"3 months of searching, a whole life of pain", chapter 3
A awoke in a small bedroom... or, what I think is a bedroom. It was still dark out. I was still in the clothes I was in when I met Tre. Then a thousand questions arose in my head.
How did I know he was there?
Why did he kiss me?
Why HIM?
Why GREEN DAY?
WHY AMERICA?!?!
These questions I wished to leave un-answered. But as faith has it, life never goes this way. One un-questioned answer rang in my head, making my brain pound harder.
Destiney
I lifted the plain blue sheets off of me and crawled out of bed. I steped silently onto the navy blue carpet, and headed towards the garish door, like it was drawing me towards it. I opened the door, and found myself in what looked like to be a mansion. uhhhhh ohhhh My abs throbbed. I stumbled forward and hit a railing.
"W-whao," I stuttered as my torso lunged over the rail. I regained balence and let my eyes adjust to the light. After my eyes took in soem light, I walked down the seemingly never ending hallway untill I found the end of the second floor, and quietly slid down the railing. I hit the floor with a light thud and rolled.
Heh, its an automatic reaction to hitting the ground fast. I climbed to my feet and walked lightly toward what looked like the kitchen. I whisteled sharply. I dont know why though. Anyway, what I thought was the kitchen was the living room. it has a goddamned bar in it. I looked over the couch to see if Tre fell asleep there, just to reassure me I was in his house. Like I thought, Tre was laying there motionless, his left hand hanging, extended, over the side of the couch. ooooo! old but funny prank time. I searched the house for the bathroom. I finally found it, and I took a can of shaving cream and a duster from the bathroom. I ran to Tre and sprayed the cream in his left hand. I then took the duster and hovered it over his head. Then, I got the best idea. I found the kitchen and searched for these two items:
1 2l. bottle of Diet Coke
1 pack of mentoes.
With a bit of luck, I found and unopened bottle of Diet coke that wasn't flat, and an unopened pack of mentoes. I carried the supplies into the living room. This is going to really wake Tre up.
I opened the coke, and the pack of mentoes. I poured the mentoes into the coke, and put the cap on fast. I shook it a bit, and threw it into the middle of the giant living room. The 'bomb' landed on a pile of hopefully dirty clothes.
The whole bottle exploded with a loud CRACK and diet coke spewed all over the gold carpet and walls. Tre was obviously awake, with shaving cream all over his face.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!?!" he yelled so loud, I swear the whole city could've heard. He jumped off of the couch and flicked the lights on. He looked around the coke drenched room. Then to me. A smile formed on his face as he looked from the mess, to me, then back.
"We gotta go scare Billie and Mike," he said, chuckling.
"I think you did, with that scream," I smirked.
We got our supplies, and headed out the back door, towards Billie and Mike's street.
How did I know he was there?
Why did he kiss me?
Why HIM?
Why GREEN DAY?
WHY AMERICA?!?!
These questions I wished to leave un-answered. But as faith has it, life never goes this way. One un-questioned answer rang in my head, making my brain pound harder.
Destiney
I lifted the plain blue sheets off of me and crawled out of bed. I steped silently onto the navy blue carpet, and headed towards the garish door, like it was drawing me towards it. I opened the door, and found myself in what looked like to be a mansion. uhhhhh ohhhh My abs throbbed. I stumbled forward and hit a railing.
"W-whao," I stuttered as my torso lunged over the rail. I regained balence and let my eyes adjust to the light. After my eyes took in soem light, I walked down the seemingly never ending hallway untill I found the end of the second floor, and quietly slid down the railing. I hit the floor with a light thud and rolled.
Heh, its an automatic reaction to hitting the ground fast. I climbed to my feet and walked lightly toward what looked like the kitchen. I whisteled sharply. I dont know why though. Anyway, what I thought was the kitchen was the living room. it has a goddamned bar in it. I looked over the couch to see if Tre fell asleep there, just to reassure me I was in his house. Like I thought, Tre was laying there motionless, his left hand hanging, extended, over the side of the couch. ooooo! old but funny prank time. I searched the house for the bathroom. I finally found it, and I took a can of shaving cream and a duster from the bathroom. I ran to Tre and sprayed the cream in his left hand. I then took the duster and hovered it over his head. Then, I got the best idea. I found the kitchen and searched for these two items:
1 2l. bottle of Diet Coke
1 pack of mentoes.
With a bit of luck, I found and unopened bottle of Diet coke that wasn't flat, and an unopened pack of mentoes. I carried the supplies into the living room. This is going to really wake Tre up.
I opened the coke, and the pack of mentoes. I poured the mentoes into the coke, and put the cap on fast. I shook it a bit, and threw it into the middle of the giant living room. The 'bomb' landed on a pile of hopefully dirty clothes.
The whole bottle exploded with a loud CRACK and diet coke spewed all over the gold carpet and walls. Tre was obviously awake, with shaving cream all over his face.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!?!" he yelled so loud, I swear the whole city could've heard. He jumped off of the couch and flicked the lights on. He looked around the coke drenched room. Then to me. A smile formed on his face as he looked from the mess, to me, then back.
"We gotta go scare Billie and Mike," he said, chuckling.
"I think you did, with that scream," I smirked.
We got our supplies, and headed out the back door, towards Billie and Mike's street.
