You should know me better, chapter 4
"I haven't seen hair that shade of green, since, well my own." Mid-afternoon had arrived by the time all the hair dye was finished
"That's my boy! And if I'm not very much mistaken that's the colour hair I had at Woodstock '94". Nods of approval were thrown towards Darcey and Joey. Tre took an especial liking to Darcey's green hair while Billie took immediately to his son's blue.
"Now, as much as we want to stay..." Billie stated, indicating himself, Adie and his two band mates, "...us 4 are going to see Bob, tour dates and such."
"Can I stay Billie?" Tre pleaded, "Please! I'll baby-sit Jakob!"
"He's 13, he doesn't need one"
"Awwwww, please!"
"Billie, we have to go, just let him stay," Adie had the final word,
"It's obvious who wears the trousers in this family,"Darcey thought to herself.
"Yay!" With nothing more than quick good byes the house was empty apart from Joey, Jakob, Darcey and Tre.
"Pink!"
"Sure thing." Less than 2 minutes after the departure of his parents, Jakob had managed to convince his brother to dye his hair pink. They plodded upstairs, leaving Tre and Darcey downstairs.
"Is there anything I can help with, C?"
"Yeah, can I have another nickname? Dars is okay from Joey as he's known me for 11 years but you need something a hell of a lot better than C!"
"Erm...Nah, I'm gonna call you C whether you like it or not." Darcey just rolled her eyes, going back into deep consideration of her life,
***Tre's P.O.V. ***
What can I do? I want to make C feel safe, I know! When Joey felt down I got him that tattoo! I'll get her one! She looks scared. I guess I shouldn't grin at people. Oh well. Now she's really scared. So this is what Mike must have meant when he said I scare kiddies.
***Narrator's P.O.V***
"Since you're sad we're going on a little trip," Tre declared to Darcey, leaving a note for Joey, dragging her into his car.
"Where are we going?" She was really confused
"Where did I take Joey when he was last upset?"
"Tattoo?" A huge smile arose on her face as he nodded, "I would hug you but you'll crash the car," Tre just sniggered to himself.
"Anything in particular you would like?"
"What do you recommend?"
"We'll get you the 'EBPM' logo and... hmmm..." Tre paused to think, an unusual and odd event for him.
"What's your most recent tattoo?" Darcey pondered
"Whips and Chains on my back, 2009."
"Okay I'll have 'EBPM' on my left wrist and 'Whips and chains' on my right arm."
"Good choice, are you sure we're not related?" Darcey's turn to laugh had now arrived. "You're a mini-me and we're of no relation." He wiped a fake tear from is eye.
"So you like it kinky then?"
"Actually I'm a virgin." Tre's face lit up.
"Well you won't be soon enough, you're staying in the room next to Joey and I know he likes you."
"How do you know?"
"Uncle Tre knows all."
"Tre, I need your help!"
"With what, buddy?"
"I really like my best friend."
"Ooooooooooooo, so you don't want to ruin your friendship?" Joey nodded.
"Go for it".
"Did that really happen?"
"You betta believe it!"
The rest of the car journey was silent; both passengers were in deep thought. The fuzzy radio was replaced by a C.D. blaring out 'Homecoming'.
"Why do you have Green Day in your car?"
"Why not?"
"I thought that since you are in Green Day, you might want to listen to other bands"
"We'll Green Day is the best... "
"...fucking band in the whole world because Tre Cool said so, and Tre Cool is the coolest thing since Sliced Bread"
"I like that! I'm stealing that." With no more than a wink, Tre stopped the car in front of a run down building.
Cracked paint and boarded up windows greeted them, along with a selection of blood on the pavement in front of the door.
"Tre?"
"They're free here, well as long as you know me." He grinned, grabbing Darcey by the arm, pulling her towards the door. Creaking, it led through to a dark a hallway, the only visible light was through a small slit in a door at the far side. The floor groaned with age, 'Helena' blasted out from the room beyond the door. Before entering, Tre paused.
"Ready?"
Darcey wasn't ready for it, as much as she suspected it to be a run down dump, it wasn't. This place almost made Joey's house look like a dump, the carpet was a spotless cream covered in designs for tattoos and at the outlying side of the room was a door behind a desk, where a clean-cut man stood.
