Though we may be annoying, our life is fun., chapter 2
I looked at him, he was right.
"I guess you are right." he looked up and smiled.
"Of course I am, what's my name?"
"Tre' Cool." Mike answered.
"No, I mean, what's my name?"
"He just told you."
"No, I mean my other name."
"Dickhead?" I asked.
"No, not that one. Number 203."
"Oh, Michael Jackson?" He looked at Mike and glared.
"Excuse me? The only person who is allowed to call me that is Frankito, and he isn't even allowed to call me that certain, hated, vileful, beep, name."
"Um, not that that sentence made any sense anyway, but, vileful and beep are not words." I corrected him. "Well, maybe "beep" is, but, vileful?"
"And, why is Frankito allowed to call you that, when he is just a kid? He will pick up on the name."
"So, you two picked up on it when Michael first wanted to butt rape me. You still call me it."
"Yeah, but we don't have nearly as long to live as him, so otherwise, he can call you that for a lot longer of a time being than either one of us. So, what you really need to do it let us continue, but, don't let him know that is your name." he didn't seem to pick up on the fact that I had said it was "his" name, for he looked at me and smiled.
"Yeah, but, you two, you'll be telling everyone that my name is Michael Jackson."
"Um, no, no we won't Tre'," Mike said Tre' in a weird voice, which told me that he did plan on doing just exactly what he said we weren't. "We won't call you anything, just as long as you say we can always call you M.J., when we have a reason to."
"Uh, Mike? What reason would you have to call me Michael? Not any unless you hate my guts."
"Heh, then he can call you it all the time." they both laughed, then went to serious, or at least sarcastic seriousness, if that is a word....
"No, no, no, no," Tre' looked to Mike, "no, you cannot call me Michael Jackson, that is a very hurtful name."
"Oh Tre', we're sorry." Mike said.
"Well I'm not." Mike held his lips tightly together while trying not to laugh.
"Y'know Billie, that was verdy mean of you. Say you are sorry to Tre'." then he mouthed 'Michale Jackson' as he turned to me. Man he likes to get me in trouble, but it is fun.
"Sorry Michael." He looked at me and glared-not really, but our retarded play-glares?- I got up off of the couch and headed to the bathroom, taking the camera with me.
"What are you planning on doing in there? Video-taping yourself? Naked?" they both asked.
"No, I'm putting it away so that you two can't break it, what's left of my camera's besides this one is only the plastic outer covering" they laughed, but stopped when I turned around. I laughed silently to myself as I walked into the small room that was in the back of the shack, hey, that rhymed! When I was in the room I walked over to the large cabinet by the small, stained window. It was locked. I took the key from under the small bed and unlocked it. Inside was a variety of small breakable objects, that is why I put them in here, so the other two can't get hold of them. I put my camera on the top shelf, closing and locking it away from harm. When it came to small things, and especially valuable things, that is exactly what Mike Dirnt and Tre' Cool were, harm. They break them, whether they mean to or not, or they make the item of no use. I can remember when we brought the bed into this room. In less than five minutes of time they were both jumping on it. I heard a loud crack and the bed fell to the floor.
**Flash Back**
"Okay, lets put it up against the wall, over here. Tre', don't, you'll make a mess." I said as he was trying to put a hole in the bottom of a cup to drink from it.
"No I won't, I promise."
"Whatever, but you're cleaning it up." Mike turned a corner and pushed the bed into the room. "Wow,wow, wow, wow, Mike, you have to turn it first, unless you would rather break down the wall."
"Would that be easier?"
"Breaking down the wall?" he nodded, "No, because then you would have to rebuild the wall, and fix the bed because it was all busted up." he helped me turn the bed on its side and went into the room. As we set it down, Tre' came in.
"What?" I asked as he smiled.
"How do you clean up a large puddle?" he asked, wide eyed like a kid when they knew they were gonna get in trouble. That is what he was too, a child in a man's body. Well, maybe not a man, because all you see when looking at him was a kid at times too, especially when Mike dresses him up in his sister's dresses.
"I told you you would make a mess, and you promised."
"I know, but, but-" He pretended to start crying.
"Tre', I'm not as stupid as some people. Go get a rag, clean it up."
"I don't know how." he said. I laughed.
"Tre', really, go clean it up before someone gets hurt." he turned around and shrugged.
