
"I don't know, I haven't written anything yet. I was just wondering if I could." Billie rolled his eyes.
"Dude you don't have to ask. Remember?"
"Oh yeahh. Heh.. Anyways why don't we take a break or something?" Billie Joe and Mike agreed with Tré. They were just about to leave when Mandy walked in and asked if they wanted to go to dinner. Their answer was a simple 'Yes', and they headed out in different cars to a local diner in Oakland.
Giselle went with the Green Day guys in Billie's BMW.
"So why did you decide to come with us? Do you have love for us?" Mike joked.
"No. I'm not to fond of you guys at all." Giselle said. Noting sarcasm.
"You know.. That really hurt, me mentally." Billie joked.
"And you also know if I was in the front, Billie, I would have punched you right now." Billie stuck his jaw out stubbornly, and pouted.
"So why did you come with us anyway?" Giselle sighed.
"Kevin and Mandy. They would have been singing.. well I'm not going to tell you cuz you'll start.. And yeah."
"Yeah.. we would start singing if we knew." Billie said.
"Yup. MHM. We would. Yup MHM. YUP MMHMM. YESH WE WOULD. YE-"
"Mike. I think we get the point." Tré said while sighing, and looking out the window. Giselle gave Mike a concerned look, while Mike just shrugged.
Giselle put her hand in Tré's to see if she would get any reaction. Tré just turned to her and smiled, not his cheery happy, smile, but one with no meaning in it. Not that it meant any hate towards Giselle; it was just his thoughts were somewhere else.
Soon, they were at the local diner. Billie parked the car, and everyone practically ran into the restaurant because of the rain. But before they sat down Giselle went to talk to Tré.
"Are you okay?" Giselle asked Tré. He nodded, while looking at the ground. "Okay.." They walked to the table that Billie and Mike were at, while they quarreled about when the rest of "All Regrets" would be here.
"No! Mike, 5 minutes! Dugh, I mean they aren't here now so why would you say they are here now"
"Billie, sorry to break it to you, but you've lost the bet. . They are right there sucker." Billie turned to see everyone coming in.
"Well.. blah." Billie said in defense.
"C'mon give me the 5 bucks." Billie shook his head.
"Nah you're not worth the money." Billie replied, smirking.
"Oh c'mon Billie. 5 dollars. You swore." Mike glared at him, while putting his hand out, like a hobo begging for money.
"Nugh uh. I swore that, if I HENCE THE I. Won then you would have to pay me. I didn't say anything about-"
"Heyy guys." Mandy said as she sat down next to Giselle who sat opposite Mike and Billie.
"99 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL! 99 BOTTLES OF BEER!" Kevin sang as he sat beside Billie at the table. Giselle muttered a 'damnit' under her breath, while Billie smirked.
"Where did Sidney go?" Giselle asked Mandy.
"She went home. I guess she was tired or something.. There goes recording after." Mandy said.
"Oh well. We can partay. WEWOO." Kevin said.
"Besides we weren't planning on going back and start recording anyway." Mike added.
"Woo hoo... Party!" Tré said, trying to look happy for everyone. Of course, Mike, Billie and Giselle could tell he wasn't. Not because of the car ride but because they just knew when he was acting about something he usually always is.
"So.. Tré, could I share food or whatever with you..? I'm not that hungry anyway." Giselle said, as she looked at Tré. He shrugged.
"Suurre." Soon a waitress came and they ordered their drinks and meals and what not. Tré wasn't talking much so Giselle decided to just talk to him. They walked outside under the rain, which was quite retarded of them considering it was pouring.
"Tré.. Seriously.. Whats wrong..?" Giselle asked him, getting more wet by the second.
"Nothing." He said while biting his lip. Giselle looked at him rather pathetically.
"Tré, I'm not that fuckin stupid. Something is wrong!" Giselle said to Tré as she looked up at him.
"Nothings wrong!" He snapped.
"Tré, there IS something fuckin wrong! I may be fuckin stupid, but I know!"
"THERE IS NOTHING FUCKIN WRONG, GISELLE!" He instantly regretted snapping at her and bit his lip, not bothering to say the slightest thing to her. Giselle walked away in the misty, pouring rain. Tré, who was now soaking wet, was now running after Giselle trying hard not to loose sight of her through the fog.
"Giselle! Come ba-" Tré's calls were interrupted by a loud 'fuck', which sounded the least like Giselle, and a sound of someone falling on the pavement. Tré followed the sound, but when he had gotten to where he thought the sounds were coming from, but the person that was there was already gone. Tré sighed, stuck his hands in his pocket of his soaked pants, and started walking. To where? He didn't quite know yet. He was just hoping that if he walked around he could find Giselle.
He walked along the streets of Oakland for at least a half an hour, and now he had no idea where he was. Since he was so drenched already, he decided to stop a bit at Starbucks, just to get warmed up with a coffee.
He walked in, and to his surprise, no one recognized him. Tré got his coffee and sat down at one of the tables. He sat there, sipping his coffee, while looking around to see if Giselle was in here.
Obviously, she isn't in here. Of course I wanted to check to see if she was here, but where would Giselle go? The thing she mentioned most about her earlier life was.. Gilman Street! Yes! But that's in Berkeley.. Walking all that way in the rain? Oh well. Wait a bus! Now.. if only I could get in there. Everyone would recognize me.. Maybe a hat? Nah.. That would never work.. I'll find some way.. Some how.. Well I might as well start going now..
