Can I Get A Faux Hawk?, chapter 3
Tré's POV
I looked up from my straw pyramid to see Mike, Billie, and August talking about instruments. Wanting to take part in the conversation, I shrieked, "OH MY GOD. AUGUST, YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS. IT'S VERY IMPORTANT."
She nodded for me to continue. "CAN YOU PLAY...THE STRAW?!?!" Now people were staring.
"Tré, shut up. Please? If we get attention, the crazed teenies might find us and attack." Mike shuddered.
"Yeah, don't want a repeat of that again," agreed Billie.
"What happened?" August asked, leaning forward.
"A few months back, we were at Starbucks, incognito, and Tré decided to yell out 'Rock And Roll Girlfriend' the way he sings it in the song. The exact way," Mike said.
"And just our luck, some damn teenies walked in at that very moment." Billie glared at Tré.
"They noticed us, and we ran. But we ended up being tackled by a larger teenie."
"10 stitches, and never brought Tré to a Starbucks again," finished Billie.
August's POV
I looked at Tre. He was interested in the salt and pepper shakers at our table, but I could definitely see him doing that. A young waitress of about 17 walked up to us.
"Are you ready to order?" She seemed shaky and nervous. Probably her first day on the job.
"I'd like a Caesar Salad with a Diet Pepsi please," I said, making myself sound sweeter than necessary.
The guys ordered their food and somehow got the waitress to let Tre order off the kids menu. He just had to order the Dinosaur chicken with blue French fries that came with the free asteroid toy.
"Boom! Haha! You dinosaurs are dead! Extinct! Non-existent!" yelled Tre as he threw his asteroid toy onto the pieces of dinosaur shaped chicken.
"Like you're brain," murmured a man sitting behind him in the booth next to us.
Tre stopped in his tracks. He slouched a little, hands falling in his lap. His face became sad, a frown forming on his face. It was heartbreaking. I had to do something.
"Mike, Billie, can I talk to you?" I asked, standing up from the booth.
"Yeah of course," they both replied.
We walked a few feet away from our table. "Why did Tre get all sad suddenly? I mean, we make un of him all the time and he's fine," I stated.
"Well, he knows we're not serious, plus we don't sound serious," replied Mike.
"And that man sounded serious as hell," Billie finished.
"Oh," I said, eyes dropping.
"Mike, can I take your seat next to Tre? It's important," I said, suddenly having a wonderful idea.
"Sure. I'll just sit next to Bill."
I raced back to our both, and slid in the seat next to Tre. He still had that sad look on his face. My heart was breaking. I turned around in my seat and tapped the man on the shoulder.
"Yes?" he replied, turning.
"Hello, I'm August, and these are my friends Mike and Billie, on the other side of the booth, and my very good friend Tre right here next to me." Tre didn't move.
"Nice to meet you all," the man nodded. "Now can I get back to my meal?"
"One minute, you know how you told my fine friend Tre that he had no brain." Tre looked up a bit.
"Yeah, so?"
"That's not nice. I see you have your daughter with you."
"Yes, I do. Her name's Mackenzie," he said, looking proud.
"What you said is like insulting your daughter's playful behavior. Tre here was acting like a kid, which is absolutely fine, and you saying he has no brain because of it is like you insulting your daughter."
The man stared at me, taking in what I was saying. He turned back in his seat, and pulled his daughter out from her seat, away from her coloring. "We're leaving Mackenzie." That was all he said, and he pulled the screaming child out into the parking lot and drove away.
I turned back and saw blank stares from all three of my friends. "That," said Mike.
"Was," Billie said.
"Amazing," Tre finished, turning and facing me. "Thanks August. Really." He said, hugging me.
"You're welcome." I said, hugging him back and taking in the sweet smell of his shampoo.
I looked up from my straw pyramid to see Mike, Billie, and August talking about instruments. Wanting to take part in the conversation, I shrieked, "OH MY GOD. AUGUST, YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS. IT'S VERY IMPORTANT."
She nodded for me to continue. "CAN YOU PLAY...THE STRAW?!?!" Now people were staring.
"Tré, shut up. Please? If we get attention, the crazed teenies might find us and attack." Mike shuddered.
"Yeah, don't want a repeat of that again," agreed Billie.
"What happened?" August asked, leaning forward.
"A few months back, we were at Starbucks, incognito, and Tré decided to yell out 'Rock And Roll Girlfriend' the way he sings it in the song. The exact way," Mike said.
"And just our luck, some damn teenies walked in at that very moment." Billie glared at Tré.
"They noticed us, and we ran. But we ended up being tackled by a larger teenie."
"10 stitches, and never brought Tré to a Starbucks again," finished Billie.
August's POV
I looked at Tre. He was interested in the salt and pepper shakers at our table, but I could definitely see him doing that. A young waitress of about 17 walked up to us.
"Are you ready to order?" She seemed shaky and nervous. Probably her first day on the job.
"I'd like a Caesar Salad with a Diet Pepsi please," I said, making myself sound sweeter than necessary.
The guys ordered their food and somehow got the waitress to let Tre order off the kids menu. He just had to order the Dinosaur chicken with blue French fries that came with the free asteroid toy.
"Boom! Haha! You dinosaurs are dead! Extinct! Non-existent!" yelled Tre as he threw his asteroid toy onto the pieces of dinosaur shaped chicken.
"Like you're brain," murmured a man sitting behind him in the booth next to us.
Tre stopped in his tracks. He slouched a little, hands falling in his lap. His face became sad, a frown forming on his face. It was heartbreaking. I had to do something.
"Mike, Billie, can I talk to you?" I asked, standing up from the booth.
"Yeah of course," they both replied.
We walked a few feet away from our table. "Why did Tre get all sad suddenly? I mean, we make un of him all the time and he's fine," I stated.
"Well, he knows we're not serious, plus we don't sound serious," replied Mike.
"And that man sounded serious as hell," Billie finished.
"Oh," I said, eyes dropping.
"Mike, can I take your seat next to Tre? It's important," I said, suddenly having a wonderful idea.
"Sure. I'll just sit next to Bill."
I raced back to our both, and slid in the seat next to Tre. He still had that sad look on his face. My heart was breaking. I turned around in my seat and tapped the man on the shoulder.
"Yes?" he replied, turning.
"Hello, I'm August, and these are my friends Mike and Billie, on the other side of the booth, and my very good friend Tre right here next to me." Tre didn't move.
"Nice to meet you all," the man nodded. "Now can I get back to my meal?"
"One minute, you know how you told my fine friend Tre that he had no brain." Tre looked up a bit.
"Yeah, so?"
"That's not nice. I see you have your daughter with you."
"Yes, I do. Her name's Mackenzie," he said, looking proud.
"What you said is like insulting your daughter's playful behavior. Tre here was acting like a kid, which is absolutely fine, and you saying he has no brain because of it is like you insulting your daughter."
The man stared at me, taking in what I was saying. He turned back in his seat, and pulled his daughter out from her seat, away from her coloring. "We're leaving Mackenzie." That was all he said, and he pulled the screaming child out into the parking lot and drove away.
I turned back and saw blank stares from all three of my friends. "That," said Mike.
"Was," Billie said.
"Amazing," Tre finished, turning and facing me. "Thanks August. Really." He said, hugging me.
"You're welcome." I said, hugging him back and taking in the sweet smell of his shampoo.
