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Mike's Determination
Mike's Determination
<p>"Is Tre dead?" Jakob questioned. Mike slowly approached Tre, before falling to his knees slowly next to him. <br />
"Tre?" He whispered carefully. He listened carefully, before replying, "No, he's not!!"<br />
"Then what is he?" Joey wondered.<br />
"He's ASLEEP!!" Mike responded, his worried, solemn face turning into an annoyed, angry face. He slowly got up, before bursting completely. "TRE! TRE YOU ASSHOLE GET UP RIGHT NOW! YOU LIL SON OF A BITCH!!" <br />
"What's Mike doing?" Jakob quizzed to Adrienne. <br />
"Don't listen! Or look!" Adrienne ushered, rushing over to him and covering his eyes and ears. <br />
"TRE YOU DUMB-ASS, HURRY UP AND WAKE UP, COZ I'M RUNNING OUT OF NAMES TO CALL YOU, YOU... BUM-HOLE!" Mike continued, continuing to kick Tre. He wanted to stop, because he knew very well that he soon would injure Tre, and his name calling was getting pathetic. Still Tre did not awake. </p>
***
<p>One ticket for Adelaide, Australia, thanks," Billie Joe demanded to the lady in red and white behind the counter. She handed him the ticket, charged him and he was on his way. <br />
"Once I get on this plane I'm never turning back," Billie sighed to himself. He then nodded and slowly pulled down his preppish sunglasses, so that hopefully, no one would notice him. He glared at himself in a nearby mirror- he could hardly stand his 'disguise'. He had a brown, shaggy haired wig on, an Hawaiian t-shirt tucked into a pair of incredibly tight shorts with pillows tucked into the back of the shorts and the front of the shirt to make him look obese, topped off with a pair of bright green (shoe) thongs. There was no way that anyone would recognise him now. He fished out a pair of maracas and started waving them around, singing 'Feliz Navidad' in a very un-orderly fashion.<br />
"Now, for my walk," Billie Joe chucked in his head, "Left, right, leap, left, right left," He repeated silently. Then, he gave way to the gates.<br />
"Ticket please," The flight attendant smiled. <br />
"*ahem* Thank you," Billie Joe said in his most laid back voice, which sounded more like an old man. The flight attendant glared at him in a weird way, before Billie Joe started to get nervous, snatched the ticket and scurried off to find a seat. He looked around- heaps of spaces, so he plonked down on one right in the middle, where everyone could see him- it makes him less suspicious- since when did celebrates want to be seen and heard? He looked around, bopping his head up and down to the rhythm of the maracas he was still shaking, when he caught the eyes of a very familiar face- John. There was no way that Billie Joe could avoid him, as John knew about Billie's disguise, as well as the fact that Billie stood out like a wart on the end of someone's nose. Then he remembered- the backup costume! Without delay, Billie Joe rushed over to the toilet that was at the back of the plane. He snatched up his 2nd costume for the day; a tight, bright pink boob tube, a denim mini skirt, a long, blonde wig, a French bourree and black high heel leather boots. And that was minus the extras. Billie took a breath, and then continued to recover things from his overflowing bag- fake eyelashes, 2 coconuts for that 'extra' touch and Billie's personal favourite, the XXX body waxing kit. He plonked everything on the ground, except for the waxing kit. <br />"Here goes nothing," he sighed quietly. Quickly he undressed himself, and when he was completely naked, he heard someone- obviously John- cry out "ARMSTRONG!"<br />
Billie gasped as John burst down the door and reached for him. Without thinking clearly, he headed for the toilet exit, revealing himself to the whole of the plane. Almost everyone took about a bazillion photos of him as he ran up and down the isles frantically. <br />
The chase was on.</p>
***
<p>"TRE," Mike started, but pausing to calm down, "Tre, Please don't fuck with me today, I need you... WE need you."
Everything was silent. No one dared say a word.<br />
"Get up Tre... GET UP! Everyone needs you! I already have a friend that's gonna die any day now, a dad that just took off for Adelaide, a family friend who's trying desperately to help me out with this, and I DON'T need another family friend turning out like this," Joey pleaded. <br />
Still Tre did not reply. </p>
***
<p>"Somebody help meee!!" Billie cried in his head- he didn't have the guts to say it aloud, "Geez I wish Mike was here. He'd sure help me get away from John, even though I'm butt naked, and besides the fact he told me he was related to Bush- TWICE! But still, Mike's not that sort of person, he has some form of brains... no wait, if he's related to Bush, and he said something twice, he can't have... I'm confusing myself!"<br />
Billie Joe was so caught up in his thoughts, he stopped running, and John caught up and tackled him to the ground, and held his gun to Billie's head. <br />
"DON'T HURT ME!!! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME AGAIN!" Billie cried, tears streaming down his cheeks, "I HAVE FAMILY!! I HAVE FRIENDS... WHICH ARE ALSO FAMILY TO ME! DON'T DESTROY MY LIFE!"<br />
John paused, "Maybe you're right."<br />
Billie's face lit up, as he squirmed out of John's loosened grip.
