2 Wheels, 2 Drumsticks and Us, chapter 12
"Ok, ok, I know you're Tré, there's no need to freak out".
"I didnt freak out" sighed Tré as he followed me round the house to the kitchen. I opened a cupboardand pulled out a cup.
"I know!" I smiled. As I poured the drink, Tré started singing Mike's song, 'Nobody likes you' I laughed. "Get singing lessons."
"No! My singing is great so NAH!" he pulled out his tounge and folded his arms.
"Jeez, you're so funny!"
"Yeah, yeah." he walked out the room and I drinked my drink by the sink, that rhymes! I shrugged and laughed.
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"WAKE UP!!!" Yelled Tré as he switched the light on and danced around. "YOU'RE GOING TO SPAIN TODAY!"
"Why?" I moaned.
"Business!".
"I didnt mean THAT why, I meant why the hell are you waking me up?" I hoisted myself up and Tré started to laugh at me. "What?."
"You're hair is funny."
"Tré, It's god know's what in the morning, what the hell do you expect?."
"Sorry."
"Apology accepted, now get lost." I muttered, I never was a morning person.
"Ok" Sighed Tré and plodded out of my room. Aww.. I did love the man but he loved to annoy me. I got up, you know, the normal stuff, get changed, wash, teeth cleaning. I got some breaky and put my stuff in my bag. I was only in spain for a day then I was home for 2 weeks then back to spain for the first race of the season, lets hope I dont cock up this part of my career. Tré and I got in his car and drove off to the airport in silence, I hate silence I HAD to break it.
"Its gonna be difficult" I sighed with a frown and tears were begging to leave my eyes. Tré had a look of sympathy and sadness in his eyes, I could tell that something was wrong with him, poor soul.
"I know, I know."
"It's gonna be difficult but we're gonna make it, right?" I looked at him for an answer but he was too buisy concentrating on driving to answer. "Right." Tré parked the car up and sighed a huge sigh.
"It'll be ok" he reasured and smiled sadly. I patted him on the head and we went inside the airport, stepping into the buisy atmosphere it was like someone speeded time up. We at last by the gate, Tré was looking really upset.
"Tré, Tré? whats up?" I asked worried.
"Umm.. Well... I feel.. I feel that you don't love me like I love you and I don't know were we stand, like, is ther an 'us'?." woah!
"Oh Tré." I hugged him "Of course I love you. I'll be yours if you'll be mine!" He smiled that sad smile again. The final call for my flight could be heard across the huge building. "Be happy, it breaks my heart to see you this way, I love you with all my heart and I'll call you as soon as I get out of the airport in Spain."
"I love you to." Why did he have to make me feel terrible inside with those powerful words? I stepped up the stairs taking my last glance on him for.. for a day? sounds really stupid now doesnt it? I'm crying and I'm only going for a day and a night. I felt horrible, terrible infact. I reached my seat and I had to sit next to a man with a goatee. ah well, at least I can stare out the window and wish that Tré was with me. I make myself sound so misserable, jeez! When ever the food cart went around I just said I didnt want any thing.
"Don't like flying?" asked the guy next to me.
"Yep, normally I love it, I'm just.."
"Unhappy?"
"Yeah." I went back to my window staring. "Thanks for the concern anyway." I mumbled that, its a wonder he understood me.
"Oh.." he was taken aback and I don't think he expected a 'thank you'! "Erm, no probs, I'm Bam, please to meet ya!" I sat up straight and looked at my flight companion.
"Bam Margera! please to meet you too! Wow, my brother would be so jealous if he knew I was here!"
"Ha! Who the fuck are you?"
"Bethan Jones, I'm a motorbike racer. I'm new to motogp this season."
"Cool." I got Bam's mobile number. Once I got out of the airport, I rang Tré, he seemed to be much happier and more cheerful. I was happy that he was happy. I hung up and heard someone yelling.
"BETHAN!" I turned my head towards were the low voice had came from and there was Simon, I was so glad that he was moving to motogp with me. I waved and walked over to me. "I was told to come and pick you up, so I did!"
