One Last Chance, chapter 1
Billie Joe was never good with girls. I mean this in the nicest possible way but it was true no matter what I say. He would find a nice girl who he could talk to like a human being, but as soon as a prettier girl came along he had vanished and the other girl would never hear from him again. That was until him and the pretty one had either broken up or killed each other, and then they wouldn't want to speak to him because he'd dumped them for some cheap prostitute. But all in all there was one word to describe his love life and that was "pathetic".
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"Were the fuck is the lazy bastard!" Tre cool muttered to himself as Mike came and slouched in the chair next to him.
"Who you talkin' about?" he asked once he'd got comfortable.
"Who do you think I would be talking about when the words lazy fuck and bastard come into the same sentence?"
"Ah, yeah. Billie Joe can be really irresponsible some times."
Tre stood up, grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and sat back down opposite Mike in the kitchen.
They sat in silence for around three minuets or so just slowly sipping beer, and waiting for Billie Joe to knock on the door. They needed to get to the meeting with the person who owned the building they wanted to do the concert in, and get the deal in the bag so they didn't loose their possible slot in the stadium to The Pussycat dolls or some other Chavy band that perform such terrible song that you could easily die of boredom listening to it them.
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"Ahh, SHIT. God, Simone, Simone, Simone. How the hell do you d... ." Billie Joe didn't get to finish his sentence because at that moment Mike came bursting into Tres spare room (because that was were Billie Joe was staying) and swore very loudly and very violently at the sight of Billie Joe and his latest Tarty girl friend writhing with the sheets barely on their naked bodies.
"Fuck sake dude. Can't you go one night without fucking some Bimbo?"
Billie Joe sat up in bed pulling the covers further onto him. "Mike? Um... How pleasant to see you. This is Simone a dear friend of mine."
"I'm not Dear, I'm very cheap considering all the kinky stuff you wan..."
"Ye.. Ahem...well?... what do you?... um? want?"
"Down stairs in Five minuets or else."
Billie Joe pulled himself off the bed, slowly got dressed and wandered down stairs to meet the other guy's.
"Oh. So he IS alive after all. What a surprise." Tre announced loudly as Billie Joe entered the room. "Right. My car's gone in for service because of the...um... misplacing...shall we say..of it last night. Mikes is crap so that looks like it only leaves Billie Joes but he to fucking high to dive, so we're boned unless he lets one of us drive his car for ONCE."
They looked at Billie Joe waiting for him to say they couldn't use it but he was to pissed off to argue and passed the keys to Tre after a moment or two of hesitation. The band members all piled into the car and set off to the meeting.
***
"Were the fuck is the lazy bastard!" Tre cool muttered to himself as Mike came and slouched in the chair next to him.
"Who you talkin' about?" he asked once he'd got comfortable.
"Who do you think I would be talking about when the words lazy fuck and bastard come into the same sentence?"
"Ah, yeah. Billie Joe can be really irresponsible some times."
Tre stood up, grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and sat back down opposite Mike in the kitchen.
They sat in silence for around three minuets or so just slowly sipping beer, and waiting for Billie Joe to knock on the door. They needed to get to the meeting with the person who owned the building they wanted to do the concert in, and get the deal in the bag so they didn't loose their possible slot in the stadium to The Pussycat dolls or some other Chavy band that perform such terrible song that you could easily die of boredom listening to it them.
***
"Ahh, SHIT. God, Simone, Simone, Simone. How the hell do you d... ." Billie Joe didn't get to finish his sentence because at that moment Mike came bursting into Tres spare room (because that was were Billie Joe was staying) and swore very loudly and very violently at the sight of Billie Joe and his latest Tarty girl friend writhing with the sheets barely on their naked bodies.
"Fuck sake dude. Can't you go one night without fucking some Bimbo?"
Billie Joe sat up in bed pulling the covers further onto him. "Mike? Um... How pleasant to see you. This is Simone a dear friend of mine."
"I'm not Dear, I'm very cheap considering all the kinky stuff you wan..."
"Ye.. Ahem...well?... what do you?... um? want?"
"Down stairs in Five minuets or else."
Billie Joe pulled himself off the bed, slowly got dressed and wandered down stairs to meet the other guy's.
"Oh. So he IS alive after all. What a surprise." Tre announced loudly as Billie Joe entered the room. "Right. My car's gone in for service because of the...um... misplacing...shall we say..of it last night. Mikes is crap so that looks like it only leaves Billie Joes but he to fucking high to dive, so we're boned unless he lets one of us drive his car for ONCE."
They looked at Billie Joe waiting for him to say they couldn't use it but he was to pissed off to argue and passed the keys to Tre after a moment or two of hesitation. The band members all piled into the car and set off to the meeting.
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