Beer and Tre, to Keep Me Insane, chapter 1

I turned up my stereo as loud as I could. I played some old Ramones vinyls that were up in the attic. I was trying to keep my mind off a really violent fight I had with a fellow band member. You may know him as Tre Cool from our band Green Day. Tre's one of those guys who acts like a monkey even in serious situations. This time, I let loose. I couldn't help but do something. This is what happened:
"Hello?" Tre answered his phone.
"Tre, I really need your help." Mike said into the speaker phone. I was over with Mike at his house.
"I can't today, bud. I'm eating cheese and trying to turn this pen into a horse." Tre said.
"Come on, Tre! You said you'd help Billie and I with the boxes." Mike was pissed.
"Well that was before I knew I was going to eat cheese and turn pens into horses." said Tre. Mike just sighed and I rolled my eyes.
"Tre, it's not funny anymore. Damn, you'd never have thought a thirty-four year-old man would act like a fucking' four-year-old." Mike was yelling into the phone. Mike was moving today, and Tre knew that. Mike and I were really getting annoyed.
"I'm not trying to be funny and I'm not acting like a fucking' four-year-old, Mike-eemus." Tre said mockingly. Mike pressed the button on the phone as hard as he could to disconnect the two lines.
"DAMN IT!" Mike yelled through the semi-empty house. "That man just doesn't know when to quit." I nodded.
"He'll probably be over in twenty minutes." I said. That is something Tre would do. He always makes up these lame-ass fake excuses not to do something, and thinks it's funny. Then, he turns up where he's supposed to be. We both hate when he does that! Everyone does.
"Yeah, I know. But he really needs to grow up. It's no wonder he's not with Claudia anymore."
"I thought that was because of the jealousy thing. You know, about Frankito?"
"That too."
"He's Tre Cool, the drummer. He's a wild-man, you can't stop him."
"Well we need to."
"I know. I'll talk to him." I said, picking up a box. The doorbell rang.
"Well, look who's here! What a surprise." Mike said sarcastically as he walked to the front door. I followed him to the door.
"Hey sexy." said Tre. He was wasted.
"Tre! You're pissed! What the fuck are you doing, driving around Oakland drunk?" I yelled.
"I forgot the cheese." Tre slurred. I rolled my eyes. Tre continued, "You guys wanted me to come over, and I'm not that drunk." He fell into me. Fortunately, I'd put the box down just before he fell. I helped him to the couch, which was the only piece of furniture left.
"Tre, why do you do this?" Mike asked.
"Do what, silly goose?"
"Come over wasted whenever we need help." he replied. I was watching from the other room.
"I'm not a waste. I feel good." I watched Mike glare at him.
"Yes, you are wasted Tre." I stepped in. I sat down on the couch next to him, trying not to loose my temper.
"No, I'm just a little buzzed."
"Whatever." I said, throwing my jacket onto him. I walked into the kitchen to grab a beer. I listened to Mike and Tre talking.
"Tre, you're treating us like shit. We're your friends. Treat us like it."
"What are you talking about? I treat you perfectly fine-ly." Tre was being really loud.
"You're just embarrassing." Mike said to Tre, leaving him and joining me in the kitchen.
"You'd better start talking to him now." said Mike, reaching into refrigerator, which wasn't packed yet.
"I think I'm gonna wait 'till he sobers up a little, so it hits him harder." Mike nodded and set his beer down. I did the same. We both grabbed a box and headed for the front door. We passed the couch, and both looked over at Tre. He was fast asleep. I shook my head and walked out to the truck.
"Hey Billie, can you shut the door? I don't want any bugs or shit getting in." Mike asked from inside the truck. I could tell he was sliding around in there. The truck was facing downward on a slope.
"Be careful, Mike!" I yelled to him, laughing a little to myself.
"Billie, shut up!" he laughed. I turned around and walked toward the door. Than I heard an eerie creaking sound. It was the truck. It's breaks had given out.
"Mike! Mike!" I screamed while chasing after the truck. It was barely moving at all, but it was enough to hurt him. The truck was moving very slowly, but I was so far away. It'd finally stopped at the bottom of the hill.
"Mike! Are you okay!?" I screamed as I jumped in the truck. There was no answer. I looked through the boxes. He was at the back, motionless. I checked his neck, and barely found a pulse.
I ran inside. I started shaking Tre as hard as I could. He slapped me, and I punched him. He grabbed my collar but I got out of his grip. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed my cell. I called 911.
"Hello?... Um, my friend is in a truck. I rolled down the hill. There's not much of a pulse... Okay... Mm-hm, bye." I hung up the phone and tried to wake up Tre.
"Come on, Tre! Wake up! Come on!" I shook him hard. This time he opened up his eyes.
"Billie! What do you want?" He looked angry.
"Tre, Mike's dead!" He grabbed my collar again. "Tre! Get off me!" He punched me in the face. Blood ran down my face. I decided to give up. This is what he wanted. I'd just wait till the ambulance arrived.
"Oh my God! Billie!" Tre screamed. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were..." He passed out, right next to me, again.
"Damn it, Tre!" I got up, ran toward the truck. An ambulance was pulling up. "Thank you, God!" I yelled.