Reagan? Weird name for a girl., chapter 18
"OOO! They have new drumsticks! I'm gonna go look!" Tre shouted, running into the music store. Reagan went to look at the guitars with Billie.
"So, how are things with you and Tre?" He asked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Things are going great. Except..."
"Except what?" She turned and looked at him.
"He doesn't know when to be serious, you know? Sometimes I wish he would just wise up when he needs to. I mean, I love his funny side. But, there are times when he needs to be serious, but he never is."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." There was a big bang. Reagan and Billie looked at each other and ran towards the noise. Tre was standing with a man. The manager, by the looks of it. Tre, looking up at him with an innocent face, while the man glared back down at him with a red face.
"Get OUT!" he shouted at Tre.
"What's going on?" Reagan asked. The man turned and looked at her.
"This punk thought it would be funny to climb the shelves and throw guitar picks and drum sticks and this young man." He pointed to a terrified- looking seventeen year old boy.
"Well, he was checkin' out my girlfriend!" Tre protested.
"YOU CAUSED OVER TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS WORTH OF DAMAGE, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!!" the man shouted. He grabbed Tre by the back of the shirt and threw him out of the store. Tre landed on the ground with a thud.
"Well," Tre huffed. "How rude." He stood up and brushed himself off. "Now what?"
"I think we should get out of here before you get yourself kicked out of any more stores," Billie said.
"Good idea," Reagan said.
"Ok, fine," Tre pouted.
-Back home-
"MIKE!" Tre shouted.
"What?" Mike shouted back.
"Guess what?!"
"What?"
"THE RAMONES ARE COMING TO CALIFORNIA!!!" Mike shot up and turned to Tre.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS!?"
"YEAH, DUDE! WE ARE SO THERE!!"
"HELL YES WE ARE! LET'S GO TELL BILLIE!"
"OK!"
"HEY, TRE!"
"YEAH!?"
"WHY ARE WE STILL SHOUTING!?"
"I don't know."
"Alright, let's go tell him!"
"OK!" They ran upstairs and barged into Billie's room.
"HEY BILLIE!" They screamed together.
"What?"
"RAMONES ARE COMING TO CALIFORNIA!!" they shouted together.
"REALLY!?" Billie screamed.
"YEAH!"
"AND WE'RE GOING!"
"REALLY!?"
"YEAH!"
"Woah, what's going on?" Reagan asked, coming into Billie's room.
"RAMONES ARE COMING TO CALIFORNIA!!" They all shouted together.
"Cool. Are you guys going?"
"No," Tre said. "We all are. Feast you eyes, compadres," he said, pulling out four tickets.
"NO WAY!" Mike shouted. "YOU ALREADY GOT THEM!?"
"Yep. Think of it as an early Christmas present."
"When is it?" Billie asked hopefully.
"Tuesday. Which gives us time to pack and load up the van and get the hell outta here! But, we need to get out of here in twenty minutes."
"Why?"
"Because McDonald's closes in half an hour!"
"Oh, well, let's get crackin'!" Billie shouted. They all seperated and started packing.
"Tre, this is gonna be SO fun!" Reagan shouted, sitting on Tre's bed, watching him pack.
"I know. I can't wait." He closed his suitcase and threw it on the floor. He climbed onto his bed and laid on top of her. "It will be awesome," he said, kissing her.
"Hey, Tre, can I borrow-" Billie sighed. "Not again. Never mind." He sighed and walked back to his room. Mike sat in Billie's room, packing his stuff.
"What's up, dude? You don't look so good."
"Nothing," he said simply.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"It's Reagan, isn't it?" Billie looked at him.
"How'd you know?"
"The way you look at her, I know, dude." Billie sighed.
"I don't know, I just can't stand seeing her with Tre."
"And not with you?"
"Yeah."
"Well," Mike said, clapping him on the shoulder. "We're going to see the Ramones, that'll get your mind off of her."
"I sure hope so."
"So, how are things with you and Tre?" He asked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Things are going great. Except..."
"Except what?" She turned and looked at him.
"He doesn't know when to be serious, you know? Sometimes I wish he would just wise up when he needs to. I mean, I love his funny side. But, there are times when he needs to be serious, but he never is."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." There was a big bang. Reagan and Billie looked at each other and ran towards the noise. Tre was standing with a man. The manager, by the looks of it. Tre, looking up at him with an innocent face, while the man glared back down at him with a red face.
"Get OUT!" he shouted at Tre.
"What's going on?" Reagan asked. The man turned and looked at her.
"This punk thought it would be funny to climb the shelves and throw guitar picks and drum sticks and this young man." He pointed to a terrified- looking seventeen year old boy.
"Well, he was checkin' out my girlfriend!" Tre protested.
"YOU CAUSED OVER TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS WORTH OF DAMAGE, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!!" the man shouted. He grabbed Tre by the back of the shirt and threw him out of the store. Tre landed on the ground with a thud.
"Well," Tre huffed. "How rude." He stood up and brushed himself off. "Now what?"
"I think we should get out of here before you get yourself kicked out of any more stores," Billie said.
"Good idea," Reagan said.
"Ok, fine," Tre pouted.
-Back home-
"MIKE!" Tre shouted.
"What?" Mike shouted back.
"Guess what?!"
"What?"
"THE RAMONES ARE COMING TO CALIFORNIA!!!" Mike shot up and turned to Tre.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS!?"
"YEAH, DUDE! WE ARE SO THERE!!"
"HELL YES WE ARE! LET'S GO TELL BILLIE!"
"OK!"
"HEY, TRE!"
"YEAH!?"
"WHY ARE WE STILL SHOUTING!?"
"I don't know."
"Alright, let's go tell him!"
"OK!" They ran upstairs and barged into Billie's room.
"HEY BILLIE!" They screamed together.
"What?"
"RAMONES ARE COMING TO CALIFORNIA!!" they shouted together.
"REALLY!?" Billie screamed.
"YEAH!"
"AND WE'RE GOING!"
"REALLY!?"
"YEAH!"
"Woah, what's going on?" Reagan asked, coming into Billie's room.
"RAMONES ARE COMING TO CALIFORNIA!!" They all shouted together.
"Cool. Are you guys going?"
"No," Tre said. "We all are. Feast you eyes, compadres," he said, pulling out four tickets.
"NO WAY!" Mike shouted. "YOU ALREADY GOT THEM!?"
"Yep. Think of it as an early Christmas present."
"When is it?" Billie asked hopefully.
"Tuesday. Which gives us time to pack and load up the van and get the hell outta here! But, we need to get out of here in twenty minutes."
"Why?"
"Because McDonald's closes in half an hour!"
"Oh, well, let's get crackin'!" Billie shouted. They all seperated and started packing.
"Tre, this is gonna be SO fun!" Reagan shouted, sitting on Tre's bed, watching him pack.
"I know. I can't wait." He closed his suitcase and threw it on the floor. He climbed onto his bed and laid on top of her. "It will be awesome," he said, kissing her.
"Hey, Tre, can I borrow-" Billie sighed. "Not again. Never mind." He sighed and walked back to his room. Mike sat in Billie's room, packing his stuff.
"What's up, dude? You don't look so good."
"Nothing," he said simply.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"It's Reagan, isn't it?" Billie looked at him.
"How'd you know?"
"The way you look at her, I know, dude." Billie sighed.
"I don't know, I just can't stand seeing her with Tre."
"And not with you?"
"Yeah."
"Well," Mike said, clapping him on the shoulder. "We're going to see the Ramones, that'll get your mind off of her."
"I sure hope so."