"Good boy!" I smiled and patted him on his head. I always laughed at his dark, long hair and how it just dangled from his round happy face and dangled over his eyes. I followed him over to a taxi and we travelled to the circuit, on the way I asked how my brother was. Simon said that he was lonely, poor sod! As much as we used to love annoying each other to pieces, we were really good friends. Still are!
"Ah! memories, sharp as daggers." I mumbbled. "We used to play fight constantly! It was real fun."
"I know, he told me."
"Dont moan, you're getting both sides of the story, be greatful mister."
"Fine, but we'e here." Simon payed the taxi dude and he showed me to the garage were my bike and brand new helmet and leathers were. I got changed and went straight out on the track. I was really impressed with the bike, it was a spiffy little Honda machine, lovely! I ended up forth in the testing rankings witch means that I didnt win that BMW (you win it if you get no. 1 in rankings) but I hopped back on the plane both eager to see Tré, happy for the up-coming season and stressed for having to leave him behind in 2 weeks' time.
I dont have a clue if anything interesting happened on the plane 'cus I fell asleep for most of it! I sat next to a preppy girl in about her 20s, for the part of the journey that I was awake for, she kept shooting evil glances at me. I didn't care, I don't really care what the fuck people think of me, because its my life, not thier's. The plane landed safely and everyone got their baggages including me, I wandered through the airport looking for Tré's bright green, spikey hair. Sure enough, I saw Tré's grass-like hair and crowd-dodged as I tried to reach him. I nudged him playfully and he turned around.
"Well hello!" he exclaimed poshy. I laughed and hugged him tightly. "Welcome home, lets get going and make the most of the 1 and a half weeks that we've got together!" I let go of him confused.
"1 and a half?"
"Yep, we're going into studio early."
"Oh." I didn't say much more, I did know that it was gonna be difficult with me travelling all over the place and him and the guys constantly in the studio. They were going to record their forth album, Billie joe had allready writen about 2 or 3 songs for the new album but they like to write the songs in the studio. Tré took me and him to Mike's house before we went home, Billie joe and Adi was already there. Adi was dancing to some music that Mike had put on and Billie thought it was funny, he was sitting on the black sofa with a beer in his hands. Tré went off to the kitchen with Mike and I sat next to Billie on the three seater sofa then Adrienne joined us. "Where's Joey?" I asked her as she picked up her glass from the side.
"Oh, we left him at Ollie's." she said. She was still dancing to the song, Billie however was sipping his drink and smiling wildly at Adrienne. The room was dark with a light in each corner which made the house feel cosy and warm. Billie was in camoflage eith the sofa, he was in a black T-shirt and black jeans, Adrienne was in a green T-shirt and black jeans. Tré walked in (he was wearing something similar to Billie) with 2 drinks and big huge smile on his face. He gave me my drink (Coca cola) and sat on another sofa, still grinning his head off. I got up and sat next to him.
"Hi, Tré!" I sang and nodded my head. Adrienne couldnt stop dancing to the song, I started to sing along quietly. as did Tré, then Mike came in and all 5 of us were sitting in the cosy room sining along.
"Hey ho, lets go hey ho, lets go hey ho, lets go hey ho, lets go
Theyre forming in straight line theyre going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds the blitzkrieg bop
They're piling in the back seat theyre generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat the blitzkrieg bop
Hey ho, lets go shootem in the back now what they want, I dont know
Theyre all reved up and ready to go
They're forming in straight line theyre going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds the blitzkrieg bop
They're piling in the back seat theyre generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat the blitzkrieg bop
Hey ho, lets go shootem in the back now
What they want, I dont know theyre all reved up and ready to go
They're forming in straight line theyre going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds the blitzkrieg bop
They're piling in the back seat theyre generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat the blitzkrieg bop
Hey ho, lets go hey ho, lets go
Hey ho, lets go hey ho, lets go!"
After a real fun evening, Tré drove us home in the dark, I observered the people of the night. Some drunk, some having great fun, some lonely, some homeless, some with broken hearts, some who've just broken a heart. Life can be real cruel, I've learnt that but some people, you just, you just want to cry for them, and it makes you feel real selfish and guilty. A tear dropped from my face, I thinking about my childhood and how fucked up and misserable it was. Tré must have noticed my crying and said.
