A story about a man losing a grip on life, that man named Tre, chapter 2
"We're back Tre!" Billie shouted, running down the stairs with two crates of beer.
Tre looked up and saw that Billie was drenched from head to toe. Yet he still looked perfect. As usual.
Billie placed the crates of beer on the table, sitting down next to me, or rather sitting near me, leaving a big gap between us. It made me feel as if I had some sort of disease, which I didn't. I looked up and saw Mike walk slowly down the stairs, not making eye contact with me at all. I suppose I should apologise, but so should he! Ok I'm going to apologise.
"Mi-" I started to say but was cut off as Mike started to say my name at the same time.
"Oh, sorry Tre, you first" Mike said, still not making eye contact with me.
"I just wanned to say sorry for flipping out that's all" I said gruffly.
"Oh yeah, well yeah ok..." Mike answered, opening up a beer can.
Billie spat out his beer with laughter. "Guys, you sound like two people on a first date not knowing what to say to each other!" Billie laughed. "Oh Mike! Take me I'm yours" Billie said in a girlie voice, fluttering his eyelashes.
"Shut up Billie! God I can't even apologise without having the piss taken out of me!" I moaned. This made Billie laugh even more. He placed his beer on the shelf, before it spilt all over the floor with him laughing so much.
Shit! Why am I flipping out at everything? He was only joking for gods sake, ok chill Tre, have a drink and let it go. I tried to convince myself.
I grabbed a beer from the crate and slugged the drink back, along with my thoughts.
"Whoa! Me thought you weren't going to touch the stuff, tut tut naughty Tre!" Billie said. I just gave him a fake smile.
"Well, how can I possibly resist a drink with my friends" I said, emphasising the word friends slightly. They obviously didn't notice the mood in my voice as the pair just started having a burping contest. Gross. What the fuck! Normally it's some sort of girl who says a burping contest is gross not me! I mean hello I'm Tre Cool, the champions of all champions at burping contests, I can not possibly call them gross. Oh my fucking god! I'm turning into a girl!
"Hahaha sucker!" Mike suddenly shouted, spraying Billie with beer, splattering me on the leg slightly. Mike had obviously won.
"Ah, winners luck Mike, winners luck!" Billie retorted.
Mike just laughed, slugging back more beer.
"It's only a fucking burping contest!" I said a little shirley. I couldn't help myself.
"Er Tre, have you been smoking pot again? you're the one who starts these contests anyway, so excuse me stop being such a hypocrite," Mike suddenly said.
I decided to ignore this comment. God, I have to at least try to have a good time, but how can I? I know this sounds pretty harsh, but I have been realising how boring these guys are. It's the same old thing. Sex. Drugs. Drink. Tour.
Ok so maybe the sex part in that list is ok. I think I'll cross that out then.
Oh come to think of it, when was the last time i actually had some pleasure, not counting masturbating. Oh my fucking god!!!!!!! Two whole days!!! Wow, i broke my record. Oh Tre, focus dude, focus. I really need to get myself a girl. Right. I'll arrange it with the guys.
"Er, guys, I've been thinking..." I started.
"Wow, Tre are you positive you're not taking drugs, I mean you, thinking?!" Mike laughed, obviously pissed already.
"Yeah, I've bee thinking, isn't it about time I got myself a girl?" I said. Dammit Tre how desperate did that sound? I asked myself.
"Well, erm I suppose, it's been what? 5 months since your divorce form Claudia already?" Billie questioned. And yes Billie can actually count when he's pissed. Surprisingly.
"Aaawww Tre wants himself a lil shex buddeh!" Mike squealed, running round the room. I swear he's turning into me.
"No! well ok yes, but I mean it's not all about the sex guys" I replied.
"Wow, Tre actually thinks there's more to life than sex! shock horror Mike!" Billie shouted across the room to Mike, who was now sprawling on the floor form tripping over one of my drumsticks.
"For once in your fucking life Billie, stop judging me and sop taking the piss out of me!" I shouted, knocking the crates of beer off the table. That was it. I had finally cracked.