Tré got up out of his seat, which was now drenched from his clothing, and went outside, back into the rain. He walked to the nearest bus stop and sat down at one of the benches. He sighed and watched the rain fall onto the cracked pavement.
Pay attention to the crack streets and the broken homes..
He sat there waiting for the bus to arrive.. Thinking about various songs. Why? Who knows. Finally the bus arrived, but before he could get onto it he heard a familiar voice, calling his name. He turned around and saw there with her head up kicking the rocks on the street. Tré got off the steps of the bus, and walked towards her.
They stood there in the pouring rain, for what seem like an eternity, but only a few minutes. Finally Giselle said something. "It was all my fault.. I shouldn't have walked off like-" Tré cut Giselle off.
"Don't think it's your fault. I was pretty fucking stupid to act like that-"
"But-"
"No buts."
"Why-" Tré cupped Giselle's face with his hands and kissed her. Not like the one earlier on today, one that was more passionate, affectionate, loving. Giselle put her hands through his hair, as the rain continued to pour harder down on them. Giselle broke away.
"So what is wrong..?"
"I don't want to talk about it.." Tré said.
"You sure?" Giselle said, "Cause I'm here if you want to."
"Maybe later."
"Mmkay." Giselle continued, "Have you ever realized.. we never did tell the guys.. and Mandy where we went."
"You broke away just to tell me all that?!? You know the kiss was getting quite hawwtt." Giselle rolled her eyes.
"They might have thought we have gotten killed you know.."
"Awwh.. they actually care." Giselle rolled her eyes again.
"Now can you phone them..? And maybe we can get going..?"
"Oooh I like that idea. Well the get going one.." Tré said as he wiggled his eyebrows. Giselle laughed, and walked over to the pay phone, and phoned Billie's cell phone. "Let me talk." Tré said. Giselle nodded and passed him the phone. This is what the message Tré left on his phone.
" YES! HIS VOICE MAIL! Wait is it recording..? Oh it is.. HEY!! IT'S TRE! REMEMBER ME..? Of course you do. You should anyway. Well I'd just like to say that I'm alive. Incase you thought I was dead.. If you didn't I'd kick your ass. Anyways.. we are.. Uhh.. Somewhere in Oakland.. Yesh.. And I don't want you to get a hold of me. Nor Giselle. I think. Anyways you can't HAHAHA! No way.. you aren't. Cuz I'm cool like that and I don't have my cell phone with me. I'm hanging up now cause I'm on a pay phone and it's making some annoying beeping noise.. Plus.. I'm talking to YOUR damn answering machine. Hence the your. See my luck? I have to talk to your answering machine... You know I just rolled my eyes. Well cya."
Tré hung up and walked towards Giselle. "So.. What do you want to do now?"
She shrugged. "I dunno. Might as well go to my place?" Tré's eye lit up.
"OR.. you could come to my place. Frankito and Claudia are there though.. I just have to pick up Frankito, and then we could have dinner at my place. I CAN cook you know." Giselle looked at Tré.
"Are you sure you can cook well?" Giselle asked.
Tré rolled his eyes. "I can cook, pretty good."
"Okay..I'll have to trust you on that one." Giselle joked. "Anyways sounds good." Then after Tré and Giselle finished their "intimate" conversation, they started walking to Tré's house.
"Wait.. Tré what about your car?"
"Oh. My car. I forgot about that, seriously." Giselle looked at Tré, funny.
"How the fuck can you forget about your car?" He shrugged.
"I don't know, but something tells me we are going to have to walk there, back to that old studio.." Tré paused. "Oh no. I'm not doing any more walking. Seriously.. I swear I've walked at least 52987 miles."
"It's good. Maybe you could loose some weight." Giselle joked. Tré looked at her, stunned.
"NO. I CAN'T loose weight! My sexy ass won't be sexy anymore."
"You know, Tré.. I'm not going to get involved in this conversation anymore." Giselle joked. "If you're always going to talk about your ass."
Tré frowned. "But it just comes into the conversation.. It's not my fault that we can't resist talking about it-"
"YOU can't resist about talking about it." Tré chuckled.
"Right. ME.. Wait.. NO! You too!"
"Well.. whatever. Lets find a bus, so you can sit your 'sexy ass' down."
"Now that's more like it." Tré said, while he grinned. They eventually found a bus, and headed towards the studio to pick up Tré's car.
"This is really uncomfortable." Giselle whispered to Tré on the bus. "Everyone is staring at us.." Tré turned to Giselle.
"Want me to make them stop staring..? or for maybe what I do, it could make them stare more.."
"Umm.. Tré I think I'll pass on that one.. It could be anything for all I know."
Tré chuckled. "Good, cause I don't know if I really wanted to do it.." Giselle laughed. Then finally they were at their stop, which was just beside the studio.
Tré and Giselle hopped into the car. "Okay. Lets go pick up Frankie." Tré said as he started up the car ignition. Tré drove to Billie's house, and when he got there he got out and got Frankito.
"You know, Tré.. Your son is a handful when he plays with Jakob.." Adrienne said.
Tré chuckled. "He tries."
"Daddy!" Frankito said, and he ran into his Dad's arms.
"Hey big guy." Tré looked up at Adrienne. "Well I better get going before Billie sees I'm here, cause last I talked to him was on his cell phone."
Adrienne laughed. "I heard the message. I think your right, you better go."
"Kay, Frankie-"
"Thankoo." Adrienne laughed at Tré son. "See oo!"
"Bye Frankito, bye Tré." Tré walked out of the door with Frankito in his arms, and practically ran to the car.
"Hi Giswell!" Giselle smiled as she looked into the backseat of the car.
