Reagan? Weird name for a girl., chapter 4
Billie was about to join Reagan in the bedroom when the phone rang. "H'lo? Oh, hey, mom." Tre darted his attention towards Billie and smiled. "HI BILLIE'S MOM!!" He shouted. Billie laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, that was Tre. Listen, I've got a friend sleeping over tonight. Is that ok? It is? Good. Alright, ten o'clock. See you then. Love you, too. Bye." He looked at Tre and laughed. "You're so dumb." Tre looked taken aback. "Hey! Your mom loves me!" He stood up from the couch. "And who couldn't? I am Tre Cool." Billie rolled his eyes. "Well, Tre Cool better stay on that couch before Tre Cool is no more." Reagan said, suddenly emerging from the bedroom.
Tre pouted and plopped back down on the couch. He stuck his tounge out at her and turned his back on her. She laughed. "I don't wanna talk to either of you anymore." Tre said in a five-year-old voice. Billie and Reagan looked at each other. "Alright, then. Looks like you're the new drummer for our band, Reagan, considering Tre doesn't want to talk to us anymore." She shrugged. "Guess so." Tre turned around, looking horrified. "WHAT!?" Billie laughed. "That's not funny, Billie." Tre said, trying to hold in a smile. "What is that I see? Is that a smile, Tre Cool?" Tre smiled ever so slightly, hoping Billie wouldn't notice.
He turned serious again. Or, he tried, at least. "No. Why would I smile when you want to replace your best friend?" Tre asked, trying very hard not to smile. "I never said I was replacing Mike." Billie said, smirking. Tre smiled finally. "Ok, fine. I guess I could take back what I said. I'll talk to you again." Tre said. Billie laughed and ran to the couch. Tre, about to be tackled, took cover under the blanket. Billie charged him and leaped on top of him. "OW! BILLIE, YOU WEIGH LIKE 800 FUCKING POUNDS! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Billie hesitated. "800 pounds?!" He found Tre under the blanket and put him in a head lock. He ran his knuckles through Tre's hair. "OW! FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!" He broke away from Billie and sat on the couch, panting. "You fucking suck, man." He sunk into the couch. Billie laughed and got up. "Let's turn on some music." He said. He disappeared into his room to find some CD's.
He came back with an arm full of CD's. He sat on the floor next to the stereo and looked throught them. "Lets see... Nope.... Shit.... Naw.... AHA! Here we go!" He put in a mixed CD he made. It had the Ramones, Beatles, AC DC, Ozzy, and other rock bands. "You into this stuff?" He asked Reagan. She nodded, rubbing her forehead. "Why don't you go lay down?" Tre asked. "I went to go get something, but now I don't remember what it was." She got up and stood in the middle of the kitchen floor. "What the hell was it?" She mumbled. "Whatever. I'm going to bed." Billie got up and escorted her into his room.
Reagan flopped down on the bed. She heard Tre belting out lyrics to "Crazy Train" by Ozzy. She laughed. "Yeah, Tre can really be loud when he wants to." Billie said, searching his closet for extra pillows and blankets. She nodded. "Ah, this headache is killing me." She slammed the pillow over her head. "Just get a hammer and end it. Just kill me now." Billie laughed. "Come on, now. Just get some sleep. I'll wait up for Mike and Josh. I have to wait for my mom, anyway." She took the pillow off and looked at him. "Where'd they go?" She asked. Billie shrugged. "Dunno. Mike wanted to show him something." He found a pillow and blanket and sat on the bed. He put the pillow under her head and draped the blanket over her body. He laid down beside her and stroked her forehead. "Awww, poor baby." He siad in a mother-like voice. "Haha." She said sarcastically. He smiled. "You gonna be ok?" She nodded. "Ok, good. I'll come to bed in..." he looked at his alarm clock. It said 9:45. "An hour or so." He kissed her goodnight and went back to join Tre.
Fifteen minutes passed and Regan fell asleep. Mrs. Armstrong came in the door looking very, very tired. "Hi, honey." Billie looked up from the television. "Hey, mom." Tre smiled. "Hiya. You should see Billie's new girlfriend. She's really nice." She looked at Billie. "New girlfriend? Is she the one sleeping over?" Billie nodded. "Where is she?" Then, out of coincidence, Regan stumbled out of the room. "Oh, I'm sorry. Hi, I'm Reagan." She held out her hand. Mrs. Armstrong shook it, looking worried. "You poor thing, you look awful." She sat Reagan down on a stool and got a washcloth. She put some cold water on it and laid it over her forehead. "I'm fine, really. Just a headache." Billie got up and put her on his lap. "Oh, yeah. Just a headache you've had for the past hour." He said. She laid her head on his chest. "I'll take it from here, mom. Thanks." He carried her back in the bedroom. "Now stay here." He walked out of the room and took some water from the fridge. "Well, I like her so far." His mom said. "I'm gonna turn in. Goodnight, boys." Tre and Billie waved. "I'm gonna go to bed, too. Night Tre." Tre waved at Billie. He went into his room. He laid down beside Reagan and looked at her. "Feeling better?" He asked. She nodded. "A little." He kissed her and turned off the lamp. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and fell asleep.
