Finding The Perfect Girl (A Tre Cool Story), chapter 11
As Cloe was driving home, she switched on the radio. One of her fave songs was on- 'Don't Phunk With My Heart' by the Black Eyed Peas. But unlike Fergie, she wanted Tre to phunk with her heart.
Cloe's ex Matthew pulled onto the road, and saw a familiar car stopped at a light in front of him. It was hers. He suddenly got angry. 'Fuckin' bitch,' he thought. She had broken up with him just because he was flirting with her best friend- God, what an overreactive tard! After all, Cloe's friend was hot, so how could he resist? He wasn't wanting to cheat on Cloe (well, maybe) but she was probably just having PMS. Grrr. Suddenly, Matt had an idea. The light turned green, and he revved into her rear bumper, causing the car to shake and the bumper to crunch. Cloe's car stopped as she screeched on the brakes, and he pulled past her, roaring into the night.
Cloe gasped in shock. That was Matthew! "What the hell!" she said and got out to examine the damage. The bumper was dented horribly, and it would have to be replaced. Cloe looked around the intersection for some sight of headlights for help, but it was deserted- everyone was probably asleep. Her eyes watered a bit- she wanted some comfort in the dark and empty streets. Cloe stepped into her car and drove home. Why would he do that? Just because she dumped him for flirting with her BFF Sarah for the upteenth time didn't mean he should be such a spaz. Sarah was getting sick of it as well (even though she was single). Matt had an alcohol problem and was raised in a troubled home, so no wonder he was like that. Cloe sighed and drove home, more wary this time.
At home, Cloe phoned up Sarah to tell the news. "Hello," a sleepy voice said.
"Hi Sarah, it's me. I kinda had a problem tonight," Cloe said timidly.
"At this time of night? It's 12:45..."
"It involves Matthew."
"Dear Lord, what happened?" Sarah said, snapping awake.
"Well, I was driving home from Tre's house- oh, did I tell you I met a beau? This guy Billie Joe Armstrong hired me as backup acoustics and singing, and turns out it was a setup to find the drummer Tre Cool a girl- and that girl was me! Oh my god, he is soooooooo hot! And he has an adorable fo-mo and---"
"Whoa, slow down!" Sarah interrupted. "His name is Tre Cool?"
"Well that's his band name. His real name is Frank Edwin Wright the Third, but he said it's really embarassing to be called Frankie so he kept Tre Cool."
"Ah, I see. Sounds- cool. Tell me about him."
They talked about Tre for a while, then went back to the incident with Matt. "Anyways, I guess Matthew was driving behind me, 'cuz when I pulled forward he purposely slammed into my car! The bumper has to be replaced... I really don't need this, Sarah."
"Well, aren't you gonna do something about Matt?"
"If he does something like that again, yes," Cloe replied. "But for now, no. It's too much of a hassle."
"Hmm, you have a point, though I would do something about it. Anyway, I got work tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep, so ta-ta," Sarah said.
"Thanks Sarah, and bye for now." Cloe hung up and went to bed.
The next morning Cloe went to an auto garage and the bumper was replaced. By the time she got home it was already noon. Just as she opened the door, the phone rang. Cloe raced into the house, but couldn't find the portable. "Goddammit, where's the PHONE?! That might be Tre!" she exclaimed. The answering machine went on.
"Hey Cloe it's Tre, your favourite date," the machine said. "There's a fair open at Greenwood field today, and I'm wondering if you'd like to come along with me and the boys. It'd kinda be a double date since Billie and Mike are bringin' their girls, so.. yeah, if you wanna come, gimme a call and if not, don't bother- although that would make me verrry sad. Ciao."
Cloe loved fairs (and they were even better with a date) so searched all round her house for the portable, excited. She finally found it underneath her pillow (she remembered using it lastnight to call Sarah). She dialed Tre's number.
" 'Lo," a strange voice said. "Hi, is Tre there?" Cloe said.
"Tre? Who's Tre?" the voice said weirdly.
"My date. It's Cloe," she replied.
"Oh, well why didn't you just say so?" Tre's normal voice exclaimed. It was him all along. "So, you comin'?" he asked.
"Sure," she replied. "What time do you want me to come over?"
"Well how 'bout I pick you up?" Tre said sneakily. He had planned this so he could randomly come over and maybe... do stuff? Hehe.
Cloe knew what he was planning, but took the bait anyway. "OK, sure. My address is 5683 Cherrygrove Lane. Do you need directions?"