"Its ok, we'll be home soon." I just sniffed and gave him a weak smile cus that's who I really am; a weak person who may need help in years to come.
"I didnt freak out" sighed Tré as he followed me round the house to the kitchen. I opened a cupboardand pulled out a cup.
"I know!" I smiled. As I poured the drink, Tré started singing Mike's song, 'Nobody likes you' I laughed. "Get singing lessons."
"No! My singing is great so NAH!" he pulled out his tounge and folded his arms.
"Jeez, you're so funny!"
"Yeah, yeah." he walked out the room and I drinked my drink by the sink, that rhymes! I shrugged and laughed.
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"WAKE UP!!!" Yelled Tré as he switched the light on and danced around. "YOU'RE GOING TO SPAIN TODAY!"
"Why?" I moaned.
"Business!".
"I didnt mean THAT why, I meant why the hell are you waking me up?" I hoisted myself up and Tré started to laugh at me. "What?."
"You're hair is funny."
"Tré, It's god know's what in the morning, what the hell do you expect?."
"Sorry."
"Apology accepted, now get lost." I muttered, I never was a morning person.
"Ok" Sighed Tré and plodded out of my room. Aww.. I did love the man but he loved to annoy me. I got up, you know, the normal stuff, get changed, wash, teeth cleaning. I got some breaky and put my stuff in my bag. I was only in spain for a day then I was home for 2 weeks then back to spain for the first race of the season, lets hope I dont cock up this part of my career. Tré and I got in his car and drove off to the airport in silence, I hate silence I HAD to break it.
"Its gonna be difficult" I sighed with a frown and tears were begging to leave my eyes. Tré had a look of sympathy and sadness in his eyes, I could tell that something was wrong with him, poor soul.
"I know, I know."
"It's gonna be difficult but we're gonna make it, right?" I looked at him for an answer but he was too buisy concentrating on driving to answer. "Right." Tré parked the car up and sighed a huge sigh.
"It'll be ok" he reasured and smiled sadly. I patted him on the head and we went inside the airport, stepping into the buisy atmosphere it was like someone speeded time up. We at last by the gate, Tré was looking really upset.
"Tré, Tré? whats up?" I asked worried.
"Umm.. Well... I feel.. I feel that you don't love me like I love you and I don't know were we stand, like, is ther an 'us'?." woah!
"Oh Tré." I hugged him "Of course I love you. I'll be yours if you'll be mine!" He smiled that sad smile again. The final call for my flight could be heard across the huge building. "Be happy, it breaks my heart to see you this way, I love you with all my heart and I'll call you as soon as I get out of the airport in Spain."
"I love you to." Why did he have to make me feel terrible inside with those powerful words? I stepped up the stairs taking my last glance on him for.. for a day? sounds really stupid now doesnt it? I'm crying and I'm only going for a day and a night. I felt horrible, terrible infact. I reached my seat and I had to sit next to a man with a goatee. ah well, at least I can stare out the window and wish that Tré was with me. I make myself sound so misserable, jeez! When ever the food cart went around I just said I didnt want any thing.
"Don't like flying?" asked the guy next to me.
"Yep, normally I love it, I'm just.."
"Unhappy?"
"Yeah." I went back to my window staring. "Thanks for the concern anyway." I mumbled that, its a wonder he understood me.
"Oh.." he was taken aback and I don't think he expected a 'thank you'! "Erm, no probs, I'm Bam, please to meet ya!" I sat up straight and looked at my flight companion.
"Bam Margera! please to meet you too! Wow, my brother would be so jealous if he knew I was here!"
"Ha! Who the fuck are you?"
"Bethan Jones, I'm a motorbike racer. I'm new to motogp this season."
"Cool." I got Bam's mobile number. Once I got out of the airport, I rang Tré, he seemed to be much happier and more cheerful. I was happy that he was happy. I hung up and heard someone yelling.
"BETHAN!" I turned my head towards were the low voice had came from and there was Simon, I was so glad that he was moving to motogp with me. I waved and walked over to me. "I was told to come and pick you up, so I did!"
"Good boy!" I smiled and patted him on his head. I always laughed at his dark, long hair and how it just dangled from his round happy face and dangled over his eyes. I followed him over to a taxi and we travelled to the circuit, on the way I asked how my brother was. Simon said that he was lonely, poor sod! As much as we used to love annoying each other to pieces, we were really good friends. Still are!