"Hey Frankito. How was playing with Jakob?"
"I was soo fun! But Jakob dis not as fun as Dad." Frankito said, while Tré just enter the car. Giselle smiled. Frankito went on and on about the party, he and Jakob had together, and how they watched tons of movies, ate lots of popcorn, and played video games.
"What was your favourite part, Frankie?" Tré asked, as he drove.
"Can it be ti whole thing?!" Frankito said, stretching his arms out wide.
"Yup."
"Unwle Mike's hair, tis was funny."
"WERE HERE!" Tré shouted when he parked the car in the driveway. Giselle got out. Frankito and Tré were racing to the front door, and Frankito won.
"I won!" Frankito said, triumphantly. "I beat you, Dad!"
"Yeah buddy! Your getting REAL fast now!" Tré unlocked the door and went inside. "Hey I'm home." Tré shouted to Claudia, as him, Frankito and Giselle walked through the door.
"Hey Tré.." Claudia said, while she came to the entrance.
"That's Giselle." Tré said, taking off his shoes and tossing them in a corner.
"Hi, nice to meet you." Claudia greeted to Giselle. Giselle smiled.
"Nice to meet you, too."
"I'm making dinner, Claudia!" Tré shouted from the kitchen. Claudia suddenly went wide eyed.
"Umm.. Tré? Remember the LAST time you cooked?"
"I can cook better now! I swear!"
"He told me he could cook before, and now I'm not so sure.." Giselle said, Claudia laughed.
"The last time he cooked, he put in dishwashing stuff instead of baking soda.. Good thing I smelt it, otherwise I would have got food poisoning."
"HEY! I meant well! Besides they were right beside each other on the table for some weird reason. Frankito did hand me it though!"
"Oh yeah, blame it on you son." Claudia said. Suddenly, Frankito came thumping down the stairs and into the kitchen. Claudia laughed, "Our son has a lot of.. energy. Lets just blame it on Tré." Giselle laughed. "Well, anways I just need to go upstairs and finish some laundry. Make yourself at home." Giselle nodded and went into the Living Room.
"What's for dinner..?" The four year old asked his Father, while jumping up and down.
"Hey, Frankito I'll pay you a dollar if you take the dog out into the backyard." Giselle laughed when she heard this from the Living Room.
"A dollar?!?" Tré nodded, then Frankito looked outside and pointed. "Daddy! It's POURING out there!"
"How about two dollars?" Frankito nodded. He pulled open the sliding door, took the dog, named Mliky, and stood at the sliding door waiting for Milky to come back. Giselle walked into the kitchen.
"Tré, you are so pathetic." Giselle commented.
Tré laughed, "Hey, it works! Pay him a dollar or two and he goes. Frankito gains a dollar, I loose one. He wins."
"It's still pathetic Tré." Tré rolled his eyes, and Giselle looked over his shoulder. "What are you making?"
"Nothing special."
"Tré.. What are you making?"
"Food." Tré said, smirking.
"Treeeee! Tell me."
"No!! It's a surprise." Giselle rolled her eyes, and sat at the Kitchen table. Frankito walked into the kitchen, looking innocent.
"Dad.."
"Yeaup??" Tré said as he turned away from the counter to look at his son from the other side of the kitchen.
"Umm.. Dad, Milky went inside and it's alls dirty..." Frankito said, while smiling innocently. Tré shrugged.
"That's fine. But I'm not telling mom. You have to." Frankito stuck out his jaw, and pouted.
"I dun wan-"
"TRE!! What's with the dirt all over the floors?!?!" Claudia shouted from the top of the stairs.
"Too late.." Tré mumbled. "I don't know! It was probably from Giselle cause she still has her shoes on." Giselle's jaw dropped.
"Tré! You know it wasn't me!" Tré smiled innocently, while Claudia came downstairs.
"Tré.. I'm not THAT dumb. Giselle doesn't have her shoes on, and why would she do that? Now who was it?"
"The mud monster! Oooohoohoh Oooga! Booga! It's hunting for you." Tré said, while Frankito giggled. "Or it was Frankito and maybe Milky."
"Now you blame it on the dog, Tré?! I can't believe you.." Claudia said while shaking her head.
"It was Frankito and the dog!" Claudia looked around, and looked at Frankito. He smiled, then ran.
"Tré, when is dinner..?" Claudia asked. "Cuz I still have to clean "Milkys" footprints off the floor."
"Soon. I'm pretty much done." After Tré had said that, he finished up his "Surprise Dinner" and set up the table. After he had done that, everyone sat at the table. When Claudia saw what was put on the table she almost gagged. It looked like blood, meat, and anchovies. Giselle didn't quite see the food so she had no expression. Frankito on the other hand poked the food with his fork. Tré sat down and looked at their faces and basically laughed his ass off.
"Tré.. What is going on? What is this stuff?" Claudia said as she pointed to the.. thing called food on the middle of the table.
"Daddy, do I have to eat that?" At this point Tré laughed once more then stopped.
"You should have seen your expressions. It was hilarious. And no Frankito, you definitely don't have to eat that."
"Umm.. Tré..? What are we eating?" Giselle asked.
"Burgers and fries." Tré continued, "They're on the table."
***
After dinner, it was around 8:00, so Frankito went to bed, while Claudia went out with some friends for a bit. So that left Tré and Giselle sitting on the couch, watching T.V.
"What do you want to watch?" Tré asked flipping through the channels.
"Umm.. anything." Giselle said.
"How about the Simpsons?" Tré asked.
