Super Sexy Tre, Machine Gun Mike, and...Billie, Who's as Confused as Hell., chapter 4
Adrienne's P.O.V
"Hey Billie! I'm gonna go get some thing to eat for dinner...."
I walked into Billie's room and stopped dead in my tracks.
There was Billie, Tre, Mike, Dancing....to Holiday...Dressed up in those outfits those girl dancers were wearing in the music video...
"Um...Billie? What...are you doing?" I asked, freaked out.
Billie stopped dancing but Tre and Mike were still dancing in circles around Billie.
"Oh...were just..." Billie paused and Knocked Tre and Mike out.
"Were just celebrating...and cross dressing...and stuff."
"Ok, well I'm gonna take the kids with me, BYE!" I ran out.
Billie started dancing again over Tre's and Mike's bodies.
"Hey guys..." I approached my children, "Were gonna go on a little vacation...for a while. And your dad is going to stay here for a bit. Okay?" I Picked Joey and Jakob up and put them and the car. I started the car up and sped off.
Next day....
Billie's P.O.V
"Wow 80 sure is taking a long time with that dinner..." I thought nervously.
"I'm sure she'll be back soon..."
Machine Gun Mikes P.O.V
I looked over at Tre he had a box of those exlax pill things.
"Uh...Tre? Are you sure you should be taking those things? I mean...Your not constipated or anything."
"Oh Mike....You're always so WORRIED," Tre said while taking five of the pills.
"Yeah yeah...whatever..." I left Tre's house.
Tre's P.O.V
I pulled out my magazine, and sat down on the toilet.
"Hmm...This stuff really does work..."
Four hours later...
I was still shitting like a machine gun.
I mean I had to flush the toilet five times!
"Oh shit..." I fell to the grown and pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911.
"Help...shitting..."
"Um...what?" The person said on the other line.
"I was...shitting....for...four hours...cant stop...." I said between gasps.
"Yeah...I'll send some help," She said nervously and hung up. A few minutes later I heard sirens and paramedics came and put me on a stretcher and rushed me to the hospital.
Billie's P.O.V
My phone rang, it was Mike.
"QUICK, TRES IN THE HOSPITAL!" Mike shouted. I let out a girly scream.
"OH MY GOD! REALLY? WHAT FOR?" I shouted back.
"He shitted!"
I calmed down.
"....what?" I asked confused.
"HE COULDENT STOP SHITTING FOR FOUR HOURS!"
"OOOOOOHHH! OK ILL BE RIGHT THERE!" I shouted and hung up the phone.
I arrived at the hospital room; there lie Tre in the hospital bed. I walked up to him.
"Hey buddy...how ya feeling? Hmm?"
"Weak...so weak...I see a light....must go towards the light..."
"NO TRE NOOOO!! STAY AWAY FROM THE LIGHT!"
"But...there's a girl in a bikini there..."
"Oh well, in that case go! Run towards the light!"
"Billie! What the hell are you doing!?" Mike said and pushed me a little in the shoulder.
"HES GONNA DIE!" I turned back to Tre, "QUICK HURRY! GO RUN! RUN FASTER! TOWARDS THE LIGHT!"
"I'm not gonna make it Billie..." Tre sighed.
"YES YOU ARE GONNA MAKE IT!" I quickly grabbed the electric charger thingy's, "CLEAR!" I shouted. I pressed down on Tre's chest with it. Tre shot up in the air, then fell back down and passed out.
"Oh, GREAT! Now look what you've done Billie!" Mike shouted at me.
Mike poked at Tre.
"...He's not moving Billie...oh man what the hell are we gonna do now?" Mike asked worriedly.
"LET'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I shouted and ran out, with Mike following behind.
A few days later...
Tre slowly wheeled his chair into Billie's living room.
"Oh hey Tre...What's up? I didn't know you were over...." Billie said nervously.
Tre shot me a mean glare then got out of his chair and grabbed his cane and slowly walked over to me.
"Well...I gotta go... and have sex with my hooker!" Mike shouted nervously and ran out.
"No wait! MIKE PLEASE WAIT! NOOOOO...."
Tre started beating me with his cane.
"I WOULD HAVE BEEN OUT OF THE HOSPITAL IN AN HOUR! BUT NO! YOU HAD TO COME OVER AND START USING THOSE...." Tre stopped.
"...Electric charger thingies?" I said.
"YEAH, ELECTRIC CHARGER THINGIES!" Tre started beating me again.
"OK, IM SORRY!" I screamed, "What do you want!?"
"...Donuts." Tre stopped beating me.
"Donuts?" I said confused.
"Yes, donuts."
"Ok...well I spose I can give you some donuts..." I got off the couch and walked in the kitchen and got Tre some donuts then came back out and gave them to him.
"Heres your donuts."
"Thanks Billie! TALK TO YOU LATER!" Tre ran out.
I looked at Tre's wheel chair, and his cane.
