Why Do The Good Things Have To End?, chapter 1
It was 11 o'clock on a Friday night. The year was 2015. Dylan walked out of the club he owned; one of his bouncer dudes got the limo driver to pull up to the flashy double doors of Club DylBoy. Dylan nodded in a curtious manner to the boncer and got into the limo.
"Home, Jeeves!" Dylan called to the driver.
"My name's not Jeeves, sir, it's Reginald!"
"Ok, I'm sorry...take me home, Reginald," Dylan replied.
"Yes, sir."
The limo drove off into the night.
Dylan looked out of the window.The moon and stars were out in the sky that night, and he thought of his husband who was awaiting his arrival at home.
Jeremiah ran out into the street, his heart pounding. He was going to be late home, and he had planned a special evening for himself and Dylan. He jumped down the recording studio's front steps and fell into a puddle of mud.
"DARN IT!" he yelled.
He got back on his feet, his clothes soaked with dirt, and ran over to his motorbike that he loved dearly-but not as much as his beloved Dylan. Jeremiah ran into the carpark where his bike was parked but found that it was not where he had left it...it was on top of a truck!
"ARGH, NOOOOOOO!" he screeched. Three chavvy men appeared in the truck's window.
"Looking for your bike, mister?" the first said.
"Er, yeah. It is mine, you american idiot!"
"Well, you're not gonna get it!" the second cried.
"Bye!" the third shouted. He slammed the accelerator down, and the truck sped off.
But the dumb, chavvy men did not realize that this would cause Jeremiah's bike to fall off the roof!
"Ha ha! Losers!" Jeremiah yelled with glee as the chavvy men drove off down the road.
He mounted the bike, revved it up, then sped off home.
Lizzie heard the familiar sound of Jeremiah's motorbike speeding along the street. She opened the front door of the house and saw J pull up into the drive.
"Hey J, how are...OH MY GOODNESS, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?"
"Erm, I fell in a puddle," J replied.
"Go and get a shower...NOW! I'll put your things in the wash!" Lizzie ordered.
"Thanks, I would hug you but, I'm a bit dirty right now."
J ran off to the bathroom and Lizzie went into the kitchen to find the washing powder.
"Here's my stuff!" J called to Lizzie, chucking his garments across the living room.
"Righto!" Lizzie called back.
She collected J's things and shoved them in the washing machine.
"Now how much of this stuff do I put in?" she thought. "Oh hell, I'll just put the whole box in!"
So she did just that.
The limo pulled up in front of the Green Day lunatics house, and Dylan thanked Reginald and walked up the very green front path. Dylan looked at the little garden. The path was green, the grass was a vibrant green, the flowers were green, and even Frederick the gnome was green, but he might be ill again...you could never tell.
Dylan shoved the key into the lock and opened the door.
"Hey Lizzie, hey J, I'm home."
Lizzie walked out from the kitchen.
"Hey Dylan, how was the club?" she asked.
"It was good, we definately made a good profit today!"
"Oh good!"
They fell silent and for a moment they could hear Jeremiah singing "I'm Singing In The Rain" with new lyrics in the shower.
"J! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Dylan yelled.
"I'm ssIIIIIIIIIngin' in the shower! Just sssIIIIIIIIIngin' in the shower! What a lovely soap this is, rubber duck's ha ha happy again!"
Dylan and Lizzie shook their heads at him.
Once Jeremiah had cleaned himself up and stopped singing, the three chums sat down to a delicious meal that was so good that they are not going to tell you what it was. They then raided the local convinence store and took all the alcohol!
MwahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The next day was Saturday, so the whole day was devoted to band practice!
Dylan was on the drums, Jeremiah was on bass, and Lizzie was on guitar.
Then, halfway through the practice of the song "I love you, you love me, let's go out and kill barney! With a shot gun BANG BANG! Barney's on the floor! No more FUCKING DINOSAUR!" the phone rang....
Naturally, they all fought over who would answer...
Dylan got to it frst.
"Hello? Yes, this is Dylan...uh huh...I see....yeah...WHAT!?! HELL YEAH! THANKS! BYE!"
He replaced the reciever.
"Guess what...."
"What? Bille Joe wants you to fuck him?" J guessed.
"Tre wants to throw a huge party at your club?" Lizzie guessed.
"No....WE'VE GOT A RECORD DEAL!!!!"
