A little snippet of fun... also called "Insane..."., chapter 1
In the end, after my thinking session, I followed the noise downstairs. Mike and Billie looked annoyed at each other but it was Tre making the walls vibrate with the eardrum shattering beats on his new bass drum. That was until I lost my temper, ran over and stuck my foot in it. Literally. But that didn't stop the noise, as Tre started screaming and swearing at me. Which is when I got scared. Which is when I got dragged off by Billie. I could tell he was still in a strop, so I made sure he didn't whack his head on the dangerously placed platinum goldfish Tre bought off a druggie for 5pm.
"God, Mike is so damn annoying. And wierd. Even a dog wouldn't wanna kiss him." Billie bitched.
"Or a RUBBER CHICKEN."
Billie looked at me like my brain had immigrated to the Valley of the Loons overnight. But he suddenly had an overwhelming desire for cheese spread with Helmans mayonnaise and forgot what I said.
"Never tasted anything like it, it's delicious!" he'd enthused before, when Mike served him a slice in one of my clean socks. He'd accidently ate a bit of my sock along with it, but he didn't seem to mind.
So he took my hand and we went back to the kitchen, where Mike was eating a bowl of Coco Pops and looking like he'd do a murder while we slept. Billie ignored him, got the cheese and mayo out the fridge and plonked himself down on a kitchen chair to prepare and eat it. I, meanwhile, amused myself by watching a cat savagely killing a butterfly out the window. Then a fishing line partly obscured my vision. The cat saw the dead fish on the end of it and pounced, which then caused it to be pulled upwards by whoever was on the other end. I leapt off my chair and spun round, scaring Billie, who nearly dropped his cheese.
"Where's Mike?!" I demanded.
"Upstairs. He took a fishing rod with him."
I flung myself out the room, upstairs, nearly tripped over the RUBBER CHICKEN that had mysteriously appeared in the hallway, and dashed into Mike's room, where he was looking nervously at the cat. It had scraggly ginger fur and mean, yellow eyes. Half its tail had come off somehow. Still, it shouldn't have been a victim of animal cruelty. However disturbing it looked.
"Mike, put the...hand down and step away from the cat." I muttered.
Mike looked at his hand, confused, and that was enough for the cat, who hissed madly and attacked Mike's trouser leg, before sauntering off moodily.
"I'm sorry..." Mike apologized. "Pfft!"
"Since you were so cruel to that poor cat, I'M naming it. It's called Manky."
Mike gave me a furious look and stormed out.
"God, Mike is so damn annoying. And wierd. Even a dog wouldn't wanna kiss him." Billie bitched.
"Or a RUBBER CHICKEN."
Billie looked at me like my brain had immigrated to the Valley of the Loons overnight. But he suddenly had an overwhelming desire for cheese spread with Helmans mayonnaise and forgot what I said.
"Never tasted anything like it, it's delicious!" he'd enthused before, when Mike served him a slice in one of my clean socks. He'd accidently ate a bit of my sock along with it, but he didn't seem to mind.
So he took my hand and we went back to the kitchen, where Mike was eating a bowl of Coco Pops and looking like he'd do a murder while we slept. Billie ignored him, got the cheese and mayo out the fridge and plonked himself down on a kitchen chair to prepare and eat it. I, meanwhile, amused myself by watching a cat savagely killing a butterfly out the window. Then a fishing line partly obscured my vision. The cat saw the dead fish on the end of it and pounced, which then caused it to be pulled upwards by whoever was on the other end. I leapt off my chair and spun round, scaring Billie, who nearly dropped his cheese.
"Where's Mike?!" I demanded.
"Upstairs. He took a fishing rod with him."
I flung myself out the room, upstairs, nearly tripped over the RUBBER CHICKEN that had mysteriously appeared in the hallway, and dashed into Mike's room, where he was looking nervously at the cat. It had scraggly ginger fur and mean, yellow eyes. Half its tail had come off somehow. Still, it shouldn't have been a victim of animal cruelty. However disturbing it looked.
"Mike, put the...hand down and step away from the cat." I muttered.
Mike looked at his hand, confused, and that was enough for the cat, who hissed madly and attacked Mike's trouser leg, before sauntering off moodily.
"I'm sorry..." Mike apologized. "Pfft!"
"Since you were so cruel to that poor cat, I'M naming it. It's called Manky."
Mike gave me a furious look and stormed out.