"Sure." So they sat there, watching the Simpsons on Tré's couch. The episode was when Marge and Homer went to go out for a night and they called in a babysitter, and it turned out to be the Babysitter Bandit. So, Bart calls the police just as Homer and Marge come back, and Homer pays the Bandit for the job and lets her go just as the police come to arrest her.
"Ohh nice." Giselle commented.
"Heh.. yeah. Wanna watch something else?" Tré asked.
Giselle laughed. "Doesn't matter."
Tré smiled. "Or.. we could go somewhere?"
Giselle cocked an eyebrow. "Tré Frankito is sleeping, and Claudia isn't here."
"She isn't? Oh.. right."
Giselle rolled her eyes. "Do you even pay attention to anything Tré?"
"Hey! I try."
"Tré, your fat." Tré a little bit surprised by the comment, while Giselle paused for a second. "With a 'ph'. "
"What the fuck is phat supposed to mean anyway?"
Giselle shrugged. "I dunno. I think it means cool.. Every kid in middle school around where I live says it. I walked once around the neighborhood, and I walked past this person and he's was all 'My shoe's are fat, with a 'ph'."
"Heh." At that point, Tré got up and went to the Kitchen and returned with the phone in his hands. I'll just give you the conversation.
"Hey! Guess what, Billie?!"
"What Tré..? This better be important because I'm in the middle of something."
"Oooh something. Oooh!"
"Shuddup Tré. Now what the hell is it?"
"I have something to tell you Billie.."
"WHAT Tré?!"
"You're fat."
"What the fuck?"
"With a 'ph'. HAHA." And Tré hung up.
"Hey, Tré? You know Billie is going to call you back." Giselle said.
"How do you know? Can you predict the-" Just then the phone rang. "And don't you DARE say I told you so, Giselle." Tré pressed the talk button. "Hyellow?"
"I hope you face gets eaten by a squirrel." Billie said, on the phone.
"Well, Bill, you better keep your fingers crossed." Tré hung up, and smirked, pleased with himself. Then suddenly, something was scratching at the screen door. Tré, assuming it was the dog, went to the screen door and slid it open. Then, to his surprise, a squirrel jumped up onto his face and scratched it to leave a red 'X' on his face. "OWW!" Giselle looked up at Tré and immediately started laughing.
"T-t-ré.." Giselle said laughing.
Tré looked at her and pouted. "Not funny..! It hurts!" Giselle continued laughing. Tré pouted even more. "Hmmph. I'm calling Billie back and wishing him a Merry Christmas."
*
"Owww! Giselle it hurts!" Tré said while Giselle was putting some weird cream on Tré's face.
"Sorry, but I think this shit is supposed to hurt."
Tré groaned. "I fuckin hate squirrels." Giselle put more funky cream on his face. "OWWW!"
"Trust me Tré, you've probably gotten worse."
"Damn right."
Giselle looked at him funny. "Then how come you're whining about this?"
"Because.. whining is fun?"
"Tré!" Tré smiled innocently.
"It actually doesn't hurt.." Tré continued, "But I was hoping you might feel sorry for me." Giselle rolled her eyes.
"For at least around half of my injuries it was all Kevin's fault.. and I've had a lot." Tré laughed. "HEY! That's not funny. One time I put my finger in between the high hat cymbals, and Kevin came along and stepped on the petal. Keep in mind of what he weighs.. and that was the LEAST hurtful injury Kevin gave me."
Tré smirked. "HAHA."
Giselle looked at Tré annoyingly, and then grinned. "Take this!!" And with that, Giselle put a whole shit load of cream on his face.
"OUCH!! THAT ACTUALLY HURT!"
"Awhh.. I'm sorry Tré.. not. At least you can add another personal injury to your list." Giselle said, smiling. Tré rolled his eyes. After that, Giselle laughed at his face. "What?!"
"Your face." Giselle said.
"No.."
"No what?"
"It's not my face.. It's some kind of joke!" Tré replied.
"Actually it is." Tré went to the mirror and looked at his face. Below the "X" were 'HAHA' below it.
"FUCK! I KNEW it wasn't a squirrel! It MUST have been Billie paying Mike or something to come over to my house.. because he DOES live really close to me!"
"Yeah but Tré.. One question." Giselle said.
"What?"
"How could you mistaken Mike for a squirrel?"
He got out of the car after parking, and walked into the studio. The building was quite big, with two studios in it. It was painted light brown, and had pictures of various artists albums on the walls. Nothing special it was the same as other studios. When Tré walked in, he saw everyone from All Regrets and Green Day sitting at an old, dark brown coffee table. He was pretty surprised that he saw the other band sitting there. Just as he was about to speak Billie spoke.
"And he finally arrives. Geez we have been waiting forever." Billie said.
"Yeah really Tré." Mike said.
"Actually we just got here, Billie." Giselle spoke. Kevin laughed at Billie Joe and Mike muttered a 'damnit'.
"DAMNIT! Giselle, we WERE trying to make him feel bad."
"Yeah by blaming it on someone innocent."
"Hey! Tré does that ALL the time." Billie retorted.
"You do have a point there." Giselle said. Tré pouted, while Mike pulled up his hood of his hoodie even more up.
"Ahh Mike, you haven't dyed your hair yet?" Tré teased.
"Shut up. Brittany said I should do it 'professionally' and the person was all booked, for 3 months." Tré laughed, and Mike continued. "So I just said fuck it and decided I'd dye my hair when some actual dye comes in at the stupid store." Mike continued, "I still can't fuckin believe they ran out of hair dye, cause I WAS going to do it tonight."