"He he... sucker," He giggled lightly. </p>
***
<p>"I don't feel like we should waste anymore time," Joey suggested.
"Yeah, we should get help," Mike agreed. <br />
"Oh... that's just reminded me of Michelle... " Joey shyly remembered.<br />
"It's okay, Joey, she'll be okay," Mike assured, rubbing Joey's back. <br />
Together they made their way to the hospital in Mike's very handy car, and headed down to the hospital. <br />
"Now, when we get to the hospital, I'll 'aid' Tre, and you do... something," Mike instructed. <br />
"What?" Joey questioned.<br />
"You just... go and visit Michelle," Mike suggested.<br />
"If you insist," Joey sighed. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to do, but it was only right.<br />
"What about me? And Jakob?" Adrienne asked lightly.
"You... stay here and guard the car," Mike advised. Adrienne nodded.<br />
There was an odd silence, before Mike started to talk again.<br />
"When we get to the hospital, I'll 'aid' Tre and you guys can occupy yourselves," Mike repeated. <br />
"Err... Mikey? Didn't you just say that like, 20 seconds ago?" Joey wandered.<br />
"I did not!" Mike dignified.<br />
"Did too!" Joey snapped back.<br />
"DID NOT!" Mike defended.<br />
"Stop it you two. This is not the time, nor the place," Adrienne firmly told them.
Joey silently sighed, a look of worry in his eyes- what the hell was with Mikey that day?</p>
***
<p>"COME BACK HERE ARMSTRONG!!!" John screamed at the top of his lungs.<br />"No!!" Billie Joe shouted back.<br />
"Why not??" John asked.<br />
"... I... Don't... Know!" Billie Joe realised.<br />
"See? So why don't you just slow down, and let me catch up," John instructed.<br />
"Oh oka... NO!" Billie Joe said, almost giving into John's foolish plan.
Just then, about half a dozen security guards paraded out and grabbed hold of John.<br />
"HA HA!!! B-U-S-T-E-D!! BUSTED!!" Billie Joe teased, pointing his fingers at John and dancing around on a form of victory. <br />
"And you... you better watch yourself. But put some clothes on first. Put some clothes on first, and THEN watch yourself. Please," One of the guards warned Billie Joe. Billie nodded obediently and sat down in a seat near the back of the plane. He glared out the window- no more friends, no more band rehearsals, and no more Californian sun. He wasn't sure what was going to happen- but there would be no turning back. </p>
<p>"Hey you! Cover yourself, NOW!" One of the remaining security guards demanded.<br />
"NO! He looks better nude!" A random lady called.
Billie Joe sighed.</p>
***
<p>"Are we there yet?" Joey annoyingly quizzed.<br />
"Yes, that's why I'm still driving," Mike sarcastically snapped.<br />
"Yes, that's why I'm still driving," Joey imitated, making really weird facial expressions.<br />
"Quit it," Mike argued.<br />
"No," Joey denied.<br />
"Quit it," Mike repeated.<br />
"No," Joey giggled. <br />
"Aww!!!!!!!!!!! You're a meanie!!" Mike whined, slapping Joey lightly.<br />
"Mike, shut up. You're acting like a baby," Adrienne told Mike.<br />
"But babies can't talk, let alone drive," Mike appointed.<br />
"You get what I mean," Adrienne smiled, rolling her eyes slightly.<br />
"I do?" Mike quizzed.<br />
"Just shut up!" Adrienne laughed. <br /></p>
<p>By that time they had arrived at the hospital. They all walked into the hospital. Mike was grasping Tre's arm and Adrienne was on the other side of Tre. Joey waddled down to Michelle's room, but a doctor got in his way.<br />
"I know you, you're the little fella who's friends with the girl in that ward," He recalled, pointing to a ward.<br />
"Yes, I'd like to see her," Joey nodded, trying to push past the doctor.
