Finding The Perfect Girl (A Tre Cool Story), chapter 4
That morning, Tre was looking forward to meeting Taylor at the bar/concert/thingy. They all wolfed down their breakfast like...wolves. After, they went down to the basement and started practising a lot- Tre especially. He certainly wanted to impress this chick, unlike what happened with Claudia. He was still pissed about the divorce, but at least she had signed the divorce papers. Little Frankito lived with her but she would take him over on weekends or when he wasn't on tour- ditto with Ramona.
Tre's arms hurt so much after practising. He flexed his muscles, and noticed that they were bigger. "Yesssssss!" he hissed out loud. Billie and Mike stared. "What? I was referring to my muscles...they're bigger! Woo hoo!" Mike gave Tre a Mike look (when he raises his eyebrows that show his wrinkles and stretch his nose).
"Are you on steroids, Tre?" Mike asked jokingly.
"Yeth. They give me thuch a bootht," Tre said. They went back to practising. Later that night at the pub, Tre looked for Taylor as they got on stage. He saw her and pointed, blew a kiss, and winked. Then they played American Idiot, Basketcase, Jesus Of Suburbia, Minority, Wake Me Up When September Ends (Billie was crying a bit during this song) and Good Riddance. After, the band packed up and Tre went to Taylor, who was at the bar talking to her friends, with a Martini in her hand. He ordered a beer and they started to chat. "So... what did you think?" Tre asked.
"Wow... It was...great!" she said and smiled. Tre could tell she didn't really like alternative punk rock, but he decided not to question her. He took another beer and shuffled closer to her.
"Tre...um.... Wha-what are you doing?" she stammered.
"I'm moving closer," he said. "So. What are you doing tonight?" he whispered. The smell of beer was fresh on his tongue (but he wasn't drunk yet). Taylor didn't like the smell and pulled away.
"I'm- I'm staying at my apartment with my friends," she said. She wasn't really expecting him to make a move so fast- her kind of guy was one who went slow and easy. Poor Tay didn't know what to do so said, "excuse me, Tre. I need to take a pee. I'll be back, okay?"
"Do ya want me to come with you? We can do stuff," Tre said in a horny voice.
"No thanks, that's fine," Taylor said briskly, and quickly left.
Billie and Mike came over. "What did you do? You know she headed out the door."
"What?! No- I thought she went to the bathroom... Tay? TAY! Come back!" Tre yelled as he pushed through the crowd towards the exit, leaving the two behind.
He ran outside and looked around. He saw her with a group of people. "Taylor!" he yelled, relieved. Once she saw him, she muttered,
"Oh no." Tre walked up to her.
"Babe, what's wrong? I thought you were going to the washroom." She sighed.
"Tre, this isn't going to work. You're taking it really fast, and- well, I have the feeling you're just going to use me for your sexual needs."
"N-no... No! I wouldn't. Taylor, please..."
"I'm leaving you now. Please, forget my number and don't talk to me again." Her friends snickered and they got in her van. She gave him one last final glance that read 'I'm sorry' before they drove off. Tre hung his head and walked the six blocks home. While he was walking, Tre thought about girls. Mike did say that he was envious of Tre for his ability to attract ladies, but was it really true? The last few relationships he'd had (Claudia and Taylor) hadn't lasted long at all and he didn't trust himself anymore. Poor Tre didn't know what to do. He finally reached home.
Once inside, Tre locked himself inside the washroom and sat on the side of the tub. He felt sick. Why? Why couldn't he keep a decent relationship? It was all the same every time. Tre threw a shampoo bottle at the small handheld mirror that reflected his sobbing image (he didn't want to break the big one). The mirror broke and shattered into tiny pieces. He picked up a shard. "No,'' said the angel on his shoulder. "It'll only make it worse- you haven't done that since Lisea broke up with you. Don't do it." While the devil said,
"C'mon. It won't hurt- after all, physical pain overpowers emotional pain." Tre decided to listen to the devil and squeezed the shard between his finger and his thumb. As the mirror went into his skin blood slowly leaked out, dripping on the linoleum floor. He kept on pressing the shard into his thumb until it started to hurt. Pain seized him as he looked down and saw a neat red line cutting into it. The cut wasn't really that deep, but it hurt like hell and was worse when he looked at it. He rose and walked to the sink, cleaned it off and wrapped it in a bandage. Then he began to clean up the floor and threw the plastic mirror frame into the garbage bin.
Billie and Mike went into the pub's parkng lot to look for Tre, only to find that the car was still there. They walked over to see if he was inside, and there was a note flapping in the breeze attached the window wiper. It read: At home. I'll tell you when you're there.
Tre
Mike wondered aloud, "how the hell did he get home?" gazing at the note.