"What will it be this time?"
"That's my boy! And if I'm not very much mistaken that's the colour hair I had at Woodstock '94". Nods of approval were thrown towards Darcey and Joey. Tre took an especial liking to Darcey's green hair while Billie took immediately to his son's blue.
"Now, as much as we want to stay..." Billie stated, indicating himself, Adie and his two band mates, "...us 4 are going to see Bob, tour dates and such."
"Can I stay Billie?" Tre pleaded, "Please! I'll baby-sit Jakob!"
"He's 13, he doesn't need one"
"Awwwww, please!"
"Billie, we have to go, just let him stay," Adie had the final word,
"It's obvious who wears the trousers in this family,"Darcey thought to herself.
"Yay!" With nothing more than quick good byes the house was empty apart from Joey, Jakob, Darcey and Tre.
"Pink!"
"Sure thing." Less than 2 minutes after the departure of his parents, Jakob had managed to convince his brother to dye his hair pink. They plodded upstairs, leaving Tre and Darcey downstairs.
"Is there anything I can help with, C?"
"Yeah, can I have another nickname? Dars is okay from Joey as he's known me for 11 years but you need something a hell of a lot better than C!"
"Erm...Nah, I'm gonna call you C whether you like it or not." Darcey just rolled her eyes, going back into deep consideration of her life,
***Tre's P.O.V. ***
What can I do? I want to make C feel safe, I know! When Joey felt down I got him that tattoo! I'll get her one! She looks scared. I guess I shouldn't grin at people. Oh well. Now she's really scared. So this is what Mike must have meant when he said I scare kiddies.
***Narrator's P.O.V***
"Since you're sad we're going on a little trip," Tre declared to Darcey, leaving a note for Joey, dragging her into his car.
"Where are we going?" She was really confused
"Where did I take Joey when he was last upset?"
"Tattoo?" A huge smile arose on her face as he nodded, "I would hug you but you'll crash the car," Tre just sniggered to himself.
"Anything in particular you would like?"
"What do you recommend?"
"We'll get you the 'EBPM' logo and... hmmm..." Tre paused to think, an unusual and odd event for him.
"What's your most recent tattoo?" Darcey pondered
"Whips and Chains on my back, 2009."
"Okay I'll have 'EBPM' on my left wrist and 'Whips and chains' on my right arm."
"Good choice, are you sure we're not related?" Darcey's turn to laugh had now arrived. "You're a mini-me and we're of no relation." He wiped a fake tear from is eye.
"So you like it kinky then?"
"Actually I'm a virgin." Tre's face lit up.
"Well you won't be soon enough, you're staying in the room next to Joey and I know he likes you."
"How do you know?"
"Uncle Tre knows all."
"Tre, I need your help!"
"With what, buddy?"
"I really like my best friend."
"Ooooooooooooo, so you don't want to ruin your friendship?" Joey nodded.
"Go for it".
"Did that really happen?"
"You betta believe it!"
The rest of the car journey was silent; both passengers were in deep thought. The fuzzy radio was replaced by a C.D. blaring out 'Homecoming'.
"Why do you have Green Day in your car?"
"Why not?"
"I thought that since you are in Green Day, you might want to listen to other bands"
"We'll Green Day is the best... "
"...fucking band in the whole world because Tre Cool said so, and Tre Cool is the coolest thing since Sliced Bread"
"I like that! I'm stealing that." With no more than a wink, Tre stopped the car in front of a run down building.
Cracked paint and boarded up windows greeted them, along with a selection of blood on the pavement in front of the door.
"Tre?"
"They're free here, well as long as you know me." He grinned, grabbing Darcey by the arm, pulling her towards the door. Creaking, it led through to a dark a hallway, the only visible light was through a small slit in a door at the far side. The floor groaned with age, 'Helena' blasted out from the room beyond the door. Before entering, Tre paused.
"Ready?"
Darcey wasn't ready for it, as much as she suspected it to be a run down dump, it wasn't. This place almost made Joey's house look like a dump, the carpet was a spotless cream covered in designs for tattoos and at the outlying side of the room was a door behind a desk, where a clean-cut man stood.
"What will it be this time?"
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