I Was Meant To Be With You Three..., chapter 10
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Sam's P.O.V.
What's that noise? I looked up and peered into the bathroom. Billie Joe was vomiting into the toilet. Stupid. He had waaaay too much to drink last night, and I think he knew it now. Tre was snoring on the floor next to his bed. Mike was up and making himself a sandwich.
"Where's mine?" I asked with a grin as I sat up, knowing what type of answer I'd be getting. I swallowed some painkillers and my tattoo pain disappeared almost instantly.
"Up my ass," Mike answered with a smile. I got out and brushed my hair.
"Does he know yet?" I asked Mike and nodded in the direction of the bathroom where Billie Joe was still throwing up.
"Nope," Mike replied and took a bite into his sandwich. Billie Joe's cell phone started to ring. Longview was his ring tone. He staggered out of the bathroom and picked it up.
"Hello?" he said in a weary voice. He was quiet for about a minute then put his cell phone down. "Was I really that drunk last night that she broke up with me?" Billie Joe stared at Mike, then at me when Mike didn't answer.
"Yeah," I said and a tear came out of Billie Joe's eye.
"Oh, God," he said quietly, obviously upset, as he fell onto his bed, crying silently. "I am so stupid."
"We know," Mike said and walked over to Tre and kicked him hard. "Wake up, bozo." Tre groaned and sat up.
"What's the time?" he asked slowly.
"Ten. Get up," Mike said and pointed to the bathroom.
"Thanks, mate," Tre said and ran to the bathroom, copying Billie Joe and spewing up in the toilet.
"Can you at least keep the noise down?" I asked and slammed the door shut.
"No!" Tre said, still having his weird sense of humor. "Girls love it when I puke!"
"Please tell me that this is all a joke," Billie Joe moaned and looked at me with his pleading eyes.
"It's all true," I said and I could tell that he was on the edge of loosing it. He started calling himself names and Mike nodded his head every time after he said he was something, as if he totally agreed with him.
Tre's P.O.V.
Man I hate this. Yeah, I love getting drunk, just usually hate the hangover. Finally I've stopped. I flushed the toilet and walked back to the others. Whoa, Billie Joe's having a good go at himself! Dude! Mike's agreeing too! Maybe I can sneak off with Sam! I walk up to her, crossing my fingers behind my back.
"What's he on about?" I ask her.
"You don't wanna know," she replied.
"Well, I do," I said.
"Adrienne dumped him last night and cause he was drunk he's only just found out."
"Hey, some help," Billie Joe asked Sam and she pulled him up off the bed. He stumbled over to the stereo, just about collapsing onto the table it was on, and put in his own mixed CD.
What's that noise? I looked up and peered into the bathroom. Billie Joe was vomiting into the toilet. Stupid. He had waaaay too much to drink last night, and I think he knew it now. Tre was snoring on the floor next to his bed. Mike was up and making himself a sandwich.
"Where's mine?" I asked with a grin as I sat up, knowing what type of answer I'd be getting. I swallowed some painkillers and my tattoo pain disappeared almost instantly.
"Up my ass," Mike answered with a smile. I got out and brushed my hair.
"Does he know yet?" I asked Mike and nodded in the direction of the bathroom where Billie Joe was still throwing up.
"Nope," Mike replied and took a bite into his sandwich. Billie Joe's cell phone started to ring. Longview was his ring tone. He staggered out of the bathroom and picked it up.
"Hello?" he said in a weary voice. He was quiet for about a minute then put his cell phone down. "Was I really that drunk last night that she broke up with me?" Billie Joe stared at Mike, then at me when Mike didn't answer.
"Yeah," I said and a tear came out of Billie Joe's eye.
"Oh, God," he said quietly, obviously upset, as he fell onto his bed, crying silently. "I am so stupid."
"We know," Mike said and walked over to Tre and kicked him hard. "Wake up, bozo." Tre groaned and sat up.
"What's the time?" he asked slowly.
"Ten. Get up," Mike said and pointed to the bathroom.
"Thanks, mate," Tre said and ran to the bathroom, copying Billie Joe and spewing up in the toilet.
"Can you at least keep the noise down?" I asked and slammed the door shut.
"No!" Tre said, still having his weird sense of humor. "Girls love it when I puke!"
"Please tell me that this is all a joke," Billie Joe moaned and looked at me with his pleading eyes.
"It's all true," I said and I could tell that he was on the edge of loosing it. He started calling himself names and Mike nodded his head every time after he said he was something, as if he totally agreed with him.
Tre's P.O.V.
Man I hate this. Yeah, I love getting drunk, just usually hate the hangover. Finally I've stopped. I flushed the toilet and walked back to the others. Whoa, Billie Joe's having a good go at himself! Dude! Mike's agreeing too! Maybe I can sneak off with Sam! I walk up to her, crossing my fingers behind my back.
"What's he on about?" I ask her.
"You don't wanna know," she replied.
"Well, I do," I said.
"Adrienne dumped him last night and cause he was drunk he's only just found out."
"Hey, some help," Billie Joe asked Sam and she pulled him up off the bed. He stumbled over to the stereo, just about collapsing onto the table it was on, and put in his own mixed CD.
