2 Wheels, 2 Drumsticks and Us, chapter 13
"You seem lost in thought! What's up?" wondered Tré aloud.
"Mmm.... What? Oh... yeah, I was! I'm fine" I mumbled. I was almost in a trance at the dinner table the next morning after Tré's 'rock & roll wakeup'. Actually it was funny, he set a snare drum and a crash cymbal in my room and beat the hell outta them. Here we were in the kitchen, Tré eating coco pops, me eating toast and ocdasionally getting lost in thought. "What are you doing today?" I asked curiously. Tré frowned a little.
"Umm, I'm in the studio from 1 'til 5, but I'm free the rest of the day" he smiled that cute smile at the last part. "You know you want me!"
"Eww! Tré!" I laughed, Tré wiggled his eyebrows as he chomped on his coco pops. "Well, I thought we could maybe go to the cinema, yeah!" I got more and more enthusiastic as I said it. "We could invite Billie Joe and Adi and Mike and.... has Mike got a girlfriend?"
"Nope!" He mumbled , I could tell that he was only concentrating on his breakfast. I gave him a good poke. "What?"
"Nothing, are you tierd, you sure look it."
"No, I'm fine." I felt concerned about him at that moment.
"You sure?"
"Yep."
"Ok, as long as you're sure you're ok." He smiled from across the table.
"Why'd you worry...?" Tré chuckled and grinned again as he waved his spoon in the air "Why'd you worry about me?"
"Tré, its 'cus I care about you. Look, I know that we're worried about our careers separating us and I know that's why you were behaving weirdly at the airport but we're gonna make it, I know it." He sighed and frowned but smiled again.
"Yeah, I s'pose!" Yet again, the spoon was in the air, flying around. "We'll make it, we're tough, aren't we? Eh?" Tré patted me on the head.
"Glad you agree!" I smiled happilly and put my hand in the air for Tré to high-five, and he did a little too hard. "Ow! Tré! You douch bag!"
"Hey! Don't call me that!" frowned Tré and folded his arms, I giggled.
"Ok, you idiot, that better?"
"Hmm.... I'll except it for now.."
"Good!" I stood up, "Actually, I can't be bothered to do much today, is that ok?"
"Wonderful!" I smiled at his remark and walked off into the living room. I noticed the Playstation by the T.V and by it was a Tony Hawk's pro skater game. My eyes widened and I gasped, I love those games so much! I poked my head around the doorframe.
"Tré... "
"What?" Mumbled Tré as he plopped his cereal bowl into the sink.
"Can I go on the playstation?..."
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I must had been the playstation for hours 'cus when I stopped playing it, Tré had already gone out to the studio. I was tempted to call him but decided not to because I thought that he could be buisy. "Ah well!" I thought and went upstairs to my room for a nap. Then, as I sat on my bed, my phone rang, not the house phone, my mobile. Of course, I answered it! "YEello!" I spoke into my mobile. "Bethan 'ere, what the hell do ya want?"
"Umm... It's Megan, Bethan... are you ok?" stuttered my best friend since god knows when.
"MEGAN!" I screamed. "I'm fine! How the hell are you? Where's Cez, how's she?" I sped those questions like it was a matter of life and death.
"I'm fine, Cerys... is... well, Cery's is Cerys!" We laughed together. "Matty told me where you were."
"Oh, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, I didn't tell anyone. WAIT! How, how did Matt know?"
"I dont know! Why are you asking me?"
"I wasnt really asking you, nevermind! Hey you never guess who I'm livin' with at the mo'? You'll never believe me!"
"Wont I? Who?"
"Tré Cool."
"No!" I felt pissed off at not really seeing any of my friends for so long and not telling them about my friendship with Green day, it felt rotten.
"Yup!" I smiled. I heard the front door open and I smiled even more "D'you want me to prove it?"
"Ok!"
"Tré, come and speak to my best friend! It's Megan, she's great!" I passed him the phone as he walked into the room and he pressed the speaker to his ear.
"Hello?" He said. "Yep, this is Tré". "Ok" He passed the phone back and soon enough I had hung up and was sitting on the sofa cuddled up to Tré. "Tell me about your life."
"Umm... ok, I'm welsh... umm... everyone hated me when I was little and a lot of people still do".
"Hmm... I take it you don't wanna talk about your childhood?"
"Not really. I had a hard life, that's why I'm so weird."
"You're not weird."
"Yeah, I am, does it matter?"
"Nope, not really."
"I hate a lot of people."
"Mmm... me too." We seemed so relaxed! "What else, did you get bullied?"
"Umm... kind of, I got the piss taken outta me all the time 'cus I was Punk and still am. The other kids hated me in primary school. I only had one friend and that was Megan, we lived five houses apart so we always talked. Her sister's great, the three of us thought that we would conquer the world some day" I stopped for a little giggle. "Yeah, we were invincible! Then at high school, I had friends that really cared and friends that took the piss. We were all dead anti-authority, only, I was the only punk. Probably in the whole school."
"Jeez, thats bad."
"I know."
memories, sharp as daggers, buried into the flesh of today
the suicide love took away all that mattered
and buried the remains in an unmarked grave in your heart
HIM
"Tré, do you give a shit?"
"What?"
"Did you ACTUALLY give a shit about what I just said?"
"Yep."
"Well, congratulations, you're about the only one who ever has!"
"Yay!" Tré got up and did a strange dance then did a cartwheel that ended up with him crashing into a wall.
"You're an idiot!" His mouth was wide open.
"Well! So much for understanding!"
"Sorry Tré! Now, lets hear about you're fantastic childhood shall we?"
