A story about a man losing a grip on life, that man named Tre, chapter 3
"Dammit, I'm losing my fucking pulling power" I mumbled to myself, slouching down on a bar stool.
It had been 3 weeks since I had 'cracked'. I have been trying to find a girl but no such fucking luck. It was as if my head read 'I don't want to shag you, stay away'
"Want ya usual Tre buddy?" the bartender asked.
"Yeah," I replied, resting my head on the palm of my hand.
"Er, excuse me?" someone asked. I looked up to bring my gaze upon a girl. Ok cross that out too. Not a girl, a woman. She had dark chestnut brown hair, deep brown eyes and was wearing a black tank top with black jeans. A smile spread across my face. It shocked me a little. It was the first time i smiled properly in a long time.
"Yeah?" I finally managed to get out.
"Well I was just wondering, if erm, if you could sign this for me?" the woman asked, holding out a napkin and a pen for me.
"What!?" I burst out.
"Oh, erm you are Tre Cool right, that guy from Green Day?" she asked a little startled.
"Oh right, yeah I am," I said a little frustrated, grabbing the pen and napkin and signing it for her.
'Dam teenies' I murmured to myself as the bartender handed over my usual drink. I couldn't believe that even for a second I thought she had actually acknowledged me as a person. But no it was the usual 'guy from Green Day'. I may as well legally change my name to that, after all that's all I get associated with round here. I bet a lot of people don't even realise my actual name is Frank Edwin Wright III. Ok so I'm not saying I like the name and want people to call me it. Of course not, but I wish people would actually know me as a person. That's what I wanted.
I quickly slugged back the rest of the beer and headed back home, giving up on pulling girls, I may as well. I pushed past the hustle and bustle at the door and stumbled out on the sidewalk. I looked up into the sky, it was star filled heaven. Maybe that's where I should be. Not here on this fucked up place called Earth. I brought my gaze away form the sky and jumped about a foot in the air.
"What the fucking fuck fuck!" I screeched, grabbing onto a nearby lamppost as if it was going to save me or something. Stupid Tre. Just stupid.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!" a woman said, holding out a hand for me. I cautiously took it.
"It's ok, I'm not going to eat you or anything!" she said, noticing my nervousness.
I half heartedly laughed and found myself looking into the most beautiful pare of blue sparkling eyes I had ever seen.
"I'm Jana," she said, giving me a killer smile.
"I'm... I'm Tre Cool" I stuttered out, saying my name a bit too fast. Dammit, what happened to the 'play it cool' motto? God Tre, you're so useless.
Jana just laughed, but in a nice way. In such a nice way I felt my stomach do a double flip.
"I didn't mean to make you jump, but I was just worried, seeing you stumble out of the bar then just stare up into the sky," Jana said, looking kindly into my eyes.
"Oh yeah, well thanks, I mean not thanks for making me jump, I just mean thanks for being cautious about me. Ok that wasn't right either, what I mean is..." I mumbled.
Jana stood there giggling at me.
"It's ok, let's get you home anyway," Jana said softly, almost flirtatiously.
I smiled, linked my arm through hers and began walking down the street.
Maybe this was all going to be ok after all. Perhaps I would get along with this foxy Jana girl and get to know her. I wonder how good she is in bed?...
It had been 3 weeks since I had 'cracked'. I have been trying to find a girl but no such fucking luck. It was as if my head read 'I don't want to shag you, stay away'
"Want ya usual Tre buddy?" the bartender asked.
"Yeah," I replied, resting my head on the palm of my hand.
"Er, excuse me?" someone asked. I looked up to bring my gaze upon a girl. Ok cross that out too. Not a girl, a woman. She had dark chestnut brown hair, deep brown eyes and was wearing a black tank top with black jeans. A smile spread across my face. It shocked me a little. It was the first time i smiled properly in a long time.
"Yeah?" I finally managed to get out.
"Well I was just wondering, if erm, if you could sign this for me?" the woman asked, holding out a napkin and a pen for me.
"What!?" I burst out.
"Oh, erm you are Tre Cool right, that guy from Green Day?" she asked a little startled.
"Oh right, yeah I am," I said a little frustrated, grabbing the pen and napkin and signing it for her.
'Dam teenies' I murmured to myself as the bartender handed over my usual drink. I couldn't believe that even for a second I thought she had actually acknowledged me as a person. But no it was the usual 'guy from Green Day'. I may as well legally change my name to that, after all that's all I get associated with round here. I bet a lot of people don't even realise my actual name is Frank Edwin Wright III. Ok so I'm not saying I like the name and want people to call me it. Of course not, but I wish people would actually know me as a person. That's what I wanted.
I quickly slugged back the rest of the beer and headed back home, giving up on pulling girls, I may as well. I pushed past the hustle and bustle at the door and stumbled out on the sidewalk. I looked up into the sky, it was star filled heaven. Maybe that's where I should be. Not here on this fucked up place called Earth. I brought my gaze away form the sky and jumped about a foot in the air.
"What the fucking fuck fuck!" I screeched, grabbing onto a nearby lamppost as if it was going to save me or something. Stupid Tre. Just stupid.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!" a woman said, holding out a hand for me. I cautiously took it.
"It's ok, I'm not going to eat you or anything!" she said, noticing my nervousness.
I half heartedly laughed and found myself looking into the most beautiful pare of blue sparkling eyes I had ever seen.
"I'm Jana," she said, giving me a killer smile.
"I'm... I'm Tre Cool" I stuttered out, saying my name a bit too fast. Dammit, what happened to the 'play it cool' motto? God Tre, you're so useless.
Jana just laughed, but in a nice way. In such a nice way I felt my stomach do a double flip.
"I didn't mean to make you jump, but I was just worried, seeing you stumble out of the bar then just stare up into the sky," Jana said, looking kindly into my eyes.
"Oh yeah, well thanks, I mean not thanks for making me jump, I just mean thanks for being cautious about me. Ok that wasn't right either, what I mean is..." I mumbled.
Jana stood there giggling at me.
"It's ok, let's get you home anyway," Jana said softly, almost flirtatiously.
I smiled, linked my arm through hers and began walking down the street.
Maybe this was all going to be ok after all. Perhaps I would get along with this foxy Jana girl and get to know her. I wonder how good she is in bed?...