"Billie, if you leave 'him' to clean it up, people are gonna have a better chance of breaking their bones."
"He'll have to learn then, won't he?" he just smiled, but I knew he was hiding something. We put the bed in the proper spot, then walking out of the room.
"Now's all we gotta get is a kitchen." Mike said.
"Uh, a kitchen, along with a living room and the rest of the bathroom and bedroom." I sat down on the floor, then got up. "You know, we can add to this shack. We can build a second floor, with the help of Eric," I said referring to one of our friends who was an architect, "and add on to this floor. That way it will seem more homey and blah."
"Yeah, and if he wants us to pay him we have the money." he added. "We could paint the walls, and possibly get an actual good electric thing in here."
"Electricity?" I asked him.
"Yeah, that's the name." we looked up as Tre' came in from outside.
"Where were you? I thought you were cleaning up the mess."
"I did, and I threw the cloth thing away."
"Tre', that was our only cleaning supply that we have right now, you know?"
"Oh. Well, you could always go get it out of the hole out front, though it is pretty sickening inside." I looked at him and raised and eye brow. "What?"
"That is just sick." I know this may sound weird, being a punk-rocker and all, but I like clean and organization. I don't know why. I guess I take after my dad on that part. I mean, why do you think this shack is gonna be clean in the future? Not because of these two, that's for sure. I walked out to the front to looked around. All you could see for about a mile was a field of tall yellow grass. On the other side was the edge of the cliff we were on, and below it, a lake. We had all we could ever want here. To the right about 20 feet was my car, we had all came together, with the bed strapped on top. As I was looking around I heard Mike and Tre' laughing, and the sound of springs. The idiots, they were already jumping on the bed. I ran inside just as Tre' did a flip on the bed. As he landed Mike jumped up and put all his weight into his landing. Tre' jumped again, just in time to land at the same time as Mike, and when they did, I heard a loud crack, and both them and the bed was on the floor. They looked up and smiled.
"You two. I can not leave you alone for less than a minute."
**End of Flash Back**
Yeah, that was how it was. They are annoying, but I'd be nothing without them. I mean, yeah, I would probably have another job, but I wouldn't have felt the success that I feel now, nothing like it.
"I guess you are right." he looked up and smiled.
"Of course I am, what's my name?"
"Tre' Cool." Mike answered.
"No, I mean, what's my name?"
"He just told you."
"No, I mean my other name."
"Dickhead?" I asked.
"No, not that one. Number 203."
"Oh, Michael Jackson?" He looked at Mike and glared.
"Excuse me? The only person who is allowed to call me that is Frankito, and he isn't even allowed to call me that certain, hated, vileful, beep, name."
"Um, not that that sentence made any sense anyway, but, vileful and beep are not words." I corrected him. "Well, maybe "beep" is, but, vileful?"
"And, why is Frankito allowed to call you that, when he is just a kid? He will pick up on the name."
"So, you two picked up on it when Michael first wanted to butt rape me. You still call me it."
"Yeah, but we don't have nearly as long to live as him, so otherwise, he can call you that for a lot longer of a time being than either one of us. So, what you really need to do it let us continue, but, don't let him know that is your name." he didn't seem to pick up on the fact that I had said it was "his" name, for he looked at me and smiled.
"Yeah, but, you two, you'll be telling everyone that my name is Michael Jackson."
"Um, no, no we won't Tre'," Mike said Tre' in a weird voice, which told me that he did plan on doing just exactly what he said we weren't. "We won't call you anything, just as long as you say we can always call you M.J., when we have a reason to."
"Uh, Mike? What reason would you have to call me Michael? Not any unless you hate my guts."
"Heh, then he can call you it all the time." they both laughed, then went to serious, or at least sarcastic seriousness, if that is a word....
"No, no, no, no," Tre' looked to Mike, "no, you cannot call me Michael Jackson, that is a very hurtful name."
"Oh Tre', we're sorry." Mike said.
"Well I'm not." Mike held his lips tightly together while trying not to laugh.
"Y'know Billie, that was verdy mean of you. Say you are sorry to Tre'." then he mouthed 'Michale Jackson' as he turned to me. Man he likes to get me in trouble, but it is fun.
"Sorry Michael." He looked at me and glared-not really, but our retarded play-glares?- I got up off of the couch and headed to the bathroom, taking the camera with me.