Tre pouted and plopped back down on the couch. He stuck his tounge out at her and turned his back on her. She laughed. "I don't wanna talk to either of you anymore." Tre said in a five-year-old voice. Billie and Reagan looked at each other. "Alright, then. Looks like you're the new drummer for our band, Reagan, considering Tre doesn't want to talk to us anymore." She shrugged. "Guess so." Tre turned around, looking horrified. "WHAT!?" Billie laughed. "That's not funny, Billie." Tre said, trying to hold in a smile. "What is that I see? Is that a smile, Tre Cool?" Tre smiled ever so slightly, hoping Billie wouldn't notice.
He turned serious again. Or, he tried, at least. "No. Why would I smile when you want to replace your best friend?" Tre asked, trying very hard not to smile. "I never said I was replacing Mike." Billie said, smirking. Tre smiled finally. "Ok, fine. I guess I could take back what I said. I'll talk to you again." Tre said. Billie laughed and ran to the couch. Tre, about to be tackled, took cover under the blanket. Billie charged him and leaped on top of him. "OW! BILLIE, YOU WEIGH LIKE 800 FUCKING POUNDS! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Billie hesitated. "800 pounds?!" He found Tre under the blanket and put him in a head lock. He ran his knuckles through Tre's hair. "OW! FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!" He broke away from Billie and sat on the couch, panting. "You fucking suck, man." He sunk into the couch. Billie laughed and got up. "Let's turn on some music." He said. He disappeared into his room to find some CD's.
He came back with an arm full of CD's. He sat on the floor next to the stereo and looked throught them. "Lets see... Nope.... Shit.... Naw.... AHA! Here we go!" He put in a mixed CD he made. It had the Ramones, Beatles, AC DC, Ozzy, and other rock bands. "You into this stuff?" He asked Reagan. She nodded, rubbing her forehead. "Why don't you go lay down?" Tre asked. "I went to go get something, but now I don't remember what it was." She got up and stood in the middle of the kitchen floor. "What the hell was it?" She mumbled. "Whatever. I'm going to bed." Billie got up and escorted her into his room.
Reagan flopped down on the bed. She heard Tre belting out lyrics to "Crazy Train" by Ozzy. She laughed. "Yeah, Tre can really be loud when he wants to." Billie said, searching his closet for extra pillows and blankets. She nodded. "Ah, this headache is killing me." She slammed the pillow over her head. "Just get a hammer and end it. Just kill me now." Billie laughed. "Come on, now. Just get some sleep. I'll wait up for Mike and Josh. I have to wait for my mom, anyway." She took the pillow off and looked at him. "Where'd they go?" She asked. Billie shrugged. "Dunno. Mike wanted to show him something." He found a pillow and blanket and sat on the bed. He put the pillow under her head and draped the blanket over her body. He laid down beside her and stroked her forehead. "Awww, poor baby." He siad in a mother-like voice. "Haha." She said sarcastically. He smiled. "You gonna be ok?" She nodded. "Ok, good. I'll come to bed in..." he looked at his alarm clock. It said 9:45. "An hour or so." He kissed her goodnight and went back to join Tre.
Fifteen minutes passed and Regan fell asleep. Mrs. Armstrong came in the door looking very, very tired. "Hi, honey." Billie looked up from the television. "Hey, mom." Tre smiled. "Hiya. You should see Billie's new girlfriend. She's really nice." She looked at Billie. "New girlfriend? Is she the one sleeping over?" Billie nodded. "Where is she?" Then, out of coincidence, Regan stumbled out of the room. "Oh, I'm sorry. Hi, I'm Reagan." She held out her hand. Mrs. Armstrong shook it, looking worried. "You poor thing, you look awful." She sat Reagan down on a stool and got a washcloth. She put some cold water on it and laid it over her forehead. "I'm fine, really. Just a headache." Billie got up and put her on his lap. "Oh, yeah. Just a headache you've had for the past hour." He said. She laid her head on his chest. "I'll take it from here, mom. Thanks." He carried her back in the bedroom. "Now stay here." He walked out of the room and took some water from the fridge. "Well, I like her so far." His mom said. "I'm gonna turn in. Goodnight, boys." Tre and Billie waved. "I'm gonna go to bed, too. Night Tre." Tre waved at Billie. He went into his room. He laid down beside Reagan and looked at her. "Feeling better?" He asked. She nodded. "A little." He kissed her and turned off the lamp. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and fell asleep.
