Always Read The Label, chapter 2
Billie Joe's POV
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Damn you Tre. People were staring at us. "OH MY GOSH! IT'S BILLIE JOE AND TRE COOL!" Me and Tre looked around to see where the disgusting sound of teenies came from. "Run!" shouted Tre. He ran off leaving me, still on the ground with a busted knee. I tried to get up and run but as I was getting away, a group of girls tackled me to the ground. Noooo! Why me??...oh right.
I saw Tre running away without looking back for me. Fuck you Tre. He only thinks of himself. "Oh my gawd. Billie can you sign this for me?" "Can I help you get up Billie?" The teenies were all over me. I felt sick.
"I think we'll need back-up." I heard a security guard on his walkie talkie thing. Then a mob of security guards came up to me and helped me get those creatures off me. I could finally breathe. I looked at my leg. Fuck. THEY TOOK MY SHOE!! I had a busted knee, one shoe, and I needed to find Tre and Mike.
Tre's POV
I kept running and running and running. Poor Billie, he couldn't get away. I wondered where Mike went. "Mike!? Mike??? Where are you?" I shouted. Damn. I couldn't find him. A few minutes later I found Mike getting a cup of coffee...wait. Coffee? Uh oh. He's gonna go nuts again.
"Mike! I finally found you! Billie got attacked by teenies. I don't know where he is!" I said to Mike. "Don't worry about Billie. We'll find him later. He can handle teenies...I think." Mike laughed.
"Help! Mike! Tre?" Me and Mike heard someone say from the next asle. "Billie?" Mike shouted. We ran to the next asle to find Billie. He looked angry, limping, his hair was a mess and he had one shoe. What the fuck. "Tre! You're dea-" Billie paused and stared at something behind us on the floor.
A can of beer. "Beer!" Billie said as he limped up to it. He went to pick it up...but it moved! MOVED! I swear I wasn't high or seeing things. "What the..." said Billie. The can of beer continued to move and we all followed it...to someone's feet. We looked up to find a bunch of teenies crowding over us with smiles on their faces. Shit. "Give me back my shoe!!!" Shouted Billie in one of their faces.
Then...they tackled us. All of us. Shiiiiiiit. We tried to get away as fast as we could. Mike poured his coffee on one of their heads so we could try and get away. It didn't work. Damn.
We needed to get out of Wal-Mart.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Damn you Tre. People were staring at us. "OH MY GOSH! IT'S BILLIE JOE AND TRE COOL!" Me and Tre looked around to see where the disgusting sound of teenies came from. "Run!" shouted Tre. He ran off leaving me, still on the ground with a busted knee. I tried to get up and run but as I was getting away, a group of girls tackled me to the ground. Noooo! Why me??...oh right.
I saw Tre running away without looking back for me. Fuck you Tre. He only thinks of himself. "Oh my gawd. Billie can you sign this for me?" "Can I help you get up Billie?" The teenies were all over me. I felt sick.
"I think we'll need back-up." I heard a security guard on his walkie talkie thing. Then a mob of security guards came up to me and helped me get those creatures off me. I could finally breathe. I looked at my leg. Fuck. THEY TOOK MY SHOE!! I had a busted knee, one shoe, and I needed to find Tre and Mike.
Tre's POV
I kept running and running and running. Poor Billie, he couldn't get away. I wondered where Mike went. "Mike!? Mike??? Where are you?" I shouted. Damn. I couldn't find him. A few minutes later I found Mike getting a cup of coffee...wait. Coffee? Uh oh. He's gonna go nuts again.
"Mike! I finally found you! Billie got attacked by teenies. I don't know where he is!" I said to Mike. "Don't worry about Billie. We'll find him later. He can handle teenies...I think." Mike laughed.
"Help! Mike! Tre?" Me and Mike heard someone say from the next asle. "Billie?" Mike shouted. We ran to the next asle to find Billie. He looked angry, limping, his hair was a mess and he had one shoe. What the fuck. "Tre! You're dea-" Billie paused and stared at something behind us on the floor.
A can of beer. "Beer!" Billie said as he limped up to it. He went to pick it up...but it moved! MOVED! I swear I wasn't high or seeing things. "What the..." said Billie. The can of beer continued to move and we all followed it...to someone's feet. We looked up to find a bunch of teenies crowding over us with smiles on their faces. Shit. "Give me back my shoe!!!" Shouted Billie in one of their faces.
Then...they tackled us. All of us. Shiiiiiiit. We tried to get away as fast as we could. Mike poured his coffee on one of their heads so we could try and get away. It didn't work. Damn.
We needed to get out of Wal-Mart.