"Do you think Brittany will allow it?" Billie teased.
Mike got serious. "Well.. Seriously fuck that. I'll dye my hair no matter what, cause I'd rather have even purple hair than pink."
"Do you have something against pink? Cuz, you know that we could buy you tons of pink stuff." Mandy said, grinning.
"Oooh, not a bad idea." Tré added, while grinning. Mike just groaned.
At last all of them went into the studios. Green Day in "Studio A" and All Regrets in "Studio B". Both bands walked into the studio and started recording for their new albums. After All Regrets recorded 3 songs that they put together recently, they all sat down on one of the couches.
"I was thinking.. Why don't we go out for dinner?" Mandy suggested.
"Sure, why not? I'm staved." Kevin said.
"Kevin, you're always hungry." Sidney said, and then added, "Why don't we invite-
"Mike! Billie!-
"Tré!!" Billie Joe said while copying Tré in the same whiny, voice.
"Can I put a song on the album? And sing it?"
"Suurre. As long as it's not about kinky sex or something like that."
"Awhh, why not?" Mike and Billie Joe laughed. "I wasn't planning on that though"
"What were you planning on?" Tré shrugged.
"I don't know, I haven't written anything yet. I was just wondering if I could." Billie rolled his eyes.
"Dude you don't have to ask. Remember?"
"Oh yeahh. Heh.. Anyways why don't we take a break or something?" Billie Joe and Mike agreed with Tré. They were just about to leave when Mandy walked in and asked if they wanted to go to dinner. Their answer was a simple 'Yes', and they headed out in different cars to a local diner in Oakland.
Giselle went with the Green Day guys in Billie's BMW.
"So why did you decide to come with us? Do you have love for us?" Mike joked.
"No. I'm not to fond of you guys at all." Giselle said. Noting sarcasm.
"You know.. That really hurt, me mentally." Billie joked.
"And you also know if I was in the front, Billie, I would have punched you right now." Billie stuck his jaw out stubbornly, and pouted.
"So why did you come with us anyway?" Giselle sighed.
"Kevin and Mandy. They would have been singing.. well I'm not going to tell you cuz you'll start.. And yeah."
"Yeah.. we would start singing if we knew." Billie said.
"Yup. MHM. We would. Yup MHM. YUP MMHMM. YESH WE WOULD. YE-"
"Mike. I think we get the point." Tré said while sighing, and looking out the window. Giselle gave Mike a concerned look, while Mike just shrugged.
Giselle put her hand in Tré's to see if she would get any reaction. Tré just turned to her and smiled, not his cheery happy, smile, but one with no meaning in it. Not that it meant any hate towards Giselle; it was just his thoughts were somewhere else.
Soon, they were at the local diner. Billie parked the car, and everyone practically ran into the restaurant because of the rain. But before they sat down Giselle went to talk to Tré.
"Are you okay?" Giselle asked Tré. He nodded, while looking at the ground. "Okay.." They walked to the table that Billie and Mike were at, while they quarreled about when the rest of "All Regrets" would be here.
"No! Mike, 5 minutes! Dugh, I mean they aren't here now so why would you say they are here now"
"Billie, sorry to break it to you, but you've lost the bet. . They are right there sucker." Billie turned to see everyone coming in.
"Well.. blah." Billie said in defense.
"C'mon give me the 5 bucks." Billie shook his head.
"Nah you're not worth the money." Billie replied, smirking.
"Oh c'mon Billie. 5 dollars. You swore." Mike glared at him, while putting his hand out, like a hobo begging for money.
"Nugh uh. I swore that, if I HENCE THE I. Won then you would have to pay me. I didn't say anything about-"
"Heyy guys." Mandy said as she sat down next to Giselle who sat opposite Mike and Billie.
"99 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL! 99 BOTTLES OF BEER!" Kevin sang as he sat beside Billie at the table. Giselle muttered a 'damnit' under her breath, while Billie smirked.
"Where did Sidney go?" Giselle asked Mandy.
"She went home. I guess she was tired or something.. There goes recording after." Mandy said.
"Oh well. We can partay. WEWOO." Kevin said.
"Besides we weren't planning on going back and start recording anyway." Mike added.
"Woo hoo... Party!" Tré said, trying to look happy for everyone. Of course, Mike, Billie and Giselle could tell he wasn't. Not because of the car ride but because they just knew when he was acting about something he usually always is.
"So.. Tré, could I share food or whatever with you..? I'm not that hungry anyway." Giselle said, as she looked at Tré. He shrugged.
"Suurre." Soon a waitress came and they ordered their drinks and meals and what not. Tré wasn't talking much so Giselle decided to just talk to him. They walked outside under the rain, which was quite retarded of them considering it was pouring.
"Tré.. Seriously.. Whats wrong..?" Giselle asked him, getting more wet by the second.
"Nothing." He said while biting his lip. Giselle looked at him rather pathetically.
"Tré, I'm not that fuckin stupid. Something is wrong!" Giselle said to Tré as she looked up at him.
"Nothings wrong!" He snapped.
"Tré, there IS something fuckin wrong! I may be fuckin stupid, but I know!"
"THERE IS NOTHING FUCKIN WRONG, GISELLE!" He instantly regretted snapping at her and bit his lip, not bothering to say the slightest thing to her. Giselle walked away in the misty, pouring rain. Tré, who was now soaking wet, was now running after Giselle trying hard not to loose sight of her through the fog.
