Reagan? Weird name for a girl., chapter 19
Tre hauled his heavy suitcase down the hall. He stopped and collapsed in front of Billie's front door.
"Fuck, this thing is heavy," he huffed, picking himself up off the floor. "You guys done packing yet?"
"Pretty much," Billie said, throwing in some clothes. Mike nodded.
"Sweet." Reagan came down the hallway.
"Ok, my suitcase is in the van. Let's get yours, Tre." She walked over and attempted to pick it up. She failed.
"It's a little heavy," Tre said. She glared at him.
"Thanks for the warning. What, did you pack your whole room in here?" She knelt and pushed it down the hall.
"Come on, Mike, let's help her," Billie said. He knelt beside her and pushed with ehr. Mike went to the front of the suitcase and pulled. They managed to get it outside and hosited it into the van.
"There," Billie said. "It's in there. Let's go get mine and Mike's and get out of here."
-Later, at McDonald's-
"Tre! Wait up!" Mike shouted. Tre ran excitedly into the entrance while Billie, Mike and Reagan walked inside.
"Can I help you?" the cashier asked.
"Yes, you can," Tre said. "I need two number three's, um, eight orders of fries. Let's see, can't get cheeseburgers," he looked at the cashier. "Gives me gas."
"Congratulations," the cashier said dully.
"Um, and twelve ice cream cones!" he exclaimed happily.
"Is that all?" the cashier asked, pushing buttons on the cash register.
"Yep." Reagan, Billie and Mike finally made it in.
"Fifty two dollars and eighty cents," the cashier said, as an employee handed Tre his order. Tre smiled.
"Thanks! Billie, can you buy? Thanks, pal," Tre said, running to find a table. Billie's eyes bulged.
"TRE! What the fuck!?" Mike sighed and pulled out his credit card. Reagan rolled her eyes and walked over to Tre. She sat down, glaring at him.
"What?" Tre asked, his mouth full of fries.
"Nice."
"WHAT?" he shouted.
"Fifty dollars worth of food? Tre, what the hell?"
"I was hungry," he said, licking his ice creams.
"It'd be nice if you'd acted more mature," she murmured, crossing her arms and looking away from Tre.
"Excuse me?" Tre asked, offended.
"You heard me," she snapped.
"What? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?"
"No. It would be nice if you acted your age once in a while," she said.
"Well, SORRY if I want to have fun once in a while." Reagan opened her mouth to say something, but decided not to. Billie and Mike walked over to the table. Mike slapped Tre on the back of his head.
"Nice work, genius," he said.
"OW! What?! I was hungry! God, is that a crime!?"
"Shut up and eat your food," Billie said.
"Why is everyone ganging up on me?" Tre asked. Reagan rolled her eyes.
"I'm going to wait in the car," she said. Tre looked at her disbelievingly.
"WHAT did I DO!?" he shouted.
"Nothing. I'll see you in the car." She grabbed the keys from Billie and shoved her hands in her coat pockets and walked out to the car.
"Fuck, this thing is heavy," he huffed, picking himself up off the floor. "You guys done packing yet?"
"Pretty much," Billie said, throwing in some clothes. Mike nodded.
"Sweet." Reagan came down the hallway.
"Ok, my suitcase is in the van. Let's get yours, Tre." She walked over and attempted to pick it up. She failed.
"It's a little heavy," Tre said. She glared at him.
"Thanks for the warning. What, did you pack your whole room in here?" She knelt and pushed it down the hall.
"Come on, Mike, let's help her," Billie said. He knelt beside her and pushed with ehr. Mike went to the front of the suitcase and pulled. They managed to get it outside and hosited it into the van.
"There," Billie said. "It's in there. Let's go get mine and Mike's and get out of here."
-Later, at McDonald's-
"Tre! Wait up!" Mike shouted. Tre ran excitedly into the entrance while Billie, Mike and Reagan walked inside.
"Can I help you?" the cashier asked.
"Yes, you can," Tre said. "I need two number three's, um, eight orders of fries. Let's see, can't get cheeseburgers," he looked at the cashier. "Gives me gas."
"Congratulations," the cashier said dully.
"Um, and twelve ice cream cones!" he exclaimed happily.
"Is that all?" the cashier asked, pushing buttons on the cash register.
"Yep." Reagan, Billie and Mike finally made it in.
"Fifty two dollars and eighty cents," the cashier said, as an employee handed Tre his order. Tre smiled.
"Thanks! Billie, can you buy? Thanks, pal," Tre said, running to find a table. Billie's eyes bulged.
"TRE! What the fuck!?" Mike sighed and pulled out his credit card. Reagan rolled her eyes and walked over to Tre. She sat down, glaring at him.
"What?" Tre asked, his mouth full of fries.
"Nice."
"WHAT?" he shouted.
"Fifty dollars worth of food? Tre, what the hell?"
"I was hungry," he said, licking his ice creams.
"It'd be nice if you'd acted more mature," she murmured, crossing her arms and looking away from Tre.
"Excuse me?" Tre asked, offended.
"You heard me," she snapped.
"What? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?"
"No. It would be nice if you acted your age once in a while," she said.
"Well, SORRY if I want to have fun once in a while." Reagan opened her mouth to say something, but decided not to. Billie and Mike walked over to the table. Mike slapped Tre on the back of his head.
"Nice work, genius," he said.
"OW! What?! I was hungry! God, is that a crime!?"
"Shut up and eat your food," Billie said.
"Why is everyone ganging up on me?" Tre asked. Reagan rolled her eyes.
"I'm going to wait in the car," she said. Tre looked at her disbelievingly.
"WHAT did I DO!?" he shouted.
"Nothing. I'll see you in the car." She grabbed the keys from Billie and shoved her hands in her coat pockets and walked out to the car.
