Dumb Stoned and Stupid.
Stuttering
*Fast forward to a week before Tre Cool’s 17th Birthday.*
Mike just got off his job at this sushi joint.
He enters his and his fellow band mates apartment...well squat. Yes, a lot has changed in the past two or so months. Mike got a job. Tre got a job. He puts crates into the back of huge 18 wheelers. And Billie stayed unemployed. He made ends meet by selling joints at school for 2 bucks. He soon picked up the nickname “Two Dollar Bill”.
Tre stuck his nose in the air, “You smell fishy Mike,” he chuckled.
“That was lame Tre.” The bassist said plainly, “so, where’s Billie?”
“Beats me, probably out wondering the streets again. MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 5 DAYS!” Tre jumped up, “That’s a year closer to where I can drink beer.”
Mike gave Tre a confused look, “You already drink beer...”
“Well, I meant legal silly!”
“Oh ok, gotcha.”
Just after that Billie comes grinning through the door.
“Speak of the devil.” Billie said cheerfully.
“What you so happy for?” Mike asked really interested.
“I got us two more shows at Gilman, and that chick that you’re so crazy about...” Billie trailed off.
“What about her... Come out with it Billie!” Mike said impatiently.
“I told her you’d been meaning to ask her out to grab a burger or something. She told me to give you this,” Billie handed Mike a paper with a phone number on it, “she said to call her.”
“Oh, Mike’s got a date!” Tre teased.
“Shut up...” Mike said quietly.
Billie snorted, “So what are you waiting for?! Call her!”
“Okay...” Mike said, before picking up the phone.
“What’s her name Billie?” Tre asked.
“Anastasia, pretty name, isn’t it?” Billie chimed.
Mike shooed Billie and Tre out of the kitchen.
“Two shows eh?” Tre’s attempt to start up a conversation.
“Yup. One’s on your birthday.” Billie took a sip of his cola.
“Really?! I know what’s going on here...”
Billie spit his soda out, “What do you mean?”
“You’re planning me a party?” The drummer said with one eye brow raised.
“Pffft no. Why would you--you think something like that?” Billie badly lied.
Tre grinned, “you suck at lying Bj.” Then he walked off.
Billie smacked himself in the forehead.
Mike gave Billie a worried look, “Um...you okay?”
“Yeah...yeah. But I think Tre knows about his um...party.”
Mike joined Billie at the table.
“Oh well. Just tell him to act surprised.” The bassist chuckled.
“I guess that could work. So, what happened?” Billie questioned.
“Well...I got all shy and started stuttering...” Mike trailed off.
Billie started laughing, “Then what else?”
“She told me I sounded cute when I stuttered....”
Billie laughed even harder.
“It’s not really that funny.” Mike said in an embarrassed tone.
“Okay. I’m sorry.” Billie calmed down, “and what else?”
“We’re going to go hang out tonight.”
Billie patted Mike on the back, “Good job. Try not to stutter.” Billie teased.
“Ah, shut up Bill.” Mike laughed.
Mike just got off his job at this sushi joint.
He enters his and his fellow band mates apartment...well squat. Yes, a lot has changed in the past two or so months. Mike got a job. Tre got a job. He puts crates into the back of huge 18 wheelers. And Billie stayed unemployed. He made ends meet by selling joints at school for 2 bucks. He soon picked up the nickname “Two Dollar Bill”.
Tre stuck his nose in the air, “You smell fishy Mike,” he chuckled.
“That was lame Tre.” The bassist said plainly, “so, where’s Billie?”
“Beats me, probably out wondering the streets again. MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 5 DAYS!” Tre jumped up, “That’s a year closer to where I can drink beer.”
Mike gave Tre a confused look, “You already drink beer...”
“Well, I meant legal silly!”
“Oh ok, gotcha.”
Just after that Billie comes grinning through the door.
“Speak of the devil.” Billie said cheerfully.
“What you so happy for?” Mike asked really interested.
“I got us two more shows at Gilman, and that chick that you’re so crazy about...” Billie trailed off.
“What about her... Come out with it Billie!” Mike said impatiently.
“I told her you’d been meaning to ask her out to grab a burger or something. She told me to give you this,” Billie handed Mike a paper with a phone number on it, “she said to call her.”
“Oh, Mike’s got a date!” Tre teased.
“Shut up...” Mike said quietly.
Billie snorted, “So what are you waiting for?! Call her!”
“Okay...” Mike said, before picking up the phone.
“What’s her name Billie?” Tre asked.
“Anastasia, pretty name, isn’t it?” Billie chimed.
Mike shooed Billie and Tre out of the kitchen.
“Two shows eh?” Tre’s attempt to start up a conversation.
“Yup. One’s on your birthday.” Billie took a sip of his cola.
“Really?! I know what’s going on here...”
Billie spit his soda out, “What do you mean?”
“You’re planning me a party?” The drummer said with one eye brow raised.
“Pffft no. Why would you--you think something like that?” Billie badly lied.
Tre grinned, “you suck at lying Bj.” Then he walked off.
Billie smacked himself in the forehead.
Mike gave Billie a worried look, “Um...you okay?”
“Yeah...yeah. But I think Tre knows about his um...party.”
Mike joined Billie at the table.
“Oh well. Just tell him to act surprised.” The bassist chuckled.
“I guess that could work. So, what happened?” Billie questioned.
“Well...I got all shy and started stuttering...” Mike trailed off.
Billie started laughing, “Then what else?”
“She told me I sounded cute when I stuttered....”
Billie laughed even harder.
“It’s not really that funny.” Mike said in an embarrassed tone.
“Okay. I’m sorry.” Billie calmed down, “and what else?”
“We’re going to go hang out tonight.”
Billie patted Mike on the back, “Good job. Try not to stutter.” Billie teased.
“Ah, shut up Bill.” Mike laughed.