Green Day Vs Bush, chapter 7
TRE'S POV
What was that noise? It sounded like... no way. Someone was outside. There it was again, a sort of pinging noise. The door rattled, and I suddenly realised. Shit! Someone was trying to get in. I bolted the door, like Hannie had taught me. I heard another ping, and another, and another. Then there was a thud and the door shook. I heard someone muttering outside, and they hit the door again. In the darkness I could see the hinges shaking, the door was going to give any second. I looked round the shed, diving behind the only shelter available, Hannie's drum kit. I heard the door finally give, and saw someone walk in. He towered over me, looking around. In the darkness I could just see the moonlight glinting off the barrel of a gun. Oh shit! I'm gonna die! I saw him walk towards my hiding place, towering over me. Suddenly there was a yell from outside, and a bang. I saw the guy crumple and fall, and Hannie entered, a smoking gun in her hand. She spotted me hiding behind the drums and smiled. "You can come out now Tre." she said. I stood up quickly, embarrassed. She must've seen me trembling, because she put her arms round me, hugging me close. It felt so good, if only I could just... no Tre, I slapped myself mentally. I may have a reputation as a pervert, but even I'm not that shallow. She's only 15, but she's beautiful. Why couldn't I get abducted by some hideous old crone who I wouldn't be attracted to in a million years? I pulled away, looking at the body on the floor. Hannie looked down at him too. She must have guessed what I was thinking. "Don't worry Tre, I can get someone out here to deal with him. In the meantime, you can stay in my room." she said. Whoa SHIT! That's not fair! I mean, COME ON! How much control does God think I have?! "Um, err, actually Hannie, I'll be okay out here." I said
"No you wont, even I wouldn't spend an hour or 2 alone in the dark with a dead body, and I've been trained to deal with this kinda thing. C'mon, don't be silly Tre."
"But what if your parents find me? They'll freak! I know for a fact that parents don't appreciate finding strange guys in their daughter's room. My daughter brings home guys sometimes, and doesn't tell me, and I get pretty pissed off at her. Imagine if it was a 34 year old dude with a pervy reputation."
"Tre! Its 3 in the morning, they wont find you, and I trust you, besides, I wouldn't let you in my bed if you paid me." I smiled. Hannie may look like a typical blonde, but she could take care of herself. She grabbed my arm and led me to her room.
What was that noise? It sounded like... no way. Someone was outside. There it was again, a sort of pinging noise. The door rattled, and I suddenly realised. Shit! Someone was trying to get in. I bolted the door, like Hannie had taught me. I heard another ping, and another, and another. Then there was a thud and the door shook. I heard someone muttering outside, and they hit the door again. In the darkness I could see the hinges shaking, the door was going to give any second. I looked round the shed, diving behind the only shelter available, Hannie's drum kit. I heard the door finally give, and saw someone walk in. He towered over me, looking around. In the darkness I could just see the moonlight glinting off the barrel of a gun. Oh shit! I'm gonna die! I saw him walk towards my hiding place, towering over me. Suddenly there was a yell from outside, and a bang. I saw the guy crumple and fall, and Hannie entered, a smoking gun in her hand. She spotted me hiding behind the drums and smiled. "You can come out now Tre." she said. I stood up quickly, embarrassed. She must've seen me trembling, because she put her arms round me, hugging me close. It felt so good, if only I could just... no Tre, I slapped myself mentally. I may have a reputation as a pervert, but even I'm not that shallow. She's only 15, but she's beautiful. Why couldn't I get abducted by some hideous old crone who I wouldn't be attracted to in a million years? I pulled away, looking at the body on the floor. Hannie looked down at him too. She must have guessed what I was thinking. "Don't worry Tre, I can get someone out here to deal with him. In the meantime, you can stay in my room." she said. Whoa SHIT! That's not fair! I mean, COME ON! How much control does God think I have?! "Um, err, actually Hannie, I'll be okay out here." I said
"No you wont, even I wouldn't spend an hour or 2 alone in the dark with a dead body, and I've been trained to deal with this kinda thing. C'mon, don't be silly Tre."
"But what if your parents find me? They'll freak! I know for a fact that parents don't appreciate finding strange guys in their daughter's room. My daughter brings home guys sometimes, and doesn't tell me, and I get pretty pissed off at her. Imagine if it was a 34 year old dude with a pervy reputation."
"Tre! Its 3 in the morning, they wont find you, and I trust you, besides, I wouldn't let you in my bed if you paid me." I smiled. Hannie may look like a typical blonde, but she could take care of herself. She grabbed my arm and led me to her room.