Then Jeremiah woke up.
He felt Dylan's warm body next to him in their dingy flat that smelt like paint.
Jeremiah thought, "Why do the good things have to end?"
"Home, Jeeves!" Dylan called to the driver.
"My name's not Jeeves, sir, it's Reginald!"
"Ok, I'm sorry...take me home, Reginald," Dylan replied.
"Yes, sir."
The limo drove off into the night.
Dylan looked out of the window.The moon and stars were out in the sky that night, and he thought of his husband who was awaiting his arrival at home.
Jeremiah ran out into the street, his heart pounding. He was going to be late home, and he had planned a special evening for himself and Dylan. He jumped down the recording studio's front steps and fell into a puddle of mud.
"DARN IT!" he yelled.
He got back on his feet, his clothes soaked with dirt, and ran over to his motorbike that he loved dearly-but not as much as his beloved Dylan. Jeremiah ran into the carpark where his bike was parked but found that it was not where he had left it...it was on top of a truck!
"ARGH, NOOOOOOO!" he screeched. Three chavvy men appeared in the truck's window.
"Looking for your bike, mister?" the first said.
"Er, yeah. It is mine, you american idiot!"
"Well, you're not gonna get it!" the second cried.
"Bye!" the third shouted. He slammed the accelerator down, and the truck sped off.
But the dumb, chavvy men did not realize that this would cause Jeremiah's bike to fall off the roof!
"Ha ha! Losers!" Jeremiah yelled with glee as the chavvy men drove off down the road.
He mounted the bike, revved it up, then sped off home.
Lizzie heard the familiar sound of Jeremiah's motorbike speeding along the street. She opened the front door of the house and saw J pull up into the drive.
"Hey J, how are...OH MY GOODNESS, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?"
"Erm, I fell in a puddle," J replied.
"Go and get a shower...NOW! I'll put your things in the wash!" Lizzie ordered.
"Thanks, I would hug you but, I'm a bit dirty right now."
J ran off to the bathroom and Lizzie went into the kitchen to find the washing powder.
"Here's my stuff!" J called to Lizzie, chucking his garments across the living room.
"Righto!" Lizzie called back.
She collected J's things and shoved them in the washing machine.
"Now how much of this stuff do I put in?" she thought. "Oh hell, I'll just put the whole box in!"
So she did just that.
The limo pulled up in front of the Green Day lunatics house, and Dylan thanked Reginald and walked up the very green front path. Dylan looked at the little garden. The path was green, the grass was a vibrant green, the flowers were green, and even Frederick the gnome was green, but he might be ill again...you could never tell.
Dylan shoved the key into the lock and opened the door.
"Hey Lizzie, hey J, I'm home."
Lizzie walked out from the kitchen.
"Hey Dylan, how was the club?" she asked.
"It was good, we definately made a good profit today!"
"Oh good!"
They fell silent and for a moment they could hear Jeremiah singing "I'm Singing In The Rain" with new lyrics in the shower.
"J! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Dylan yelled.
"I'm ssIIIIIIIIIngin' in the shower! Just sssIIIIIIIIIngin' in the shower! What a lovely soap this is, rubber duck's ha ha happy again!"
Dylan and Lizzie shook their heads at him.
Once Jeremiah had cleaned himself up and stopped singing, the three chums sat down to a delicious meal that was so good that they are not going to tell you what it was. They then raided the local convinence store and took all the alcohol!
MwahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The next day was Saturday, so the whole day was devoted to band practice!
Dylan was on the drums, Jeremiah was on bass, and Lizzie was on guitar.
Then, halfway through the practice of the song "I love you, you love me, let's go out and kill barney! With a shot gun BANG BANG! Barney's on the floor! No more FUCKING DINOSAUR!" the phone rang....
Naturally, they all fought over who would answer...
Dylan got to it frst.
"Hello? Yes, this is Dylan...uh huh...I see....yeah...WHAT!?! HELL YEAH! THANKS! BYE!"
He replaced the reciever.
"Guess what...."
"What? Bille Joe wants you to fuck him?" J guessed.
"Tre wants to throw a huge party at your club?" Lizzie guessed.
"No....WE'VE GOT A RECORD DEAL!!!!"
Then Jeremiah woke up.
He felt Dylan's warm body next to him in their dingy flat that smelt like paint.
Jeremiah thought, "Why do the good things have to end?"
