Ouch, What A Fall Billie Took!
Food And Sharpies.
***-Still Mike's P.O.V-***
“Wanna play a game of sorry?” Tre asked.
Billie made a face of disgust, “I don't like that game.”
“Why?” I asked.
“You work to hard to win almost, then one dumb card send you ALL the way to beginning agains.”
“Alright. You're just a sorry sport that's all.” Tre laughed.
“No I'm not!” Billie shouted, 'Cause if I was I'd love that games. Right Mike?”
“Uh sure?” I said kind of uncertain.
“Twister?” Tre blurted out.
I laughed, “Oh god that game.”
“Yeah yeah yeah let's play that!” Billie screamed.
Just as he ran off to get th game, the door bell rang.
“Hm, Pizza man.”
“FOOD...food....FOOD!” Tre screamed in different tones.
I opened the door, there stood about a 16 year old dude. He didn't say anything he just stared at me.
Must be a fan.
“So are you gonna keep the pizza or hand it to me?” I said with a laugh.
“Oh uh y-yeah. That would be 13 bucks...” He paused, I knew he would proberly ask for me to sign something. “And hey could you like... sign my shirt.?”
I smiled, “Yeah sure.”
So he handed me a sharpie and he turned around so I could sign the back of his shirt. Right when I'm in the middle of writing my name Tre comes up and throws his arm over my shoulder and says,
“Mike, whats taking so long for the foo- oh signing stuff. Cool, but your names not Mikz Or what ever the fuck that weird thing is you wrote.”
I closed my eyes and sighed, “Dude, you made me do that. Now I have to start over.”
“Tre Cool!?” The pizza dude shouted.
“Yes that's who I be.”
“Could you sign my shirt too?”
“Of course!” Tre snatched the sharpie out of my hand in a heart beat.
“Tre fix my name or cover it up...” I said
“Alright, and what's your name kid?” Tre questioned
“Frank...but I go by my middle name Ryan.”
Me and Tre both laughed.
“What?” He asked.
“Well Frank is my real name...” Tre said quietly.
I grinned, “And Ryan is my middle name too.”
“Holy crap that's rad!” he shouted
“DONE!” Tre shouted.
He was done signing his name and covering up mine. He drew this stick figure with his dog except the dog was humping the stick figures leg... So Tre like.
I quickly signed my name and took the pizza.
“Hey guys what ya doin?” Billie asked walking in between me and Tre in the doorway.
“NO WAY! Dude, Billie could you sign my shirt?”
Oh shit..... I thought to myself.
“Sure.” Billie took the sharpie.
“B, A line withs a dot at the top, two hockey sticks and anothers line with a dot at the tops, Then a circle hoop thingy.” Billie spoke as he drew each letter. “Done.”
“Well thanks guys! It was awesome and for once I have to admit I actually love my job.”
Ryan shouted.
We all laughed as he walk back to his truck and drove off.
“Billie what are you doing?”
“The marky thing smells good!” he shouted before continuing to sniff the sharpie.
“uh... Give me that.” Tre said attempting to get it from Billie.
“NO! Find your own, mine!”
“Tre backed away, “Alright alright....Sheesh.”
“Goodnesses gracious-es lets eat!” Billie screamed
“Alright, Let me get some plates. To the kitchen.” I said.
We all sat down and Billie just started pigging out.
“Wow Bj you really were hungry huh?”
“Mhm” was all he could say.
“If you keep eating so fast, your gonna get a tummy ache.” Tre warned.
He didn't listen.
“So after we eat can we play twister?” Billie said with a mouth full.
“Yeah I guess. As long as you don't barf or something.” Tre joked.
“Wanna play a game of sorry?” Tre asked.
Billie made a face of disgust, “I don't like that game.”
“Why?” I asked.
“You work to hard to win almost, then one dumb card send you ALL the way to beginning agains.”
“Alright. You're just a sorry sport that's all.” Tre laughed.
“No I'm not!” Billie shouted, 'Cause if I was I'd love that games. Right Mike?”
“Uh sure?” I said kind of uncertain.
“Twister?” Tre blurted out.
I laughed, “Oh god that game.”
“Yeah yeah yeah let's play that!” Billie screamed.
Just as he ran off to get th game, the door bell rang.
“Hm, Pizza man.”
“FOOD...food....FOOD!” Tre screamed in different tones.
I opened the door, there stood about a 16 year old dude. He didn't say anything he just stared at me.
Must be a fan.
“So are you gonna keep the pizza or hand it to me?” I said with a laugh.
“Oh uh y-yeah. That would be 13 bucks...” He paused, I knew he would proberly ask for me to sign something. “And hey could you like... sign my shirt.?”
I smiled, “Yeah sure.”
So he handed me a sharpie and he turned around so I could sign the back of his shirt. Right when I'm in the middle of writing my name Tre comes up and throws his arm over my shoulder and says,
“Mike, whats taking so long for the foo- oh signing stuff. Cool, but your names not Mikz Or what ever the fuck that weird thing is you wrote.”
I closed my eyes and sighed, “Dude, you made me do that. Now I have to start over.”
“Tre Cool!?” The pizza dude shouted.
“Yes that's who I be.”
“Could you sign my shirt too?”
“Of course!” Tre snatched the sharpie out of my hand in a heart beat.
“Tre fix my name or cover it up...” I said
“Alright, and what's your name kid?” Tre questioned
“Frank...but I go by my middle name Ryan.”
Me and Tre both laughed.
“What?” He asked.
“Well Frank is my real name...” Tre said quietly.
I grinned, “And Ryan is my middle name too.”
“Holy crap that's rad!” he shouted
“DONE!” Tre shouted.
He was done signing his name and covering up mine. He drew this stick figure with his dog except the dog was humping the stick figures leg... So Tre like.
I quickly signed my name and took the pizza.
“Hey guys what ya doin?” Billie asked walking in between me and Tre in the doorway.
“NO WAY! Dude, Billie could you sign my shirt?”
Oh shit..... I thought to myself.
“Sure.” Billie took the sharpie.
“B, A line withs a dot at the top, two hockey sticks and anothers line with a dot at the tops, Then a circle hoop thingy.” Billie spoke as he drew each letter. “Done.”
“Well thanks guys! It was awesome and for once I have to admit I actually love my job.”
Ryan shouted.
We all laughed as he walk back to his truck and drove off.
“Billie what are you doing?”
“The marky thing smells good!” he shouted before continuing to sniff the sharpie.
“uh... Give me that.” Tre said attempting to get it from Billie.
“NO! Find your own, mine!”
“Tre backed away, “Alright alright....Sheesh.”
“Goodnesses gracious-es lets eat!” Billie screamed
“Alright, Let me get some plates. To the kitchen.” I said.
We all sat down and Billie just started pigging out.
“Wow Bj you really were hungry huh?”
“Mhm” was all he could say.
“If you keep eating so fast, your gonna get a tummy ache.” Tre warned.
He didn't listen.
“So after we eat can we play twister?” Billie said with a mouth full.
“Yeah I guess. As long as you don't barf or something.” Tre joked.