You better back your shit up, chapter 2
"I can find my own girls thanks." Tre frowned at Billie Joe's suggestion, "Do you wonder why I get fed up? It's coz of you two always treating me like I'm some kid, I'm pushing 40 and you guys still believe that you have to act like my parents...well I'm sick of it, screw you!"
And with that Tre stormed out of the coffee shop barging into a confused waitress on his way out. Billie looked at Mike, mouth hung open, that had never happened before.
"Mid-life crisis" Mike shrugged his shoulders.
Billie frowned, this wasn't good, their drummer could not have a mid-life crisis just before embarking on a huge sell-out world tour.
"Mike...seriously...what are we gonna do?"
"Just let him cool off...we'll find him later. Another coffee?"
Tre had ran out of the coffee shop, anger burning through his every pore, he was angry with himself for telling them about the monk thing. He strode down the street, focusing ahead of him, a frown creased in his brow. He didn't see the small blonde haired girl that had begun walking behind him.
Four hours later Mike had returned home.
"Brittany! Brittany! I'm back! Brit?"
There was no answer, Mike shrugged, she must have got sick of waiting and gone out. He flopped down on the couch and sighed, he had only just shut his eyes when the doorbell chimed.
It was Billie.
He looked flustered and panicky,
"Mike, Mike dude!" Billie grasped onto his friend, "Is...is Brittany in?"
Mike pulled his friend of his shirt and sat down, "No, why?"
"Have...have you seen Tre?" Billie gasped for breath joining his friend on the couch.
"No Bill...what the fuck is going on?"
And with that Tre stormed out of the coffee shop barging into a confused waitress on his way out. Billie looked at Mike, mouth hung open, that had never happened before.
"Mid-life crisis" Mike shrugged his shoulders.
Billie frowned, this wasn't good, their drummer could not have a mid-life crisis just before embarking on a huge sell-out world tour.
"Mike...seriously...what are we gonna do?"
"Just let him cool off...we'll find him later. Another coffee?"
Tre had ran out of the coffee shop, anger burning through his every pore, he was angry with himself for telling them about the monk thing. He strode down the street, focusing ahead of him, a frown creased in his brow. He didn't see the small blonde haired girl that had begun walking behind him.
Four hours later Mike had returned home.
"Brittany! Brittany! I'm back! Brit?"
There was no answer, Mike shrugged, she must have got sick of waiting and gone out. He flopped down on the couch and sighed, he had only just shut his eyes when the doorbell chimed.
It was Billie.
He looked flustered and panicky,
"Mike, Mike dude!" Billie grasped onto his friend, "Is...is Brittany in?"
Mike pulled his friend of his shirt and sat down, "No, why?"
"Have...have you seen Tre?" Billie gasped for breath joining his friend on the couch.
"No Bill...what the fuck is going on?"
