Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 22:08:03 GMT -5
PART 14
"Hi," I said, waving at my mother.
"You were partying with rock stars?" she asked. It was quite obvious that my dad would be sleeping on the couch tonight after agreeing to let them drive me home.
"We had ice cream, if that's what you mean," I said.
"I can't believe your father would actually..." She trailed off. "Go to your room. We'll talk about this tomorrow. I'm exhausted."
I nodded. I didn't see what she was so mad at me about. It's not like I stumbled in half drunk or something. I opened the door to my room, threw myself on the bed and looked at one of my favorite Green Day posters. "You know, Tre," I said aloud. "You're even more attractive in person."
I got back up and grabbed my pajamas off the floor. After slipping into them, I turned down the sheets and grabbed the cute teddy bear Paul had purchased for me just before the Pop Disaster Tour, which I had affectionately named Tre. I squeezed Tre tightly. Okay, not quite like the real thing, but good enough. For now.
I climbed into bed and turned off the lights. It didn't take more than a few seconds for me to drift into dream land. And oh, what wonderful dreams I had that night.
TRE'S POINT OF VIEW
"I am so tired," I sighed as Billie pulled his car into my driveway.
"Then go to sleep," Mike said. He was already half asleep in the front seat of Billie car.
"Goodnight, guys," I mumbled as I climbed out of the car and walked up into my house. I tried to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn't wake Claudia or Frankito. I headed up the stairs into my room, where I didn't bother to change or unmake the bed. I just collapsed onto it and began snoring.
"Tre!" Claudia squealed the next morning, waking me up. "How was the tour?"
"Huh?" I mumbled, sitting up and wiping some drool off my face.
"The tour. How was it?"
"Long," I said.
"Oh," she nodded. "You glad to be home?"
"Never been happier," I sighed. It was then that Frankito came sprinting through the door, past Claudia, and into my arms.
"Dad!" he yelled.
"Hey, kiddo," I said, still exhausted. I needed more sleep. I would probably end up taking a nap after breakfast. "How you been?"
"Gooooood," he said. "Guess what."
"What?" I asked.
"Guess," he said, slapping me on the knee.
"Um...the aliens in your closet disappeared?"
"No such luck," Claudia sighed. For the past few months Frankito had been sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms because he was terrified of the aliens in his closet that came out at night.
"I can't guess. Just tell me," I said, too tired to say anything really funny or entertaining.
"Mommy bought me a puppy."
"YOU DID WHAT?" I asked, looking up at Claudia. She just smiled and shrugged.
"He really wanted one."
"It's obviously not going to be a guard dog, since I came in last night at about two in the morning and it didn't notice," I said. "Where is it?"
Frankito ran out of the room to fetch the dog.
"It's a boy. His name is Billie," Claudia said.
"You're kidding, right?"
"That's what Frank wanted to name it," she sighed.
"Oh God. Can you imagine me being on the phone with Billie the person and yelling, 'BAD BILLIE! DON'T SHIT ON THE FLOOR!' Yeah, it's going to confuse the hell out of me," I groaned.
She shrugged. "He either wanted to name him Billie or the Snoo."
"I guess Billie would be the best bet," I said. "Man, I'm tired."
Just as those words escaped my lips, a small Golden Retriever puppy pounced on me.
"You got a big dog," I said. "One that sheds....a lot."
"Yeah," Claudia said. "Sorry about that."
"Next time you so much as decide you want a freaking hermit crab, talk to me about it first."
"Hi," I said, waving at my mother.
"You were partying with rock stars?" she asked. It was quite obvious that my dad would be sleeping on the couch tonight after agreeing to let them drive me home.
"We had ice cream, if that's what you mean," I said.
"I can't believe your father would actually..." She trailed off. "Go to your room. We'll talk about this tomorrow. I'm exhausted."
I nodded. I didn't see what she was so mad at me about. It's not like I stumbled in half drunk or something. I opened the door to my room, threw myself on the bed and looked at one of my favorite Green Day posters. "You know, Tre," I said aloud. "You're even more attractive in person."
I got back up and grabbed my pajamas off the floor. After slipping into them, I turned down the sheets and grabbed the cute teddy bear Paul had purchased for me just before the Pop Disaster Tour, which I had affectionately named Tre. I squeezed Tre tightly. Okay, not quite like the real thing, but good enough. For now.
I climbed into bed and turned off the lights. It didn't take more than a few seconds for me to drift into dream land. And oh, what wonderful dreams I had that night.
TRE'S POINT OF VIEW
"I am so tired," I sighed as Billie pulled his car into my driveway.
"Then go to sleep," Mike said. He was already half asleep in the front seat of Billie car.
"Goodnight, guys," I mumbled as I climbed out of the car and walked up into my house. I tried to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn't wake Claudia or Frankito. I headed up the stairs into my room, where I didn't bother to change or unmake the bed. I just collapsed onto it and began snoring.
"Tre!" Claudia squealed the next morning, waking me up. "How was the tour?"
"Huh?" I mumbled, sitting up and wiping some drool off my face.
"The tour. How was it?"
"Long," I said.
"Oh," she nodded. "You glad to be home?"
"Never been happier," I sighed. It was then that Frankito came sprinting through the door, past Claudia, and into my arms.
"Dad!" he yelled.
"Hey, kiddo," I said, still exhausted. I needed more sleep. I would probably end up taking a nap after breakfast. "How you been?"
"Gooooood," he said. "Guess what."
"What?" I asked.
"Guess," he said, slapping me on the knee.
"Um...the aliens in your closet disappeared?"
"No such luck," Claudia sighed. For the past few months Frankito had been sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms because he was terrified of the aliens in his closet that came out at night.
"I can't guess. Just tell me," I said, too tired to say anything really funny or entertaining.
"Mommy bought me a puppy."
"YOU DID WHAT?" I asked, looking up at Claudia. She just smiled and shrugged.
"He really wanted one."
"It's obviously not going to be a guard dog, since I came in last night at about two in the morning and it didn't notice," I said. "Where is it?"
Frankito ran out of the room to fetch the dog.
"It's a boy. His name is Billie," Claudia said.
"You're kidding, right?"
"That's what Frank wanted to name it," she sighed.
"Oh God. Can you imagine me being on the phone with Billie the person and yelling, 'BAD BILLIE! DON'T SHIT ON THE FLOOR!' Yeah, it's going to confuse the hell out of me," I groaned.
She shrugged. "He either wanted to name him Billie or the Snoo."
"I guess Billie would be the best bet," I said. "Man, I'm tired."
Just as those words escaped my lips, a small Golden Retriever puppy pounced on me.
"You got a big dog," I said. "One that sheds....a lot."
"Yeah," Claudia said. "Sorry about that."
"Next time you so much as decide you want a freaking hermit crab, talk to me about it first."