"Well... you can't," The doctor sighed.<br />
"What do you mean?" Joey stammered.<br />
"She died last night."</p>
"Tre?" He whispered carefully. He listened carefully, before replying, "No, he's not!!"<br />
"Then what is he?" Joey wondered.<br />
"He's ASLEEP!!" Mike responded, his worried, solemn face turning into an annoyed, angry face. He slowly got up, before bursting completely. "TRE! TRE YOU ASSHOLE GET UP RIGHT NOW! YOU LIL SON OF A BITCH!!" <br />
"What's Mike doing?" Jakob quizzed to Adrienne. <br />
"Don't listen! Or look!" Adrienne ushered, rushing over to him and covering his eyes and ears. <br />
"TRE YOU DUMB-ASS, HURRY UP AND WAKE UP, COZ I'M RUNNING OUT OF NAMES TO CALL YOU, YOU... BUM-HOLE!" Mike continued, continuing to kick Tre. He wanted to stop, because he knew very well that he soon would injure Tre, and his name calling was getting pathetic. Still Tre did not awake. </p>
***
<p>One ticket for Adelaide, Australia, thanks," Billie Joe demanded to the lady in red and white behind the counter. She handed him the ticket, charged him and he was on his way. <br />
"Once I get on this plane I'm never turning back," Billie sighed to himself. He then nodded and slowly pulled down his preppish sunglasses, so that hopefully, no one would notice him. He glared at himself in a nearby mirror- he could hardly stand his 'disguise'. He had a brown, shaggy haired wig on, an Hawaiian t-shirt tucked into a pair of incredibly tight shorts with pillows tucked into the back of the shorts and the front of the shirt to make him look obese, topped off with a pair of bright green (shoe) thongs. There was no way that anyone would recognise him now. He fished out a pair of maracas and started waving them around, singing 'Feliz Navidad' in a very un-orderly fashion.<br />
"Now, for my walk," Billie Joe chucked in his head, "Left, right, leap, left, right left," He repeated silently. Then, he gave way to the gates.<br />
"Ticket please," The flight attendant smiled. <br />
"*ahem* Thank you," Billie Joe said in his most laid back voice, which sounded more like an old man. The flight attendant glared at him in a weird way, before Billie Joe started to get nervous, snatched the ticket and scurried off to find a seat. He looked around- heaps of spaces, so he plonked down on one right in the middle, where everyone could see him- it makes him less suspicious- since when did celebrates want to be seen and heard? He looked around, bopping his head up and down to the rhythm of the maracas he was still shaking, when he caught the eyes of a very familiar face- John. There was no way that Billie Joe could avoid him, as John knew about Billie's disguise, as well as the fact that Billie stood out like a wart on the end of someone's nose. Then he remembered- the backup costume! Without delay, Billie Joe rushed over to the toilet that was at the back of the plane. He snatched up his 2nd costume for the day; a tight, bright pink boob tube, a denim mini skirt, a long, blonde wig, a French bourree and black high heel leather boots. And that was minus the extras. Billie took a breath, and then continued to recover things from his overflowing bag- fake eyelashes, 2 coconuts for that 'extra' touch and Billie's personal favourite, the XXX body waxing kit. He plonked everything on the ground, except for the waxing kit. <br />"Here goes nothing," he sighed quietly. Quickly he undressed himself, and when he was completely naked, he heard someone- obviously John- cry out "ARMSTRONG!"<br />
Billie gasped as John burst down the door and reached for him. Without thinking clearly, he headed for the toilet exit, revealing himself to the whole of the plane. Almost everyone took about a bazillion photos of him as he ran up and down the isles frantically. <br />
The chase was on.</p>
***
<p>"TRE," Mike started, but pausing to calm down, "Tre, Please don't fuck with me today, I need you... WE need you."
Everything was silent. No one dared say a word.<br />
"Get up Tre... GET UP! Everyone needs you! I already have a friend that's gonna die any day now, a dad that just took off for Adelaide, a family friend who's trying desperately to help me out with this, and I DON'T need another family friend turning out like this," Joey pleaded. <br />
Still Tre did not reply. </p>
***
<p>"Somebody help meee!!" Billie cried in his head- he didn't have the guts to say it aloud, "Geez I wish Mike was here. He'd sure help me get away from John, even though I'm butt naked, and besides the fact he told me he was related to Bush- TWICE! But still, Mike's not that sort of person, he has some form of brains... no wait, if he's related to Bush, and he said something twice, he can't have... I'm confusing myself!"<br />
Billie Joe was so caught up in his thoughts, he stopped running, and John caught up and tackled him to the ground, and held his gun to Billie's head. <br />
"DON'T HURT ME!!! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME AGAIN!" Billie cried, tears streaming down his cheeks, "I HAVE FAMILY!! I HAVE FRIENDS... WHICH ARE ALSO FAMILY TO ME! DON'T DESTROY MY LIFE!"<br />
John paused, "Maybe you're right."<br />
Billie's face lit up, as he squirmed out of John's loosened grip.
