You better back your shit up, chapter 1
"What do you mean he's leaving?" Mike screeched down the phone in a girly desperate manner.
"Yeah dude, he said to meet him in the coffee shop in ten minutes and he'll explain."
"No, but, what does he mean leaving? He can't leave the band? What's wrong with the nobber?" Mike scratched his head giving worried eyes to Brittany sitting on the couch.
"Look dude, just sack off whatever you're doing and meet there now, we'll deal with him then."
The phone went dead. Mike swirled round in disbelief to his girlfriend,
"What was that?" Brittany asked wrapping a piece of hair around her ear.
"I gotta go to the coffee shop, some disaster situation."
"He's 'leaving' again?" the blonde snorted watching Mike put on his jacket.
Mike smiled at her as he grabbed his car keys and headed for the front door,
"Apparently yeah."
Brittany chuckled and swung her legs over the back of the couch to stand up and hug her boyfriend,
"Well be back soon."
"I will" Mike smiled and kissed her quick,
"I will he normally crumbles under the pressure from the two of us."
With a chuckle Mike got into his car and returned a wave that Brittany was giving him from the front door frame. He couldn't believe he was doing this again.
Five minutes later they had gathered in a secluded corner of Mike's coffee shop, as usual, around the same time every month, Mike and Billie Joe sat in front of Tre in complete disbelief.
Leaning over his Mocha cappuccino, Billie, eyes bulging and mouth gaping asked the same question he does around this time every month.
"What?"
"I've said twice now." Tre rolled his eyes,
"I'm thinking of leaving Green Day... "
Mike also rolled his eyes,
"... to be a monk?"
He exchanged a worried stare with his singer,
"Tre." Billie began,
"You pull this stunt every month, around the same time, every month you get like this, you want to do something different."
"I don't, I do love music Bill, I do, I love playing the drums, it's just, it's just... "
"Tre, have you stopped seeing Lucy?" Mike cut in, his drummer nodded,
The bassist looked at Billie Joe,
"Haven't you noticed? Around this time every month he gets bored with the girl he's with and decides on a career change. It's not your career you nob, it's your love life."
Billie snorted,
"Look." Tre frowned,
"It's not... "
"Tre Cool a monk? You pussy" Billie laughed.
Tre frowned,
"Look, I have been called spiritually to serve and if your just gonna take the piss... "
Mike stifled a laugh,
"Tre man, come on, its you... a monk?"
Tre grinned,
"I can see myself as a monk."
"Tre you'd get bored in an hour. They don't do anything but eat, sleep and pray."
Tre's face fell,
"What?"
Billie Joe and Mike smiled at each other,
"You get bored on the tour bus with an x box and sky TV." Mike laughed.
"Oh dammit!" Tre spat, downing his orange mocha.
"Look" Billie leaned forward,
"You just need to find a good girl, one who will occupy you... "
Tre lifted an eyebrow,
"Not in THAT sense... Well yes in that sense but also in a different way."
Tre grinned,
"Who are you fucking Oprah?"
Billie frowned,
"You're the one who five seconds ago wanted to be a fucking Monk!" Mike snorted loudly,
"Tre you need to find a girl... "
"Yeah dude, he said to meet him in the coffee shop in ten minutes and he'll explain."
"No, but, what does he mean leaving? He can't leave the band? What's wrong with the nobber?" Mike scratched his head giving worried eyes to Brittany sitting on the couch.
"Look dude, just sack off whatever you're doing and meet there now, we'll deal with him then."
The phone went dead. Mike swirled round in disbelief to his girlfriend,
"What was that?" Brittany asked wrapping a piece of hair around her ear.
"I gotta go to the coffee shop, some disaster situation."
"He's 'leaving' again?" the blonde snorted watching Mike put on his jacket.
Mike smiled at her as he grabbed his car keys and headed for the front door,
"Apparently yeah."
Brittany chuckled and swung her legs over the back of the couch to stand up and hug her boyfriend,
"Well be back soon."
"I will" Mike smiled and kissed her quick,
"I will he normally crumbles under the pressure from the two of us."
With a chuckle Mike got into his car and returned a wave that Brittany was giving him from the front door frame. He couldn't believe he was doing this again.
Five minutes later they had gathered in a secluded corner of Mike's coffee shop, as usual, around the same time every month, Mike and Billie Joe sat in front of Tre in complete disbelief.
Leaning over his Mocha cappuccino, Billie, eyes bulging and mouth gaping asked the same question he does around this time every month.
"What?"
"I've said twice now." Tre rolled his eyes,
"I'm thinking of leaving Green Day... "
Mike also rolled his eyes,
"... to be a monk?"
He exchanged a worried stare with his singer,
"Tre." Billie began,
"You pull this stunt every month, around the same time, every month you get like this, you want to do something different."
"I don't, I do love music Bill, I do, I love playing the drums, it's just, it's just... "
"Tre, have you stopped seeing Lucy?" Mike cut in, his drummer nodded,
The bassist looked at Billie Joe,
"Haven't you noticed? Around this time every month he gets bored with the girl he's with and decides on a career change. It's not your career you nob, it's your love life."
Billie snorted,
"Look." Tre frowned,
"It's not... "
"Tre Cool a monk? You pussy" Billie laughed.
Tre frowned,
"Look, I have been called spiritually to serve and if your just gonna take the piss... "
Mike stifled a laugh,
"Tre man, come on, its you... a monk?"
Tre grinned,
"I can see myself as a monk."
"Tre you'd get bored in an hour. They don't do anything but eat, sleep and pray."
Tre's face fell,
"What?"
Billie Joe and Mike smiled at each other,
"You get bored on the tour bus with an x box and sky TV." Mike laughed.
"Oh dammit!" Tre spat, downing his orange mocha.
"Look" Billie leaned forward,
"You just need to find a good girl, one who will occupy you... "
Tre lifted an eyebrow,
"Not in THAT sense... Well yes in that sense but also in a different way."
Tre grinned,
"Who are you fucking Oprah?"
Billie frowned,
"You're the one who five seconds ago wanted to be a fucking Monk!" Mike snorted loudly,
"Tre you need to find a girl... "
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