2 Wheels, 2 Drumsticks and Us, chapter 5
I thought 'oh shit, what's up'. I nervously turned around and saw Tré in pause mode; he was standing up, slightly bent over with his leg stretched out and a photo frame on the floor. Scattered pieces of glass had littered the floor and Tré flopped his arms and his arm in shame. Billie Joe shook his head and Mike sighed, they were embarrassed, I think.
"Aww, don't worry! It's not my favourite" I sighed, scooping it up whilst avoiding the broken glass. Tré finally let his leg drop as he let out a huge "PHEW!"
"I'm sorry". He looked so sorry; I'm beginning to get fond of this particular Green day drummer.
"Accepted, but why may I ask were you in that particular position? Eh?" I wondered whilst grabbing a dustpan and brush.
"Here, let me do that it was my fault in the first place" said Tré, I shrugged and passed the dustpan and brush to him, I couldn't argue. I sat down next to Mike.
"So, what's your future look like?" asked Billie Joe sounding rather bored and an expression to match.
"Erm... I think I'm switching to MotoGP next year, meet my heroes. I'm gonna move to Cali too, I hope!" I said, Imagining. "Mind you, I wanted to go there to find my heroes but it seems that I've found them right here!" I earn a chuckle from Tré and an Aww from Mike. "Yep, I'm a crappy motorbike rider who doesn't get paid shit but I'm gonna be a bit better off if I join MotoGP" I sighed again as Tré wandered off to put the dustpan and brush away. He came waltzing in with four coca cola's.
"Awww! I always knew you loved me!" cooed Billie as Tré handed him the drink.
"Where's your beer anyway" asked Tré looking at me curiously.
"Erm... I dunno!" I said smiling, "Lets just finish these and get my motor home to my mum & Dads' house, ok?"
They nodded simply. "And we'll get some beer while we're out". Their faces lighting up.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" yelled Tré as he punched the air.
"That's if you're good boys" they put on their angel faces. "C'mon then!"
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My Dad drove us back and we said good bye and went to my apartment. We got drunk and I don't remember a thing about inviting Tré into my bed but he was welcome, we were still fully clothed so nothing must have happened.
The two weeks had gone quickly and we made sure we kept in touch, mainly me and Tré, we were great friends but I loved him way more than that, December had arrived quickly and before I knew It Was flying over to California to live there. Tré and Mike had found the 'perfect accommodation' for me and I was going to meet Tré at the airport. Man, I love flying. I was sitting next to a kid who on the quiet knew who I was. I decided to speak to him.
"Hi!" I said sweetly and smiled.
"Hello" he said quietly. "I know who you are but don't worry, I wont tell anyone that I saw you". I nodded and smiled simply, my thoughts mainly on Tré, I couldn't keep my mind off him, what's wrong me?
"Thanks little dude!" I smiled and gazed out the window. I though 'dammit, I'm falling in love with Tré.... should I tell him?' I panicked. Should I have been scared?
"Aww, don't worry! It's not my favourite" I sighed, scooping it up whilst avoiding the broken glass. Tré finally let his leg drop as he let out a huge "PHEW!"
"I'm sorry". He looked so sorry; I'm beginning to get fond of this particular Green day drummer.
"Accepted, but why may I ask were you in that particular position? Eh?" I wondered whilst grabbing a dustpan and brush.
"Here, let me do that it was my fault in the first place" said Tré, I shrugged and passed the dustpan and brush to him, I couldn't argue. I sat down next to Mike.
"So, what's your future look like?" asked Billie Joe sounding rather bored and an expression to match.
"Erm... I think I'm switching to MotoGP next year, meet my heroes. I'm gonna move to Cali too, I hope!" I said, Imagining. "Mind you, I wanted to go there to find my heroes but it seems that I've found them right here!" I earn a chuckle from Tré and an Aww from Mike. "Yep, I'm a crappy motorbike rider who doesn't get paid shit but I'm gonna be a bit better off if I join MotoGP" I sighed again as Tré wandered off to put the dustpan and brush away. He came waltzing in with four coca cola's.
"Awww! I always knew you loved me!" cooed Billie as Tré handed him the drink.
"Where's your beer anyway" asked Tré looking at me curiously.
"Erm... I dunno!" I said smiling, "Lets just finish these and get my motor home to my mum & Dads' house, ok?"
They nodded simply. "And we'll get some beer while we're out". Their faces lighting up.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" yelled Tré as he punched the air.
"That's if you're good boys" they put on their angel faces. "C'mon then!"
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My Dad drove us back and we said good bye and went to my apartment. We got drunk and I don't remember a thing about inviting Tré into my bed but he was welcome, we were still fully clothed so nothing must have happened.
The two weeks had gone quickly and we made sure we kept in touch, mainly me and Tré, we were great friends but I loved him way more than that, December had arrived quickly and before I knew It Was flying over to California to live there. Tré and Mike had found the 'perfect accommodation' for me and I was going to meet Tré at the airport. Man, I love flying. I was sitting next to a kid who on the quiet knew who I was. I decided to speak to him.
"Hi!" I said sweetly and smiled.
"Hello" he said quietly. "I know who you are but don't worry, I wont tell anyone that I saw you". I nodded and smiled simply, my thoughts mainly on Tré, I couldn't keep my mind off him, what's wrong me?
"Thanks little dude!" I smiled and gazed out the window. I though 'dammit, I'm falling in love with Tré.... should I tell him?' I panicked. Should I have been scared?