"He he... sucker," He giggled lightly. </p>
***
<p>"I don't feel like we should waste anymore time," Joey suggested.
"Yeah, we should get help," Mike agreed. <br />
"Oh... that's just reminded me of Michelle... " Joey shyly remembered.<br />
"It's okay, Joey, she'll be okay," Mike assured, rubbing Joey's back. <br />
Together they made their way to the hospital in Mike's very handy car, and headed down to the hospital. <br />
"Now, when we get to the hospital, I'll 'aid' Tre, and you do... something," Mike instructed. <br />
"What?" Joey questioned.<br />
"You just... go and visit Michelle," Mike suggested.<br />
"If you insist," Joey sighed. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to do, but it was only right.<br />
"What about me? And Jakob?" Adrienne asked lightly.
"You... stay here and guard the car," Mike advised. Adrienne nodded.<br />
There was an odd silence, before Mike started to talk again.<br />
"When we get to the hospital, I'll 'aid' Tre and you guys can occupy yourselves," Mike repeated. <br />
"Err... Mikey? Didn't you just say that like, 20 seconds ago?" Joey wandered.<br />
"I did not!" Mike dignified.<br />
"Did too!" Joey snapped back.<br />
"DID NOT!" Mike defended.<br />
"Stop it you two. This is not the time, nor the place," Adrienne firmly told them.
Joey silently sighed, a look of worry in his eyes- what the hell was with Mikey that day?</p>
***
<p>"COME BACK HERE ARMSTRONG!!!" John screamed at the top of his lungs.<br />"No!!" Billie Joe shouted back.<br />
"Why not??" John asked.<br />
"... I... Don't... Know!" Billie Joe realised.<br />
"See? So why don't you just slow down, and let me catch up," John instructed.<br />
"Oh oka... NO!" Billie Joe said, almost giving into John's foolish plan.
Just then, about half a dozen security guards paraded out and grabbed hold of John.<br />
"HA HA!!! B-U-S-T-E-D!! BUSTED!!" Billie Joe teased, pointing his fingers at John and dancing around on a form of victory. <br />
"And you... you better watch yourself. But put some clothes on first. Put some clothes on first, and THEN watch yourself. Please," One of the guards warned Billie Joe. Billie nodded obediently and sat down in a seat near the back of the plane. He glared out the window- no more friends, no more band rehearsals, and no more Californian sun. He wasn't sure what was going to happen- but there would be no turning back. </p>
<p>"Hey you! Cover yourself, NOW!" One of the remaining security guards demanded.<br />
"NO! He looks better nude!" A random lady called.
Billie Joe sighed.</p>
***
<p>"Are we there yet?" Joey annoyingly quizzed.<br />
"Yes, that's why I'm still driving," Mike sarcastically snapped.<br />
"Yes, that's why I'm still driving," Joey imitated, making really weird facial expressions.<br />
"Quit it," Mike argued.<br />
"No," Joey denied.<br />
"Quit it," Mike repeated.<br />
"No," Joey giggled. <br />
"Aww!!!!!!!!!!! You're a meanie!!" Mike whined, slapping Joey lightly.<br />
"Mike, shut up. You're acting like a baby," Adrienne told Mike.<br />
"But babies can't talk, let alone drive," Mike appointed.<br />
"You get what I mean," Adrienne smiled, rolling her eyes slightly.<br />
"I do?" Mike quizzed.<br />
"Just shut up!" Adrienne laughed. <br /></p>
<p>By that time they had arrived at the hospital. They all walked into the hospital. Mike was grasping Tre's arm and Adrienne was on the other side of Tre. Joey waddled down to Michelle's room, but a doctor got in his way.<br />
"I know you, you're the little fella who's friends with the girl in that ward," He recalled, pointing to a ward.<br />
"Yes, I'd like to see her," Joey nodded, trying to push past the doctor.
"Well... you can't," The doctor sighed.<br />
"What do you mean?" Joey stammered.<br />
"She died last night."</p>