'Wow, Cherrygrove? Those houses are expensive, she must be pretty rich!' he thought. "No, I know where that is. Pick you up at 1:30."
" 'Kay, bye," she said.
Cloe's ex Matthew pulled onto the road, and saw a familiar car stopped at a light in front of him. It was hers. He suddenly got angry. 'Fuckin' bitch,' he thought. She had broken up with him just because he was flirting with her best friend- God, what an overreactive tard! After all, Cloe's friend was hot, so how could he resist? He wasn't wanting to cheat on Cloe (well, maybe) but she was probably just having PMS. Grrr. Suddenly, Matt had an idea. The light turned green, and he revved into her rear bumper, causing the car to shake and the bumper to crunch. Cloe's car stopped as she screeched on the brakes, and he pulled past her, roaring into the night.
Cloe gasped in shock. That was Matthew! "What the hell!" she said and got out to examine the damage. The bumper was dented horribly, and it would have to be replaced. Cloe looked around the intersection for some sight of headlights for help, but it was deserted- everyone was probably asleep. Her eyes watered a bit- she wanted some comfort in the dark and empty streets. Cloe stepped into her car and drove home. Why would he do that? Just because she dumped him for flirting with her BFF Sarah for the upteenth time didn't mean he should be such a spaz. Sarah was getting sick of it as well (even though she was single). Matt had an alcohol problem and was raised in a troubled home, so no wonder he was like that. Cloe sighed and drove home, more wary this time.
At home, Cloe phoned up Sarah to tell the news. "Hello," a sleepy voice said.
"Hi Sarah, it's me. I kinda had a problem tonight," Cloe said timidly.
"At this time of night? It's 12:45..."
"It involves Matthew."
"Dear Lord, what happened?" Sarah said, snapping awake.
"Well, I was driving home from Tre's house- oh, did I tell you I met a beau? This guy Billie Joe Armstrong hired me as backup acoustics and singing, and turns out it was a setup to find the drummer Tre Cool a girl- and that girl was me! Oh my god, he is soooooooo hot! And he has an adorable fo-mo and---"
"Whoa, slow down!" Sarah interrupted. "His name is Tre Cool?"
"Well that's his band name. His real name is Frank Edwin Wright the Third, but he said it's really embarassing to be called Frankie so he kept Tre Cool."
"Ah, I see. Sounds- cool. Tell me about him."
They talked about Tre for a while, then went back to the incident with Matt. "Anyways, I guess Matthew was driving behind me, 'cuz when I pulled forward he purposely slammed into my car! The bumper has to be replaced... I really don't need this, Sarah."
"Well, aren't you gonna do something about Matt?"
"If he does something like that again, yes," Cloe replied. "But for now, no. It's too much of a hassle."
"Hmm, you have a point, though I would do something about it. Anyway, I got work tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep, so ta-ta," Sarah said.
"Thanks Sarah, and bye for now." Cloe hung up and went to bed.
The next morning Cloe went to an auto garage and the bumper was replaced. By the time she got home it was already noon. Just as she opened the door, the phone rang. Cloe raced into the house, but couldn't find the portable. "Goddammit, where's the PHONE?! That might be Tre!" she exclaimed. The answering machine went on.
"Hey Cloe it's Tre, your favourite date," the machine said. "There's a fair open at Greenwood field today, and I'm wondering if you'd like to come along with me and the boys. It'd kinda be a double date since Billie and Mike are bringin' their girls, so.. yeah, if you wanna come, gimme a call and if not, don't bother- although that would make me verrry sad. Ciao."
Cloe loved fairs (and they were even better with a date) so searched all round her house for the portable, excited. She finally found it underneath her pillow (she remembered using it lastnight to call Sarah). She dialed Tre's number.
" 'Lo," a strange voice said. "Hi, is Tre there?" Cloe said.
"Tre? Who's Tre?" the voice said weirdly.
"My date. It's Cloe," she replied.
"Oh, well why didn't you just say so?" Tre's normal voice exclaimed. It was him all along. "So, you comin'?" he asked.
"Sure," she replied. "What time do you want me to come over?"
"Well how 'bout I pick you up?" Tre said sneakily. He had planned this so he could randomly come over and maybe... do stuff? Hehe.
Cloe knew what he was planning, but took the bait anyway. "OK, sure. My address is 5683 Cherrygrove Lane. Do you need directions?"
'Wow, Cherrygrove? Those houses are expensive, she must be pretty rich!' he thought. "No, I know where that is. Pick you up at 1:30."
" 'Kay, bye," she said.