"Giselle! Come ba-" Tré's calls were interrupted by a loud 'fuck', which sounded the least like Giselle, and a sound of someone falling on the pavement. Tré followed the sound, but when he had gotten to where he thought the sounds were coming from, but the person that was there was already gone. Tré sighed, stuck his hands in his pocket of his soaked pants, and started walking. To where? He didn't quite know yet. He was just hoping that if he walked around he could find Giselle.
He walked along the streets of Oakland for at least a half an hour, and now he had no idea where he was. Since he was so drenched already, he decided to stop a bit at Starbucks, just to get warmed up with a coffee.
He walked in, and to his surprise, no one recognized him. Tré got his coffee and sat down at one of the tables. He sat there, sipping his coffee, while looking around to see if Giselle was in here.
Obviously, she isn't in here. Of course I wanted to check to see if she was here, but where would Giselle go? The thing she mentioned most about her earlier life was.. Gilman Street! Yes! But that's in Berkeley.. Walking all that way in the rain? Oh well. Wait a bus! Now.. if only I could get in there. Everyone would recognize me.. Maybe a hat? Nah.. That would never work.. I'll find some way.. Some how.. Well I might as well start going now..
Tré got up out of his seat, which was now drenched from his clothing, and went outside, back into the rain. He walked to the nearest bus stop and sat down at one of the benches. He sighed and watched the rain fall onto the cracked pavement.
Pay attention to the crack streets and the broken homes..
He sat there waiting for the bus to arrive.. Thinking about various songs. Why? Who knows. Finally the bus arrived, but before he could get onto it he heard a familiar voice, calling his name. He turned around and saw there with her head up kicking the rocks on the street. Tré got off the steps of the bus, and walked towards her.
They stood there in the pouring rain, for what seem like an eternity, but only a few minutes. Finally Giselle said something. "It was all my fault.. I shouldn't have walked off like-" Tré cut Giselle off.
"Don't think it's your fault. I was pretty fucking stupid to act like that-"
"But-"
"No buts."
"Why-" Tré cupped Giselle's face with his hands and kissed her. Not like the one earlier on today, one that was more passionate, affectionate, loving. Giselle put her hands through his hair, as the rain continued to pour harder down on them. Giselle broke away.
"So what is wrong..?"
"I don't want to talk about it.." Tré said.
"You sure?" Giselle said, "Cause I'm here if you want to."
"Maybe later."
"Mmkay." Giselle continued, "Have you ever realized.. we never did tell the guys.. and Mandy where we went."
"You broke away just to tell me all that?!? You know the kiss was getting quite hawwtt." Giselle rolled her eyes.
"They might have thought we have gotten killed you know.."
"Awwh.. they actually care." Giselle rolled her eyes again.
"Now can you phone them..? And maybe we can get going..?"
"Oooh I like that idea. Well the get going one.." Tré said as he wiggled his eyebrows. Giselle laughed, and walked over to the pay phone, and phoned Billie's cell phone. "Let me talk." Tré said. Giselle nodded and passed him the phone. This is what the message Tré left on his phone.
" YES! HIS VOICE MAIL! Wait is it recording..? Oh it is.. HEY!! IT'S TRE! REMEMBER ME..? Of course you do. You should anyway. Well I'd just like to say that I'm alive. Incase you thought I was dead.. If you didn't I'd kick your ass. Anyways.. we are.. Uhh.. Somewhere in Oakland.. Yesh.. And I don't want you to get a hold of me. Nor Giselle. I think. Anyways you can't HAHAHA! No way.. you aren't. Cuz I'm cool like that and I don't have my cell phone with me. I'm hanging up now cause I'm on a pay phone and it's making some annoying beeping noise.. Plus.. I'm talking to YOUR damn answering machine. Hence the your. See my luck? I have to talk to your answering machine... You know I just rolled my eyes. Well cya."
Tré hung up and walked towards Giselle. "So.. What do you want to do now?"
She shrugged. "I dunno. Might as well go to my place?" Tré's eye lit up.
"OR.. you could come to my place. Frankito and Claudia are there though.. I just have to pick up Frankito, and then we could have dinner at my place. I CAN cook you know." Giselle looked at Tré.
"Are you sure you can cook well?" Giselle asked.
Tré rolled his eyes. "I can cook, pretty good."
"Okay..I'll have to trust you on that one." Giselle joked. "Anyways sounds good." Then after Tré and Giselle finished their "intimate" conversation, they started walking to Tré's house.
"Wait.. Tré what about your car?"
"Oh. My car. I forgot about that, seriously." Giselle looked at Tré, funny.
"How the fuck can you forget about your car?" He shrugged.
"I don't know, but something tells me we are going to have to walk there, back to that old studio.." Tré paused. "Oh no. I'm not doing any more walking. Seriously.. I swear I've walked at least 52987 miles."
"It's good. Maybe you could loose some weight." Giselle joked. Tré looked at her, stunned.
"NO. I CAN'T loose weight! My sexy ass won't be sexy anymore."
"You know, Tré.. I'm not going to get involved in this conversation anymore." Giselle joked. "If you're always going to talk about your ass."
Tré frowned. "But it just comes into the conversation.. It's not my fault that we can't resist talking about it-"
"YOU can't resist about talking about it." Tré chuckled.
"Right. ME.. Wait.. NO! You too!"
"Well.. whatever. Lets find a bus, so you can sit your 'sexy ass' down."
"Now that's more like it." Tré said, while he grinned. They eventually found a bus, and headed towards the studio to pick up Tré's car.
