You better back your shit up, chapter 6
Mike let go of Tre's lapel as Billie's desperate eyes met his. Tre gasped, he thought his brains would end up on his living room ceiling. There was silence now, apart from Billie Joe and Tre's pants that echoed in the air, Mike looked at each one of them then suddenly took off, brushing past Billie Joe and down the road. Billie made to go after him but Tre grabbed his arm.
"Let him go dude, he needs some time, come in, have a coffee, come on."
Billie Joe did as he was told and followed his friend into the kitchen. Neither spoke, the sun shone through the window onto Billie Joe's unshaven face, he rubbed his chin and gruffly said 'thanks' as Tre handed him a mug.
Sitting down in front of the singer Tre sipped from his own coffee, eyeing Billie curiously,
"What?" The singer sighed,
"Do you... do you think I killed her too?"
"I dunno Tre, you were in a mood, covered in red... "
"Sauce." Tre snapped, eyebrow raised.
"But then again you are my friend and I wanna believe you."
They both sighed into their coffee mugs.
"Yesterday was so surreal, I don't understand it personally." Billie coughed.
Tre was on edge; Billie recognised it, just like before a big show. The drummer's eyebrows rose, his lip twitched and his leg jerked against the edge of his chair. It was almost as if he was waiting for...
Billie Joe's mind went black. Tre had stood up as his friend slid to the floor, knocked out, down for the count. Tre hovered over his friend for a bit before reaching for the phone across the table. His eyes stayed transfixed on Billie Joe, his heart pulsating encase the singer woke up, but he reminded himself that the sleeping pills he had put in his coffee were strong. He'd be out for hours; one would knock a horse out. He dialled a familiar number and it rang out. Gritting his teeth he dialled again and the person answered,
"Hello."
"Hey it's Tre."
"Yeah I know."
"So I did it."
"Good. I'll be round in a bit. Is he defiantly out?"
"Yeah he's dead to the world."
"And Mike?"
"Just as you predicted, gone for a walk."
"Great."
"I... I don't know whether I can go through with this."
"You can't back out now Tre, get your act together or you'll be suffering the same fate as Brittany."
Tre gulped,
"Tre? Tre? You still in?"
"Yeah... Yeah I'm still in."
"Great. See you later."
"Bye."
The phone went dead. Tre threw it on the table; he looked at Billie's sleeping body once more. He scratched his head, figuring he'd have to carry him upstairs and tie him up. Ho won earth was he going to move Billie Joe all by himself?
"Let him go dude, he needs some time, come in, have a coffee, come on."
Billie Joe did as he was told and followed his friend into the kitchen. Neither spoke, the sun shone through the window onto Billie Joe's unshaven face, he rubbed his chin and gruffly said 'thanks' as Tre handed him a mug.
Sitting down in front of the singer Tre sipped from his own coffee, eyeing Billie curiously,
"What?" The singer sighed,
"Do you... do you think I killed her too?"
"I dunno Tre, you were in a mood, covered in red... "
"Sauce." Tre snapped, eyebrow raised.
"But then again you are my friend and I wanna believe you."
They both sighed into their coffee mugs.
"Yesterday was so surreal, I don't understand it personally." Billie coughed.
Tre was on edge; Billie recognised it, just like before a big show. The drummer's eyebrows rose, his lip twitched and his leg jerked against the edge of his chair. It was almost as if he was waiting for...
Billie Joe's mind went black. Tre had stood up as his friend slid to the floor, knocked out, down for the count. Tre hovered over his friend for a bit before reaching for the phone across the table. His eyes stayed transfixed on Billie Joe, his heart pulsating encase the singer woke up, but he reminded himself that the sleeping pills he had put in his coffee were strong. He'd be out for hours; one would knock a horse out. He dialled a familiar number and it rang out. Gritting his teeth he dialled again and the person answered,
"Hello."
"Hey it's Tre."
"Yeah I know."
"So I did it."
"Good. I'll be round in a bit. Is he defiantly out?"
"Yeah he's dead to the world."
"And Mike?"
"Just as you predicted, gone for a walk."
"Great."
"I... I don't know whether I can go through with this."
"You can't back out now Tre, get your act together or you'll be suffering the same fate as Brittany."
Tre gulped,
"Tre? Tre? You still in?"
"Yeah... Yeah I'm still in."
"Great. See you later."
"Bye."
The phone went dead. Tre threw it on the table; he looked at Billie's sleeping body once more. He scratched his head, figuring he'd have to carry him upstairs and tie him up. Ho won earth was he going to move Billie Joe all by himself?
