2 Wheels, 2 Drumsticks and Us, chapter 6
I walked through the gates and saw Tré frantically moving his head. Obviously trying to find me, I laughed and waved, he waved back. I rushed over to him and huged him so tightly.
"I so missed you!" I said as we let go, I did a little dance. "I'm so exited!"
"I bet!" replied Tré, "I missed you more!"
"AS IF! I missed you more!" I yelled puushing him playfully.
"Ah, whatever" he shrugged. I followed him out of the airport and into the airport after collecting my bag.
"My mum and Dad are well pissed off!" I laughed nervously. He smiled.
"Didn't you say that you didnt like them!?!"
"Yeah, oh yeah, I'm having my drum kit and my guitar and amp shipped over!" I declared proudly.
"Cool, I knew you wouldnt leave them."
"Damn right."
"When does the next MotoGp season start?"
"Well... the testing is next week in...Spain...I think...Umm...I'll know then." "When does your next tour start?"
"Dunno... we're writing a new album, I told you that!"
"Sorry." We climbed into his SUV and plonked my seatbelt on as Tré shoved my bag in the boot. He plonked in a few minuets later, on with the seatbelt and off we went. We made each other laugh on the journey.
"Tré, where am I staying?"
"My house."
"Oh."
"Dissapointed?"
"No! I'm looking forward to it!" He gave me a 'I dont believe you' look. "WHAT? really!"
"Ok, we're here!" I looked up to see a medium sized house with a driveway that was obvious that Tré couldnt be arsed with.
"YAY!" I yelled springing out of the car as he stopped. He chuckled. He got my bags out of the boot and we went inside. I was surprised. Very surprised! "Tré."
"What!?!"
"Do you have a cleaner?"
"I so missed you!" I said as we let go, I did a little dance. "I'm so exited!"
"I bet!" replied Tré, "I missed you more!"
"AS IF! I missed you more!" I yelled puushing him playfully.
"Ah, whatever" he shrugged. I followed him out of the airport and into the airport after collecting my bag.
"My mum and Dad are well pissed off!" I laughed nervously. He smiled.
"Didn't you say that you didnt like them!?!"
"Yeah, oh yeah, I'm having my drum kit and my guitar and amp shipped over!" I declared proudly.
"Cool, I knew you wouldnt leave them."
"Damn right."
"When does the next MotoGp season start?"
"Well... the testing is next week in...Spain...I think...Umm...I'll know then." "When does your next tour start?"
"Dunno... we're writing a new album, I told you that!"
"Sorry." We climbed into his SUV and plonked my seatbelt on as Tré shoved my bag in the boot. He plonked in a few minuets later, on with the seatbelt and off we went. We made each other laugh on the journey.
"Tré, where am I staying?"
"My house."
"Oh."
"Dissapointed?"
"No! I'm looking forward to it!" He gave me a 'I dont believe you' look. "WHAT? really!"
"Ok, we're here!" I looked up to see a medium sized house with a driveway that was obvious that Tré couldnt be arsed with.
"YAY!" I yelled springing out of the car as he stopped. He chuckled. He got my bags out of the boot and we went inside. I was surprised. Very surprised! "Tré."
"What!?!"
"Do you have a cleaner?"