"This is really uncomfortable." Giselle whispered to Tré on the bus. "Everyone is staring at us.." Tré turned to Giselle.
"Want me to make them stop staring..? or for maybe what I do, it could make them stare more.."
"Umm.. Tré I think I'll pass on that one.. It could be anything for all I know."
Tré chuckled. "Good, cause I don't know if I really wanted to do it.." Giselle laughed. Then finally they were at their stop, which was just beside the studio.
Tré and Giselle hopped into the car. "Okay. Lets go pick up Frankie." Tré said as he started up the car ignition. Tré drove to Billie's house, and when he got there he got out and got Frankito.
"You know, Tré.. Your son is a handful when he plays with Jakob.." Adrienne said.
Tré chuckled. "He tries."
"Daddy!" Frankito said, and he ran into his Dad's arms.
"Hey big guy." Tré looked up at Adrienne. "Well I better get going before Billie sees I'm here, cause last I talked to him was on his cell phone."
Adrienne laughed. "I heard the message. I think your right, you better go."
"Kay, Frankie-"
"Thankoo." Adrienne laughed at Tré son. "See oo!"
"Bye Frankito, bye Tré." Tré walked out of the door with Frankito in his arms, and practically ran to the car.
"Hi Giswell!" Giselle smiled as she looked into the backseat of the car.
"Hey Frankito. How was playing with Jakob?"
"I was soo fun! But Jakob dis not as fun as Dad." Frankito said, while Tré just enter the car. Giselle smiled. Frankito went on and on about the party, he and Jakob had together, and how they watched tons of movies, ate lots of popcorn, and played video games.
"What was your favourite part, Frankie?" Tré asked, as he drove.
"Can it be ti whole thing?!" Frankito said, stretching his arms out wide.
"Yup."
"Unwle Mike's hair, tis was funny."
"WERE HERE!" Tré shouted when he parked the car in the driveway. Giselle got out. Frankito and Tré were racing to the front door, and Frankito won.
"I won!" Frankito said, triumphantly. "I beat you, Dad!"
"Yeah buddy! Your getting REAL fast now!" Tré unlocked the door and went inside. "Hey I'm home." Tré shouted to Claudia, as him, Frankito and Giselle walked through the door.
"Hey Tré.." Claudia said, while she came to the entrance.
"That's Giselle." Tré said, taking off his shoes and tossing them in a corner.
"Hi, nice to meet you." Claudia greeted to Giselle. Giselle smiled.
"Nice to meet you, too."
"I'm making dinner, Claudia!" Tré shouted from the kitchen. Claudia suddenly went wide eyed.
"Umm.. Tré? Remember the LAST time you cooked?"
"I can cook better now! I swear!"
"He told me he could cook before, and now I'm not so sure.." Giselle said, Claudia laughed.
"The last time he cooked, he put in dishwashing stuff instead of baking soda.. Good thing I smelt it, otherwise I would have got food poisoning."
"HEY! I meant well! Besides they were right beside each other on the table for some weird reason. Frankito did hand me it though!"
"Oh yeah, blame it on you son." Claudia said. Suddenly, Frankito came thumping down the stairs and into the kitchen. Claudia laughed, "Our son has a lot of.. energy. Lets just blame it on Tré." Giselle laughed. "Well, anways I just need to go upstairs and finish some laundry. Make yourself at home." Giselle nodded and went into the Living Room.
"What's for dinner..?" The four year old asked his Father, while jumping up and down.
"Hey, Frankito I'll pay you a dollar if you take the dog out into the backyard." Giselle laughed when she heard this from the Living Room.
"A dollar?!?" Tré nodded, then Frankito looked outside and pointed. "Daddy! It's POURING out there!"
"How about two dollars?" Frankito nodded. He pulled open the sliding door, took the dog, named Mliky, and stood at the sliding door waiting for Milky to come back. Giselle walked into the kitchen.
"Tré, you are so pathetic." Giselle commented.
Tré laughed, "Hey, it works! Pay him a dollar or two and he goes. Frankito gains a dollar, I loose one. He wins."
"It's still pathetic Tré." Tré rolled his eyes, and Giselle looked over his shoulder. "What are you making?"
"Nothing special."
"Tré.. What are you making?"
"Food." Tré said, smirking.
"Treeeee! Tell me."
"No!! It's a surprise." Giselle rolled her eyes, and sat at the Kitchen table. Frankito walked into the kitchen, looking innocent.
"Dad.."
"Yeaup??" Tré said as he turned away from the counter to look at his son from the other side of the kitchen.
"Umm.. Dad, Milky went inside and it's alls dirty..." Frankito said, while smiling innocently. Tré shrugged.
"That's fine. But I'm not telling mom. You have to." Frankito stuck out his jaw, and pouted.
"I dun wan-"
"TRE!! What's with the dirt all over the floors?!?!" Claudia shouted from the top of the stairs.
"Too late.." Tré mumbled. "I don't know! It was probably from Giselle cause she still has her shoes on." Giselle's jaw dropped.
"Tré! You know it wasn't me!" Tré smiled innocently, while Claudia came downstairs.
"Tré.. I'm not THAT dumb. Giselle doesn't have her shoes on, and why would she do that? Now who was it?"
"The mud monster! Oooohoohoh Oooga! Booga! It's hunting for you." Tré said, while Frankito giggled. "Or it was Frankito and maybe Milky."
"Now you blame it on the dog, Tré?! I can't believe you.." Claudia said while shaking her head.
"It was Frankito and the dog!" Claudia looked around, and looked at Frankito. He smiled, then ran.