"That basterd..." I sighed.
"....I wonder how that dinners coming..."
"Hey Billie! I'm gonna go get some thing to eat for dinner...."
I walked into Billie's room and stopped dead in my tracks.
There was Billie, Tre, Mike, Dancing....to Holiday...Dressed up in those outfits those girl dancers were wearing in the music video...
"Um...Billie? What...are you doing?" I asked, freaked out.
Billie stopped dancing but Tre and Mike were still dancing in circles around Billie.
"Oh...were just..." Billie paused and Knocked Tre and Mike out.
"Were just celebrating...and cross dressing...and stuff."
"Ok, well I'm gonna take the kids with me, BYE!" I ran out.
Billie started dancing again over Tre's and Mike's bodies.
"Hey guys..." I approached my children, "Were gonna go on a little vacation...for a while. And your dad is going to stay here for a bit. Okay?" I Picked Joey and Jakob up and put them and the car. I started the car up and sped off.
Next day....
Billie's P.O.V
"Wow 80 sure is taking a long time with that dinner..." I thought nervously.
"I'm sure she'll be back soon..."
Machine Gun Mikes P.O.V
I looked over at Tre he had a box of those exlax pill things.
"Uh...Tre? Are you sure you should be taking those things? I mean...Your not constipated or anything."
"Oh Mike....You're always so WORRIED," Tre said while taking five of the pills.
"Yeah yeah...whatever..." I left Tre's house.
Tre's P.O.V
I pulled out my magazine, and sat down on the toilet.
"Hmm...This stuff really does work..."
Four hours later...
I was still shitting like a machine gun.
I mean I had to flush the toilet five times!
"Oh shit..." I fell to the grown and pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911.
"Help...shitting..."
"Um...what?" The person said on the other line.
"I was...shitting....for...four hours...cant stop...." I said between gasps.
"Yeah...I'll send some help," She said nervously and hung up. A few minutes later I heard sirens and paramedics came and put me on a stretcher and rushed me to the hospital.
Billie's P.O.V
My phone rang, it was Mike.
"QUICK, TRES IN THE HOSPITAL!" Mike shouted. I let out a girly scream.
"OH MY GOD! REALLY? WHAT FOR?" I shouted back.
"He shitted!"
I calmed down.
"....what?" I asked confused.
"HE COULDENT STOP SHITTING FOR FOUR HOURS!"
"OOOOOOHHH! OK ILL BE RIGHT THERE!" I shouted and hung up the phone.
I arrived at the hospital room; there lie Tre in the hospital bed. I walked up to him.
"Hey buddy...how ya feeling? Hmm?"
"Weak...so weak...I see a light....must go towards the light..."
"NO TRE NOOOO!! STAY AWAY FROM THE LIGHT!"
"But...there's a girl in a bikini there..."
"Oh well, in that case go! Run towards the light!"
"Billie! What the hell are you doing!?" Mike said and pushed me a little in the shoulder.
"HES GONNA DIE!" I turned back to Tre, "QUICK HURRY! GO RUN! RUN FASTER! TOWARDS THE LIGHT!"
"I'm not gonna make it Billie..." Tre sighed.
"YES YOU ARE GONNA MAKE IT!" I quickly grabbed the electric charger thingy's, "CLEAR!" I shouted. I pressed down on Tre's chest with it. Tre shot up in the air, then fell back down and passed out.
"Oh, GREAT! Now look what you've done Billie!" Mike shouted at me.
Mike poked at Tre.
"...He's not moving Billie...oh man what the hell are we gonna do now?" Mike asked worriedly.
"LET'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I shouted and ran out, with Mike following behind.
A few days later...
Tre slowly wheeled his chair into Billie's living room.
"Oh hey Tre...What's up? I didn't know you were over...." Billie said nervously.
Tre shot me a mean glare then got out of his chair and grabbed his cane and slowly walked over to me.
"Well...I gotta go... and have sex with my hooker!" Mike shouted nervously and ran out.
"No wait! MIKE PLEASE WAIT! NOOOOO...."
Tre started beating me with his cane.
"I WOULD HAVE BEEN OUT OF THE HOSPITAL IN AN HOUR! BUT NO! YOU HAD TO COME OVER AND START USING THOSE...." Tre stopped.
"...Electric charger thingies?" I said.
"YEAH, ELECTRIC CHARGER THINGIES!" Tre started beating me again.
"OK, IM SORRY!" I screamed, "What do you want!?"
"...Donuts." Tre stopped beating me.
"Donuts?" I said confused.
"Yes, donuts."
"Ok...well I spose I can give you some donuts..." I got off the couch and walked in the kitchen and got Tre some donuts then came back out and gave them to him.
"Heres your donuts."
"Thanks Billie! TALK TO YOU LATER!" Tre ran out.
I looked at Tre's wheel chair, and his cane.
"That basterd..." I sighed.
"....I wonder how that dinners coming..."
