you know you love him, chapter 1
"Hey Billie, do you want some beerios?"
"What the hell are beerios? Tre, I'm not like you. I can't wake up and have a beer that same minute," the 16 year old said to his friend, Tre. He was at Tre's house and they had a sleep over the previous night.
"Well, since my mom's not home, I'll show you," Tre said in a matter-of-factly tone, as he went to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer.
"Bill, hand me Cheerios please, in a bowl," Billie did as he was told and handed Tre a bowl filled with Cheerios.
"You see, Bill, you take a bowl of Cheerios and a bottle of beer and you morph them together. Like so," Tre explained, dumping the beer into the bowl and began to eat it.
"Mmm..yummy!"
"I'm sure Tre, but I think I'll pass," Billie said.
"Billie Joe," Tre began, " Are you okay? The only time you pass up beer is when you're not feeling good."
"No, Tre, I only drink beer when I'm not feeling good. Don't bug me about it, just, well, that's it. Now hurry up and eat your cereal!" he yelled as he climbed up the stairs to change.
"It's not cerial! It's beerios! There's a difference!" Tre yelled. When Billie Joe was finshed putting on his black pants, belt, and his "The Clash" t-shirt, he went downstairs to find Tre gone. 'He must have gone to get dressed' Billie thought. Five minutes later Tre came downstairs fully dressed.
"Ready to go?" Billie asked.
"Hold on. I gotta like grab my phone!" Tre said in a preppy school girl way, jogging in a "Baywatch" run but a little faster.
"Oh my god my friend's a faggot!" Billie laughed taking a drag from his cigarette and leaning against the outside part of the house.
"Okay. Let's like go hun!" Tre said in a womanly way.
"Tre?"
" Yes Billie-Boo?"
"Stop."
"Yeah. Okay...got a little weird didn't it?"
"YES!" Billie yelled.
"Let's go get Mike and go loitering or something," Tre suggested.
"Call him first!" Billie demanded.
"What the hell are beerios? Tre, I'm not like you. I can't wake up and have a beer that same minute," the 16 year old said to his friend, Tre. He was at Tre's house and they had a sleep over the previous night.
"Well, since my mom's not home, I'll show you," Tre said in a matter-of-factly tone, as he went to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer.
"Bill, hand me Cheerios please, in a bowl," Billie did as he was told and handed Tre a bowl filled with Cheerios.
"You see, Bill, you take a bowl of Cheerios and a bottle of beer and you morph them together. Like so," Tre explained, dumping the beer into the bowl and began to eat it.
"Mmm..yummy!"
"I'm sure Tre, but I think I'll pass," Billie said.
"Billie Joe," Tre began, " Are you okay? The only time you pass up beer is when you're not feeling good."
"No, Tre, I only drink beer when I'm not feeling good. Don't bug me about it, just, well, that's it. Now hurry up and eat your cereal!" he yelled as he climbed up the stairs to change.
"It's not cerial! It's beerios! There's a difference!" Tre yelled. When Billie Joe was finshed putting on his black pants, belt, and his "The Clash" t-shirt, he went downstairs to find Tre gone. 'He must have gone to get dressed' Billie thought. Five minutes later Tre came downstairs fully dressed.
"Ready to go?" Billie asked.
"Hold on. I gotta like grab my phone!" Tre said in a preppy school girl way, jogging in a "Baywatch" run but a little faster.
"Oh my god my friend's a faggot!" Billie laughed taking a drag from his cigarette and leaning against the outside part of the house.
"Okay. Let's like go hun!" Tre said in a womanly way.
"Tre?"
" Yes Billie-Boo?"
"Stop."
"Yeah. Okay...got a little weird didn't it?"
"YES!" Billie yelled.
"Let's go get Mike and go loitering or something," Tre suggested.
"Call him first!" Billie demanded.
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