"We shall!" He came back to the sofa and sat down and made himself comfortable. "Well, it all started off in Germany..."
"Mmm.... What? Oh... yeah, I was! I'm fine" I mumbled. I was almost in a trance at the dinner table the next morning after Tré's 'rock & roll wakeup'. Actually it was funny, he set a snare drum and a crash cymbal in my room and beat the hell outta them. Here we were in the kitchen, Tré eating coco pops, me eating toast and ocdasionally getting lost in thought. "What are you doing today?" I asked curiously. Tré frowned a little.
"Umm, I'm in the studio from 1 'til 5, but I'm free the rest of the day" he smiled that cute smile at the last part. "You know you want me!"
"Eww! Tré!" I laughed, Tré wiggled his eyebrows as he chomped on his coco pops. "Well, I thought we could maybe go to the cinema, yeah!" I got more and more enthusiastic as I said it. "We could invite Billie Joe and Adi and Mike and.... has Mike got a girlfriend?"
"Nope!" He mumbled , I could tell that he was only concentrating on his breakfast. I gave him a good poke. "What?"
"Nothing, are you tierd, you sure look it."
"No, I'm fine." I felt concerned about him at that moment.
"You sure?"
"Yep."
"Ok, as long as you're sure you're ok." He smiled from across the table.
"Why'd you worry...?" Tré chuckled and grinned again as he waved his spoon in the air "Why'd you worry about me?"
"Tré, its 'cus I care about you. Look, I know that we're worried about our careers separating us and I know that's why you were behaving weirdly at the airport but we're gonna make it, I know it." He sighed and frowned but smiled again.
"Yeah, I s'pose!" Yet again, the spoon was in the air, flying around. "We'll make it, we're tough, aren't we? Eh?" Tré patted me on the head.
"Glad you agree!" I smiled happilly and put my hand in the air for Tré to high-five, and he did a little too hard. "Ow! Tré! You douch bag!"
"Hey! Don't call me that!" frowned Tré and folded his arms, I giggled.
"Ok, you idiot, that better?"
"Hmm.... I'll except it for now.."
"Good!" I stood up, "Actually, I can't be bothered to do much today, is that ok?"
"Wonderful!" I smiled at his remark and walked off into the living room. I noticed the Playstation by the T.V and by it was a Tony Hawk's pro skater game. My eyes widened and I gasped, I love those games so much! I poked my head around the doorframe.
"Tré... "
"What?" Mumbled Tré as he plopped his cereal bowl into the sink.
"Can I go on the playstation?..."
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I must had been the playstation for hours 'cus when I stopped playing it, Tré had already gone out to the studio. I was tempted to call him but decided not to because I thought that he could be buisy. "Ah well!" I thought and went upstairs to my room for a nap. Then, as I sat on my bed, my phone rang, not the house phone, my mobile. Of course, I answered it! "YEello!" I spoke into my mobile. "Bethan 'ere, what the hell do ya want?"
"Umm... It's Megan, Bethan... are you ok?" stuttered my best friend since god knows when.
"MEGAN!" I screamed. "I'm fine! How the hell are you? Where's Cez, how's she?" I sped those questions like it was a matter of life and death.
"I'm fine, Cerys... is... well, Cery's is Cerys!" We laughed together. "Matty told me where you were."
"Oh, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, I didn't tell anyone. WAIT! How, how did Matt know?"
"I dont know! Why are you asking me?"
"I wasnt really asking you, nevermind! Hey you never guess who I'm livin' with at the mo'? You'll never believe me!"
"Wont I? Who?"
"Tré Cool."
"No!" I felt pissed off at not really seeing any of my friends for so long and not telling them about my friendship with Green day, it felt rotten.
"Yup!" I smiled. I heard the front door open and I smiled even more "D'you want me to prove it?"
"Ok!"
"Tré, come and speak to my best friend! It's Megan, she's great!" I passed him the phone as he walked into the room and he pressed the speaker to his ear.
"Hello?" He said. "Yep, this is Tré". "Ok" He passed the phone back and soon enough I had hung up and was sitting on the sofa cuddled up to Tré. "Tell me about your life."
"Umm... ok, I'm welsh... umm... everyone hated me when I was little and a lot of people still do".
"Hmm... I take it you don't wanna talk about your childhood?"
"Not really. I had a hard life, that's why I'm so weird."
"You're not weird."
"Yeah, I am, does it matter?"
"Nope, not really."
"I hate a lot of people."
"Mmm... me too." We seemed so relaxed! "What else, did you get bullied?"
"Umm... kind of, I got the piss taken outta me all the time 'cus I was Punk and still am. The other kids hated me in primary school. I only had one friend and that was Megan, we lived five houses apart so we always talked. Her sister's great, the three of us thought that we would conquer the world some day" I stopped for a little giggle. "Yeah, we were invincible! Then at high school, I had friends that really cared and friends that took the piss. We were all dead anti-authority, only, I was the only punk. Probably in the whole school."
"Jeez, thats bad."
"I know."
memories, sharp as daggers, buried into the flesh of today
the suicide love took away all that mattered
and buried the remains in an unmarked grave in your heart
HIM
"Tré, do you give a shit?"
"What?"
"Did you ACTUALLY give a shit about what I just said?"
"Yep."
"Well, congratulations, you're about the only one who ever has!"
"Yay!" Tré got up and did a strange dance then did a cartwheel that ended up with him crashing into a wall.
"You're an idiot!" His mouth was wide open.
"Well! So much for understanding!"
"Sorry Tré! Now, lets hear about you're fantastic childhood shall we?"
"We shall!" He came back to the sofa and sat down and made himself comfortable. "Well, it all started off in Germany..."
