My Rockin' Life, chapter 5
I wasn't even worried about Tre in the after party. I forgot about him. I was chilling with the 'Jackass' crew, Christina, and Sidney.
"I'm gonna go get another drink." I said. "Alcoholic..." I went to go get my drink and as I was coming back with my drink I was stopped, by Tre. Ewww...
"Hi there," he said.
"Which one are you?" I said.
"Since when were you engaged to Steroid King? Huh?" he said.
"He doesn't take steroids. He isn't all that buff either. So why do you care?"
"You just started dating the guy and you guys are engaged?" he scremed at me.
Woah.
"Okay, first of all, we've been dating for at least two years now. How is that starting to date? Huh? Don't you watch the news or some shit? I mean we aren't dating. Never will. Did you hear that, NEVER! So don't try to own me. Buh-bye!" I screamed at him.
"I want you!" he screamed.
What the fuck?
"I don't! You're married! Fuck off!" I screamed back.
That Night.
I still lived at Bam's house. I know engaged, and still don't live with my fiance. I was sleeping and I heard a noise outside and it wouldn't stop.
"Who's out there?"I said.
I went and got my bunny slippers on, and my metal baseball bat and went outside. Just then someone in a mask went and screamed.
"Aaaah!" I screamed, and started whacking the guy with the bat.
"Sam stop it! Stop it! Its Bam! Fuck!" Bam said.
"Oh sorry!" I said and helped him up.
"Man we should keep you here to keep people out!" he laughed. It still amazed me how he would laugh over pain.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" I screamed at him.
"We were filning an episode for 'Jackass'," he said. "I think that is a good one. Add that one in!" he screamed to the director.
Then his parents came out and screamed at him. "Bam!"
He laughed.
Then we all went to bed.
And just...slept.
California
Tre's P.O.V.
"She can't fucking sing!" I said to the tv when Sam was singing.
"Tre? Are you deaf? She can sing her ass off! She sounds like Christina at times. You're just mad because she turned you down," Billie said.
"Yeah, she is a fucking great singer. Your just mad she turned ya down," Mike said.
I sighed.
"I'm gonna go get another drink." I said. "Alcoholic..." I went to go get my drink and as I was coming back with my drink I was stopped, by Tre. Ewww...
"Hi there," he said.
"Which one are you?" I said.
"Since when were you engaged to Steroid King? Huh?" he said.
"He doesn't take steroids. He isn't all that buff either. So why do you care?"
"You just started dating the guy and you guys are engaged?" he scremed at me.
Woah.
"Okay, first of all, we've been dating for at least two years now. How is that starting to date? Huh? Don't you watch the news or some shit? I mean we aren't dating. Never will. Did you hear that, NEVER! So don't try to own me. Buh-bye!" I screamed at him.
"I want you!" he screamed.
What the fuck?
"I don't! You're married! Fuck off!" I screamed back.
That Night.
I still lived at Bam's house. I know engaged, and still don't live with my fiance. I was sleeping and I heard a noise outside and it wouldn't stop.
"Who's out there?"I said.
I went and got my bunny slippers on, and my metal baseball bat and went outside. Just then someone in a mask went and screamed.
"Aaaah!" I screamed, and started whacking the guy with the bat.
"Sam stop it! Stop it! Its Bam! Fuck!" Bam said.
"Oh sorry!" I said and helped him up.
"Man we should keep you here to keep people out!" he laughed. It still amazed me how he would laugh over pain.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" I screamed at him.
"We were filning an episode for 'Jackass'," he said. "I think that is a good one. Add that one in!" he screamed to the director.
Then his parents came out and screamed at him. "Bam!"
He laughed.
Then we all went to bed.
And just...slept.
California
Tre's P.O.V.
"She can't fucking sing!" I said to the tv when Sam was singing.
"Tre? Are you deaf? She can sing her ass off! She sounds like Christina at times. You're just mad because she turned you down," Billie said.
"Yeah, she is a fucking great singer. Your just mad she turned ya down," Mike said.
I sighed.