Billie sneezed and said,
"He must have walked. Poor guy, Claudia just divorced him and now this. Did you ever notice this always happens when he's drunk?"
"No, he only drank one and a half beers when Taylor left... and he usually gets all loopy at 5," Mike said.
"Well, let's go home and find out what happened," Billie announced as he got in the car.
Tre's arms hurt so much after practising. He flexed his muscles, and noticed that they were bigger. "Yesssssss!" he hissed out loud. Billie and Mike stared. "What? I was referring to my muscles...they're bigger! Woo hoo!" Mike gave Tre a Mike look (when he raises his eyebrows that show his wrinkles and stretch his nose).
"Are you on steroids, Tre?" Mike asked jokingly.
"Yeth. They give me thuch a bootht," Tre said. They went back to practising. Later that night at the pub, Tre looked for Taylor as they got on stage. He saw her and pointed, blew a kiss, and winked. Then they played American Idiot, Basketcase, Jesus Of Suburbia, Minority, Wake Me Up When September Ends (Billie was crying a bit during this song) and Good Riddance. After, the band packed up and Tre went to Taylor, who was at the bar talking to her friends, with a Martini in her hand. He ordered a beer and they started to chat. "So... what did you think?" Tre asked.
"Wow... It was...great!" she said and smiled. Tre could tell she didn't really like alternative punk rock, but he decided not to question her. He took another beer and shuffled closer to her.
"Tre...um.... Wha-what are you doing?" she stammered.
"I'm moving closer," he said. "So. What are you doing tonight?" he whispered. The smell of beer was fresh on his tongue (but he wasn't drunk yet). Taylor didn't like the smell and pulled away.
"I'm- I'm staying at my apartment with my friends," she said. She wasn't really expecting him to make a move so fast- her kind of guy was one who went slow and easy. Poor Tay didn't know what to do so said, "excuse me, Tre. I need to take a pee. I'll be back, okay?"
"Do ya want me to come with you? We can do stuff," Tre said in a horny voice.
"No thanks, that's fine," Taylor said briskly, and quickly left.
Billie and Mike came over. "What did you do? You know she headed out the door."
"What?! No- I thought she went to the bathroom... Tay? TAY! Come back!" Tre yelled as he pushed through the crowd towards the exit, leaving the two behind.
He ran outside and looked around. He saw her with a group of people. "Taylor!" he yelled, relieved. Once she saw him, she muttered,
"Oh no." Tre walked up to her.
"Babe, what's wrong? I thought you were going to the washroom." She sighed.
"Tre, this isn't going to work. You're taking it really fast, and- well, I have the feeling you're just going to use me for your sexual needs."
"N-no... No! I wouldn't. Taylor, please..."
"I'm leaving you now. Please, forget my number and don't talk to me again." Her friends snickered and they got in her van. She gave him one last final glance that read 'I'm sorry' before they drove off. Tre hung his head and walked the six blocks home. While he was walking, Tre thought about girls. Mike did say that he was envious of Tre for his ability to attract ladies, but was it really true? The last few relationships he'd had (Claudia and Taylor) hadn't lasted long at all and he didn't trust himself anymore. Poor Tre didn't know what to do. He finally reached home.
Once inside, Tre locked himself inside the washroom and sat on the side of the tub. He felt sick. Why? Why couldn't he keep a decent relationship? It was all the same every time. Tre threw a shampoo bottle at the small handheld mirror that reflected his sobbing image (he didn't want to break the big one). The mirror broke and shattered into tiny pieces. He picked up a shard. "No,'' said the angel on his shoulder. "It'll only make it worse- you haven't done that since Lisea broke up with you. Don't do it." While the devil said,
"C'mon. It won't hurt- after all, physical pain overpowers emotional pain." Tre decided to listen to the devil and squeezed the shard between his finger and his thumb. As the mirror went into his skin blood slowly leaked out, dripping on the linoleum floor. He kept on pressing the shard into his thumb until it started to hurt. Pain seized him as he looked down and saw a neat red line cutting into it. The cut wasn't really that deep, but it hurt like hell and was worse when he looked at it. He rose and walked to the sink, cleaned it off and wrapped it in a bandage. Then he began to clean up the floor and threw the plastic mirror frame into the garbage bin.
Billie and Mike went into the pub's parkng lot to look for Tre, only to find that the car was still there. They walked over to see if he was inside, and there was a note flapping in the breeze attached the window wiper. It read: At home. I'll tell you when you're there.
Tre
Mike wondered aloud, "how the hell did he get home?" gazing at the note.
Billie sneezed and said,
"He must have walked. Poor guy, Claudia just divorced him and now this. Did you ever notice this always happens when he's drunk?"
"No, he only drank one and a half beers when Taylor left... and he usually gets all loopy at 5," Mike said.
"Well, let's go home and find out what happened," Billie announced as he got in the car.