"Tré, when is dinner..?" Claudia asked. "Cuz I still have to clean "Milkys" footprints off the floor."
"Soon. I'm pretty much done." After Tré had said that, he finished up his "Surprise Dinner" and set up the table. After he had done that, everyone sat at the table. When Claudia saw what was put on the table she almost gagged. It looked like blood, meat, and anchovies. Giselle didn't quite see the food so she had no expression. Frankito on the other hand poked the food with his fork. Tré sat down and looked at their faces and basically laughed his ass off.
"Tré.. What is going on? What is this stuff?" Claudia said as she pointed to the.. thing called food on the middle of the table.
"Daddy, do I have to eat that?" At this point Tré laughed once more then stopped.
"You should have seen your expressions. It was hilarious. And no Frankito, you definitely don't have to eat that."
"Umm.. Tré..? What are we eating?" Giselle asked.
"Burgers and fries." Tré continued, "They're on the table."
***
After dinner, it was around 8:00, so Frankito went to bed, while Claudia went out with some friends for a bit. So that left Tré and Giselle sitting on the couch, watching T.V.
"What do you want to watch?" Tré asked flipping through the channels.
"Umm.. anything." Giselle said.
"How about the Simpsons?" Tré asked.
"Sure." So they sat there, watching the Simpsons on Tré's couch. The episode was when Marge and Homer went to go out for a night and they called in a babysitter, and it turned out to be the Babysitter Bandit. So, Bart calls the police just as Homer and Marge come back, and Homer pays the Bandit for the job and lets her go just as the police come to arrest her.
"Ohh nice." Giselle commented.
"Heh.. yeah. Wanna watch something else?" Tré asked.
Giselle laughed. "Doesn't matter."
Tré smiled. "Or.. we could go somewhere?"
Giselle cocked an eyebrow. "Tré Frankito is sleeping, and Claudia isn't here."
"She isn't? Oh.. right."
Giselle rolled her eyes. "Do you even pay attention to anything Tré?"
"Hey! I try."
"Tré, your fat." Tré a little bit surprised by the comment, while Giselle paused for a second. "With a 'ph'. "
"What the fuck is phat supposed to mean anyway?"
Giselle shrugged. "I dunno. I think it means cool.. Every kid in middle school around where I live says it. I walked once around the neighborhood, and I walked past this person and he's was all 'My shoe's are fat, with a 'ph'."
"Heh." At that point, Tré got up and went to the Kitchen and returned with the phone in his hands. I'll just give you the conversation.
"Hey! Guess what, Billie?!"
"What Tré..? This better be important because I'm in the middle of something."
"Oooh something. Oooh!"
"Shuddup Tré. Now what the hell is it?"
"I have something to tell you Billie.."
"WHAT Tré?!"
"You're fat."
"What the fuck?"
"With a 'ph'. HAHA." And Tré hung up.
"Hey, Tré? You know Billie is going to call you back." Giselle said.
"How do you know? Can you predict the-" Just then the phone rang. "And don't you DARE say I told you so, Giselle." Tré pressed the talk button. "Hyellow?"
"I hope you face gets eaten by a squirrel." Billie said, on the phone.
"Well, Bill, you better keep your fingers crossed." Tré hung up, and smirked, pleased with himself. Then suddenly, something was scratching at the screen door. Tré, assuming it was the dog, went to the screen door and slid it open. Then, to his surprise, a squirrel jumped up onto his face and scratched it to leave a red 'X' on his face. "OWW!" Giselle looked up at Tré and immediately started laughing.
"T-t-ré.." Giselle said laughing.
Tré looked at her and pouted. "Not funny..! It hurts!" Giselle continued laughing. Tré pouted even more. "Hmmph. I'm calling Billie back and wishing him a Merry Christmas."
*
"Owww! Giselle it hurts!" Tré said while Giselle was putting some weird cream on Tré's face.
"Sorry, but I think this shit is supposed to hurt."
Tré groaned. "I fuckin hate squirrels." Giselle put more funky cream on his face. "OWWW!"
"Trust me Tré, you've probably gotten worse."
"Damn right."
Giselle looked at him funny. "Then how come you're whining about this?"
"Because.. whining is fun?"
"Tré!" Tré smiled innocently.
"It actually doesn't hurt.." Tré continued, "But I was hoping you might feel sorry for me." Giselle rolled her eyes.
"For at least around half of my injuries it was all Kevin's fault.. and I've had a lot." Tré laughed. "HEY! That's not funny. One time I put my finger in between the high hat cymbals, and Kevin came along and stepped on the petal. Keep in mind of what he weighs.. and that was the LEAST hurtful injury Kevin gave me."
Tré smirked. "HAHA."
Giselle looked at Tré annoyingly, and then grinned. "Take this!!" And with that, Giselle put a whole shit load of cream on his face.
"OUCH!! THAT ACTUALLY HURT!"
"Awhh.. I'm sorry Tré.. not. At least you can add another personal injury to your list." Giselle said, smiling. Tré rolled his eyes. After that, Giselle laughed at his face. "What?!"
"Your face." Giselle said.
"No.."
"No what?"
"It's not my face.. It's some kind of joke!" Tré replied.
"Actually it is." Tré went to the mirror and looked at his face. Below the "X" were 'HAHA' below it.
"FUCK! I KNEW it wasn't a squirrel! It MUST have been Billie paying Mike or something to come over to my house.. because he DOES live really close to me!"
"Yeah but Tré.. One question." Giselle said.
"What?"
"How could you mistaken Mike for a squirrel?"