Tre looked up and saw that Billie was drenched from head to toe. Yet he still looked perfect. As usual.
Billie placed the crates of beer on the table, sitting down next to me, or rather sitting near me, leaving a big gap between us. It made me feel as if I had some sort of disease, which I didn't. I looked up and saw Mike walk slowly down the stairs, not making eye contact with me at all. I suppose I should apologise, but so should he! Ok I'm going to apologise.
"Mi-" I started to say but was cut off as Mike started to say my name at the same time.
"Oh, sorry Tre, you first" Mike said, still not making eye contact with me.
"I just wanned to say sorry for flipping out that's all" I said gruffly.
"Oh yeah, well yeah ok..." Mike answered, opening up a beer can.
Billie spat out his beer with laughter. "Guys, you sound like two people on a first date not knowing what to say to each other!" Billie laughed. "Oh Mike! Take me I'm yours" Billie said in a girlie voice, fluttering his eyelashes.
"Shut up Billie! God I can't even apologise without having the piss taken out of me!" I moaned. This made Billie laugh even more. He placed his beer on the shelf, before it spilt all over the floor with him laughing so much.
Shit! Why am I flipping out at everything? He was only joking for gods sake, ok chill Tre, have a drink and let it go. I tried to convince myself.
I grabbed a beer from the crate and slugged the drink back, along with my thoughts.
"Whoa! Me thought you weren't going to touch the stuff, tut tut naughty Tre!" Billie said. I just gave him a fake smile.
"Well, how can I possibly resist a drink with my friends" I said, emphasising the word friends slightly. They obviously didn't notice the mood in my voice as the pair just started having a burping contest. Gross. What the fuck! Normally it's some sort of girl who says a burping contest is gross not me! I mean hello I'm Tre Cool, the champions of all champions at burping contests, I can not possibly call them gross. Oh my fucking god! I'm turning into a girl!
"Hahaha sucker!" Mike suddenly shouted, spraying Billie with beer, splattering me on the leg slightly. Mike had obviously won.
"Ah, winners luck Mike, winners luck!" Billie retorted.
Mike just laughed, slugging back more beer.
"It's only a fucking burping contest!" I said a little shirley. I couldn't help myself.
"Er Tre, have you been smoking pot again? you're the one who starts these contests anyway, so excuse me stop being such a hypocrite," Mike suddenly said.
I decided to ignore this comment. God, I have to at least try to have a good time, but how can I? I know this sounds pretty harsh, but I have been realising how boring these guys are. It's the same old thing. Sex. Drugs. Drink. Tour.
Ok so maybe the sex part in that list is ok. I think I'll cross that out then.
Oh come to think of it, when was the last time i actually had some pleasure, not counting masturbating. Oh my fucking god!!!!!!! Two whole days!!! Wow, i broke my record. Oh Tre, focus dude, focus. I really need to get myself a girl. Right. I'll arrange it with the guys.
"Er, guys, I've been thinking..." I started.
"Wow, Tre are you positive you're not taking drugs, I mean you, thinking?!" Mike laughed, obviously pissed already.
"Yeah, I've bee thinking, isn't it about time I got myself a girl?" I said. Dammit Tre how desperate did that sound? I asked myself.
"Well, erm I suppose, it's been what? 5 months since your divorce form Claudia already?" Billie questioned. And yes Billie can actually count when he's pissed. Surprisingly.
"Aaawww Tre wants himself a lil shex buddeh!" Mike squealed, running round the room. I swear he's turning into me.
"No! well ok yes, but I mean it's not all about the sex guys" I replied.
"Wow, Tre actually thinks there's more to life than sex! shock horror Mike!" Billie shouted across the room to Mike, who was now sprawling on the floor form tripping over one of my drumsticks.
"For once in your fucking life Billie, stop judging me and sop taking the piss out of me!" I shouted, knocking the crates of beer off the table. That was it. I had finally cracked.
