Three Guys And A Girl, chapter 4
2 weeks had been and gone and with the new name 'Green Day' (named after the bands favourite day of the year) the band had been going strong. They hadn't played any gigs so tonight being their first one they had to get ready.
"Come on!" Billie shouted to Remie who was busy getting ready in the bathroom. He was about to bang hard on the door when Remie dragged it open revealing herself dressed in tight jeans with a few holes in them, heavy black eyeliner, a studded a belt, and a tight 'Clash' t-shirt. Her dark brown bob was back combed to the fullest and looked as though something lived in it.
"How do I look?" she asked, striking a pose.
Billie covered his eyes with his hands and barged past Remie and into the bathroom.
"Hideous!" he answered, hiding the truth.
"Oh thanks then." Remie said and walked downstairs where Tre and Mike were sipping on beers.
Tre looked up as Remie entered.
"Want a beer?" Mike asked reaching behind the sofa and pulling out a green beer bottle.
"Yesh Pleash!" she exclaimed then almost dived onto Mike to snatch it off of him.
"Calm down." He said putting his hands up suggestively as she ripped it out of his hand. Remie winked at him the opened the bottle and sat down next to Tre.
There was a moment of silence for a bit as they watched TV and sipped on beers. Finally Billie came running down the stairs with his guitar.
"Guys common we're gonna be late!" he shouted, then ran outside and hopped on his bike. Mike, Tre and Remie followed closely. Tre stopped in his tracks then put up his finger to say something.
"Shit guys...there's only 3 bikes..."
He looked around for a bit as if he was searching for a fourth bike in one of the neighbour's gardens or something. Billie frowned.
"Well what the fuck happened to your bike then?" he asked him, a bit irritated.
Tre scratched his neck and looked down to the floor.
"Well, you see...I...you know..."
"Spit it out!" Remie smiled.
"I traded it with a whistle!" he spat out.
The other's mouth fell.
"What?" said Mike.
"It was a really nice whistle though. You would have done the same."
Mike rolled his eyes. "Let's see the whistle then?"
"Well... "
"Oh god!" Remie said in despair and smacked her hand on her forehead.
"I'm sorry guys. I lost it!" he shouted then threw himself on the floor and started to 'dry' cry dramatically. "Okay?! I cant do everything right, can I?"
Remie stormed over to Tre.
"Oh my god Tre get up off the floor!" she growled at him whilst pulling on his arm. "There must be something we can do."
Tre sniffed slightly then stood up and smiled. "I have a trolley we can use!"
He wiggled his eyebrows frantically at the thought then ran round into the garden.
"Come on!" Billie shouted to Remie who was busy getting ready in the bathroom. He was about to bang hard on the door when Remie dragged it open revealing herself dressed in tight jeans with a few holes in them, heavy black eyeliner, a studded a belt, and a tight 'Clash' t-shirt. Her dark brown bob was back combed to the fullest and looked as though something lived in it.
"How do I look?" she asked, striking a pose.
Billie covered his eyes with his hands and barged past Remie and into the bathroom.
"Hideous!" he answered, hiding the truth.
"Oh thanks then." Remie said and walked downstairs where Tre and Mike were sipping on beers.
Tre looked up as Remie entered.
"Want a beer?" Mike asked reaching behind the sofa and pulling out a green beer bottle.
"Yesh Pleash!" she exclaimed then almost dived onto Mike to snatch it off of him.
"Calm down." He said putting his hands up suggestively as she ripped it out of his hand. Remie winked at him the opened the bottle and sat down next to Tre.
There was a moment of silence for a bit as they watched TV and sipped on beers. Finally Billie came running down the stairs with his guitar.
"Guys common we're gonna be late!" he shouted, then ran outside and hopped on his bike. Mike, Tre and Remie followed closely. Tre stopped in his tracks then put up his finger to say something.
"Shit guys...there's only 3 bikes..."
He looked around for a bit as if he was searching for a fourth bike in one of the neighbour's gardens or something. Billie frowned.
"Well what the fuck happened to your bike then?" he asked him, a bit irritated.
Tre scratched his neck and looked down to the floor.
"Well, you see...I...you know..."
"Spit it out!" Remie smiled.
"I traded it with a whistle!" he spat out.
The other's mouth fell.
"What?" said Mike.
"It was a really nice whistle though. You would have done the same."
Mike rolled his eyes. "Let's see the whistle then?"
"Well... "
"Oh god!" Remie said in despair and smacked her hand on her forehead.
"I'm sorry guys. I lost it!" he shouted then threw himself on the floor and started to 'dry' cry dramatically. "Okay?! I cant do everything right, can I?"
Remie stormed over to Tre.
"Oh my god Tre get up off the floor!" she growled at him whilst pulling on his arm. "There must be something we can do."
Tre sniffed slightly then stood up and smiled. "I have a trolley we can use!"
He wiggled his eyebrows frantically at the thought then ran round into the garden.
