A Twist You Didn't Expect, chapter 2
The little bell jingled as she walked in. The place was empty. There was a man standing behind the counter. He was reading a magazine. Angie walked up to the counter and peered in. Through the glass she could see 10 different flavours of ice cream. All which hadn't had a single scoop out of them.
"I'll have two Rocky Road's, please."
The man didn't make a sound.
"I SAID TWO ROCKY ROAD'S PLEASE!" She shouted. The man jumped.
"Woah sorry bout that... What?"
"Oh fuck it..." she turned around and started walking towards the door.
"NO WAIT! You can have your Rocky Road's. Have two more on the house!" He opened up the counter and started scooping out the ice cream.
"Not much business then?"
"Naaah. Ever since they friggin' opened up 'Slipknot's Ice Cream' opposite. They fucking earn a bomb over there. And they still have the same flavours as me! Jeez. America's just not how it used to be."
He handed her the ice creams.
"So whats your name... OH FUCKING HELL!"
The tramp was banging on the window.
"Bloody bums! They never leave this place alone!" He picked up a broom and opened the door. Angie ran after him.
"NO WAIT! He's with me!" The ice cream man stopped poking the tramp.
"He's with you?"
"Yes... Erm... Mr. Cool."
"Please. Call me Tré."
"Ok... Tré. Yeah I'm saving him. You see, I punched him the nose because I thought he was trying to kill me. And now I am buying him ice cream. Oh and my name is Angie" She shoved a dollar in Tré's top pocket.
"Well. Ok then Angie. But if he gives you any grief you come straight back here ok? You can never trust tramps these days..."
"Heeeey. Ma name is Billie. Billie Joe."
"Well whatever you're called, your'e a tramp. And don't you be knicking any of this dear Angie's money you hear?"
"Yeah yeah." Billie Joe was too busy eating his ice cream to care what Tré was saying.
"So Angie. Where you off to now?" She looked around.
"I'm not really sure. Somewhere..."
"Well you can't be rolling around here with no place to go! Anyways, we need to take this... Billie Joe... To a hospital. You smacked him up pretty bad. Where d'you learn to punch like that?"
"It's a long story. But he doesn't want to go to the hospital..."
Tré leaned into Billie Joe. He stared at his nose.
"What the fuck are you doing pal?"
"I know someone who can help you with that nose... Follow me."
Tré chucked his apron on a chair, grabbed his keys and locked the door.
***
"Errrr... Sorry to be rude... But where exactly are we going?" Angie, Billie Joe and Tré were stuffed into a small two seater car. Billie Joe was still eating his Rocky Road's, occasionally dropping some on Angie's already blood stained jacket.
"You'll see." The car pulled into a small drive. Angie hadn't been keeping track of where they were going. She peered out of the window. A sign read 'Dirnt Court'.
Tré stopped the car and opened the door. He quickly ran around the other side and opened the passenger door for Angie. He shut it just as Billie Joe had his foot out the door.
"DAMN YOU ICE CREAM MAN! YOWIE!" Billie Joe was holding his foot in agony. Angie scowled at Tré and helped the tramp to his feet.
"What the hell was that for?"
"Sorry... I didn't realise you were getting out that side..."
"Whatever."
They walked towards a huge double gate.
Tré pressed the small red button next to the intercom.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mike. It's me."
"Look if you are one of those fucking kids I swear I will piss all over your car and set your garden alight!..."
"No Mike! It's me... Tré"
"TRÉ! Long time no see! Come in!" The gates suddenly opened, revealing a huge lawn. There were roses either side of a small path which led to a mansion. Angie gasped.
"You're friends with this man?"
"Yeah... Old buddies. Known each other for zonks. Oh, as you might of already guessed, this dude is rich. So no wrong turns ok? If you want him to help your... Friend... Behave good right?"
"Help me with what?" Billie Joe murmered, holding his nose and hopping on one foot.
Tré nodded towards him. "With that."
"I'll have two Rocky Road's, please."
The man didn't make a sound.
"I SAID TWO ROCKY ROAD'S PLEASE!" She shouted. The man jumped.
"Woah sorry bout that... What?"
"Oh fuck it..." she turned around and started walking towards the door.
"NO WAIT! You can have your Rocky Road's. Have two more on the house!" He opened up the counter and started scooping out the ice cream.
"Not much business then?"
"Naaah. Ever since they friggin' opened up 'Slipknot's Ice Cream' opposite. They fucking earn a bomb over there. And they still have the same flavours as me! Jeez. America's just not how it used to be."
He handed her the ice creams.
"So whats your name... OH FUCKING HELL!"
The tramp was banging on the window.
"Bloody bums! They never leave this place alone!" He picked up a broom and opened the door. Angie ran after him.
"NO WAIT! He's with me!" The ice cream man stopped poking the tramp.
"He's with you?"
"Yes... Erm... Mr. Cool."
"Please. Call me Tré."
"Ok... Tré. Yeah I'm saving him. You see, I punched him the nose because I thought he was trying to kill me. And now I am buying him ice cream. Oh and my name is Angie" She shoved a dollar in Tré's top pocket.
"Well. Ok then Angie. But if he gives you any grief you come straight back here ok? You can never trust tramps these days..."
"Heeeey. Ma name is Billie. Billie Joe."
"Well whatever you're called, your'e a tramp. And don't you be knicking any of this dear Angie's money you hear?"
"Yeah yeah." Billie Joe was too busy eating his ice cream to care what Tré was saying.
"So Angie. Where you off to now?" She looked around.
"I'm not really sure. Somewhere..."
"Well you can't be rolling around here with no place to go! Anyways, we need to take this... Billie Joe... To a hospital. You smacked him up pretty bad. Where d'you learn to punch like that?"
"It's a long story. But he doesn't want to go to the hospital..."
Tré leaned into Billie Joe. He stared at his nose.
"What the fuck are you doing pal?"
"I know someone who can help you with that nose... Follow me."
Tré chucked his apron on a chair, grabbed his keys and locked the door.
***
"Errrr... Sorry to be rude... But where exactly are we going?" Angie, Billie Joe and Tré were stuffed into a small two seater car. Billie Joe was still eating his Rocky Road's, occasionally dropping some on Angie's already blood stained jacket.
"You'll see." The car pulled into a small drive. Angie hadn't been keeping track of where they were going. She peered out of the window. A sign read 'Dirnt Court'.
Tré stopped the car and opened the door. He quickly ran around the other side and opened the passenger door for Angie. He shut it just as Billie Joe had his foot out the door.
"DAMN YOU ICE CREAM MAN! YOWIE!" Billie Joe was holding his foot in agony. Angie scowled at Tré and helped the tramp to his feet.
"What the hell was that for?"
"Sorry... I didn't realise you were getting out that side..."
"Whatever."
They walked towards a huge double gate.
Tré pressed the small red button next to the intercom.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mike. It's me."
"Look if you are one of those fucking kids I swear I will piss all over your car and set your garden alight!..."
"No Mike! It's me... Tré"
"TRÉ! Long time no see! Come in!" The gates suddenly opened, revealing a huge lawn. There were roses either side of a small path which led to a mansion. Angie gasped.
"You're friends with this man?"
"Yeah... Old buddies. Known each other for zonks. Oh, as you might of already guessed, this dude is rich. So no wrong turns ok? If you want him to help your... Friend... Behave good right?"
"Help me with what?" Billie Joe murmered, holding his nose and hopping on one foot.
Tré nodded towards him. "With that."
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