"What are you planning on doing in there? Video-taping yourself? Naked?" they both asked.
"No, I'm putting it away so that you two can't break it, what's left of my camera's besides this one is only the plastic outer covering" they laughed, but stopped when I turned around. I laughed silently to myself as I walked into the small room that was in the back of the shack, hey, that rhymed! When I was in the room I walked over to the large cabinet by the small, stained window. It was locked. I took the key from under the small bed and unlocked it. Inside was a variety of small breakable objects, that is why I put them in here, so the other two can't get hold of them. I put my camera on the top shelf, closing and locking it away from harm. When it came to small things, and especially valuable things, that is exactly what Mike Dirnt and Tre' Cool were, harm. They break them, whether they mean to or not, or they make the item of no use. I can remember when we brought the bed into this room. In less than five minutes of time they were both jumping on it. I heard a loud crack and the bed fell to the floor.
**Flash Back**
"Okay, lets put it up against the wall, over here. Tre', don't, you'll make a mess." I said as he was trying to put a hole in the bottom of a cup to drink from it.
"No I won't, I promise."
"Whatever, but you're cleaning it up." Mike turned a corner and pushed the bed into the room. "Wow,wow, wow, wow, Mike, you have to turn it first, unless you would rather break down the wall."
"Would that be easier?"
"Breaking down the wall?" he nodded, "No, because then you would have to rebuild the wall, and fix the bed because it was all busted up." he helped me turn the bed on its side and went into the room. As we set it down, Tre' came in.
"What?" I asked as he smiled.
"How do you clean up a large puddle?" he asked, wide eyed like a kid when they knew they were gonna get in trouble. That is what he was too, a child in a man's body. Well, maybe not a man, because all you see when looking at him was a kid at times too, especially when Mike dresses him up in his sister's dresses.
"I told you you would make a mess, and you promised."
"I know, but, but-" He pretended to start crying.
"Tre', I'm not as stupid as some people. Go get a rag, clean it up."
"I don't know how." he said. I laughed.
"Tre', really, go clean it up before someone gets hurt." he turned around and shrugged.
"Billie, if you leave 'him' to clean it up, people are gonna have a better chance of breaking their bones."
"He'll have to learn then, won't he?" he just smiled, but I knew he was hiding something. We put the bed in the proper spot, then walking out of the room.
"Now's all we gotta get is a kitchen." Mike said.
"Uh, a kitchen, along with a living room and the rest of the bathroom and bedroom." I sat down on the floor, then got up. "You know, we can add to this shack. We can build a second floor, with the help of Eric," I said referring to one of our friends who was an architect, "and add on to this floor. That way it will seem more homey and blah."
"Yeah, and if he wants us to pay him we have the money." he added. "We could paint the walls, and possibly get an actual good electric thing in here."
"Electricity?" I asked him.
"Yeah, that's the name." we looked up as Tre' came in from outside.
"Where were you? I thought you were cleaning up the mess."
"I did, and I threw the cloth thing away."
"Tre', that was our only cleaning supply that we have right now, you know?"
"Oh. Well, you could always go get it out of the hole out front, though it is pretty sickening inside." I looked at him and raised and eye brow. "What?"
"That is just sick." I know this may sound weird, being a punk-rocker and all, but I like clean and organization. I don't know why. I guess I take after my dad on that part. I mean, why do you think this shack is gonna be clean in the future? Not because of these two, that's for sure. I walked out to the front to looked around. All you could see for about a mile was a field of tall yellow grass. On the other side was the edge of the cliff we were on, and below it, a lake. We had all we could ever want here. To the right about 20 feet was my car, we had all came together, with the bed strapped on top. As I was looking around I heard Mike and Tre' laughing, and the sound of springs. The idiots, they were already jumping on the bed. I ran inside just as Tre' did a flip on the bed. As he landed Mike jumped up and put all his weight into his landing. Tre' jumped again, just in time to land at the same time as Mike, and when they did, I heard a loud crack, and both them and the bed was on the floor. They looked up and smiled.
"You two. I can not leave you alone for less than a minute."
**End of Flash Back**
Yeah, that was how it was. They are annoying, but I'd be nothing without them. I mean, yeah, I would probably have another job, but I wouldn't have felt the success that I feel now, nothing like it.
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