You Don't Understand, chapter 1
Are you ganna be alright on your own?" Mike asked Billie as they pulled up infront of the block of flats where Billie once lived with his parents, his older siblins had moved out soon after Billie was born.
"I,ll be fine I have to see it for one last time, where are you going now?" Billie asked Mike
"oh I'll go to Tre's"
"cya" Billie gave Mike one last look then turned and walked to the, soon to be demolished, block of flats. He climbed over the do-not-cross barrier and entered the flats.
*meanwhile*
"hey, Tre'" Mike shouted as he took his jaket of and hung it on the hook next to the door.
"Hi, Mike, come watch some TV"
Mike did as he was told and sat next to Tre' on the sofa.
"how longs Billie gonna be?" Tre' asked
"about an hour or longer maybe" Mike guessed
"That gives us lots of time to ourself then" Tre' said softly his mouth now only and inch away from Mikes.
*Back at the flats"
Billie stood outside the door of his old flat, 586 was printed on the door he took a deep breath and walked inside.
The Armstrong flat had been derelict for some time now, dust and cobwebs hung from the corners of the corridor. Ahead of him was a door which was slightly ajar it lead him to the living room, a huge window was infront of him, he looked out and below him he could see the feild where his older bro taught him to play soccer when he was just 5 years old. Among these happy memories there was some sad ones.
When Billie joe walked into his old bedroom he remembered the day his fater died he had cried into his pillow for so meny nights after that day. As Billie remembered this he felt a cold tear run down his cheek, he quickly wiped it away and looked round the room, which had given him so meny insperations for so meny songs for last time, old posters where crumbling off thw walls, and songs Billie had started but never finished were scattered on the floor.
Billie Walked around the flat for a while, he could see the cold air that he breathed, and he woundered if his fater was still here haunting him forever.
*back at Tre's*
*RING**RING* Tre' turned over and picked up the phone which lie on the table next to the bed.
"yea?" Tre' asked into the phone
"Hi, its Billie i'm outside can you let me in?"
"yea , sure thing" Tre' put the phone down and turned to Mike who was lying in bed next to him.
"Mike quickly get your clothes on Billies here"
"OHHHH.... he's back so soon I didn't think he would be back for another half an hour" Mike said looking at the clock.
Tre' quickly did the buttons up on his shirt as he ran downstairs to unlock the door.
"Where's Mike" Billie asked as he walked through the door.
"toilet" Tre' replyed a little to quickly which made Billie joe suspicious
Mike soon came downstairs looking a little red and his hair was messed up.
"Hi, Mike" Billie said sitting on the sofa drinking a can of larger. "did your Dookie go Kerplunk in the toilet?"
Mike smirked.
That night the boys talked and drank until late when Billie had to go back to his house. Mike and Tre' were left alone again. Tre' smiled at Mike and Mike smiled back, as Tre' lead Mike upstairs.
"I,ll be fine I have to see it for one last time, where are you going now?" Billie asked Mike
"oh I'll go to Tre's"
"cya" Billie gave Mike one last look then turned and walked to the, soon to be demolished, block of flats. He climbed over the do-not-cross barrier and entered the flats.
*meanwhile*
"hey, Tre'" Mike shouted as he took his jaket of and hung it on the hook next to the door.
"Hi, Mike, come watch some TV"
Mike did as he was told and sat next to Tre' on the sofa.
"how longs Billie gonna be?" Tre' asked
"about an hour or longer maybe" Mike guessed
"That gives us lots of time to ourself then" Tre' said softly his mouth now only and inch away from Mikes.
*Back at the flats"
Billie stood outside the door of his old flat, 586 was printed on the door he took a deep breath and walked inside.
The Armstrong flat had been derelict for some time now, dust and cobwebs hung from the corners of the corridor. Ahead of him was a door which was slightly ajar it lead him to the living room, a huge window was infront of him, he looked out and below him he could see the feild where his older bro taught him to play soccer when he was just 5 years old. Among these happy memories there was some sad ones.
When Billie joe walked into his old bedroom he remembered the day his fater died he had cried into his pillow for so meny nights after that day. As Billie remembered this he felt a cold tear run down his cheek, he quickly wiped it away and looked round the room, which had given him so meny insperations for so meny songs for last time, old posters where crumbling off thw walls, and songs Billie had started but never finished were scattered on the floor.
Billie Walked around the flat for a while, he could see the cold air that he breathed, and he woundered if his fater was still here haunting him forever.
*back at Tre's*
*RING**RING* Tre' turned over and picked up the phone which lie on the table next to the bed.
"yea?" Tre' asked into the phone
"Hi, its Billie i'm outside can you let me in?"
"yea , sure thing" Tre' put the phone down and turned to Mike who was lying in bed next to him.
"Mike quickly get your clothes on Billies here"
"OHHHH.... he's back so soon I didn't think he would be back for another half an hour" Mike said looking at the clock.
Tre' quickly did the buttons up on his shirt as he ran downstairs to unlock the door.
"Where's Mike" Billie asked as he walked through the door.
"toilet" Tre' replyed a little to quickly which made Billie joe suspicious
Mike soon came downstairs looking a little red and his hair was messed up.
"Hi, Mike" Billie said sitting on the sofa drinking a can of larger. "did your Dookie go Kerplunk in the toilet?"
Mike smirked.
That night the boys talked and drank until late when Billie had to go back to his house. Mike and Tre' were left alone again. Tre' smiled at Mike and Mike smiled back, as Tre' lead Mike upstairs.