"Ah! memories, sharp as daggers." I mumbbled. "We used to play fight constantly! It was real fun."
"I know, he told me."
"Dont moan, you're getting both sides of the story, be greatful mister."
"Fine, but we'e here." Simon payed the taxi dude and he showed me to the garage were my bike and brand new helmet and leathers were. I got changed and went straight out on the track. I was really impressed with the bike, it was a spiffy little Honda machine, lovely! I ended up forth in the testing rankings witch means that I didnt win that BMW (you win it if you get no. 1 in rankings) but I hopped back on the plane both eager to see Tré, happy for the up-coming season and stressed for having to leave him behind in 2 weeks' time.
I dont have a clue if anything interesting happened on the plane 'cus I fell asleep for most of it! I sat next to a preppy girl in about her 20s, for the part of the journey that I was awake for, she kept shooting evil glances at me. I didn't care, I don't really care what the fuck people think of me, because its my life, not thier's. The plane landed safely and everyone got their baggages including me, I wandered through the airport looking for Tré's bright green, spikey hair. Sure enough, I saw Tré's grass-like hair and crowd-dodged as I tried to reach him. I nudged him playfully and he turned around.
"Well hello!" he exclaimed poshy. I laughed and hugged him tightly. "Welcome home, lets get going and make the most of the 1 and a half weeks that we've got together!" I let go of him confused.
"1 and a half?"
"Yep, we're going into studio early."
"Oh." I didn't say much more, I did know that it was gonna be difficult with me travelling all over the place and him and the guys constantly in the studio. They were going to record their forth album, Billie joe had allready writen about 2 or 3 songs for the new album but they like to write the songs in the studio. Tré took me and him to Mike's house before we went home, Billie joe and Adi was already there. Adi was dancing to some music that Mike had put on and Billie thought it was funny, he was sitting on the black sofa with a beer in his hands. Tré went off to the kitchen with Mike and I sat next to Billie on the three seater sofa then Adrienne joined us. "Where's Joey?" I asked her as she picked up her glass from the side.
"Oh, we left him at Ollie's." she said. She was still dancing to the song, Billie however was sipping his drink and smiling wildly at Adrienne. The room was dark with a light in each corner which made the house feel cosy and warm. Billie was in camoflage eith the sofa, he was in a black T-shirt and black jeans, Adrienne was in a green T-shirt and black jeans. Tré walked in (he was wearing something similar to Billie) with 2 drinks and big huge smile on his face. He gave me my drink (Coca cola) and sat on another sofa, still grinning his head off. I got up and sat next to him.
"Hi, Tré!" I sang and nodded my head. Adrienne couldnt stop dancing to the song, I started to sing along quietly. as did Tré, then Mike came in and all 5 of us were sitting in the cosy room sining along.
"Hey ho, lets go hey ho, lets go hey ho, lets go hey ho, lets go
Theyre forming in straight line theyre going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds the blitzkrieg bop
They're piling in the back seat theyre generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat the blitzkrieg bop
Hey ho, lets go shootem in the back now what they want, I dont know
Theyre all reved up and ready to go
They're forming in straight line theyre going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds the blitzkrieg bop
They're piling in the back seat theyre generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat the blitzkrieg bop
Hey ho, lets go shootem in the back now
What they want, I dont know theyre all reved up and ready to go
They're forming in straight line theyre going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds the blitzkrieg bop
They're piling in the back seat theyre generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat the blitzkrieg bop
Hey ho, lets go hey ho, lets go
Hey ho, lets go hey ho, lets go!"
After a real fun evening, Tré drove us home in the dark, I observered the people of the night. Some drunk, some having great fun, some lonely, some homeless, some with broken hearts, some who've just broken a heart. Life can be real cruel, I've learnt that but some people, you just, you just want to cry for them, and it makes you feel real selfish and guilty. A tear dropped from my face, I thinking about my childhood and how fucked up and misserable it was. Tré must have noticed my crying and said.
"Its ok, we'll be home soon." I just sniffed and gave him a weak smile cus that's who I really am; a weak person who may need help in years to come.
