NEW! Marvelous Misadventures of Tre Cool (Hotel Edition)
Title: The Marvelous Misadventures of Tre Cool (Hotel Edition)
Author: greendazed1218/ Whatshername/ Lindze
Pairing: OT3 (implied at least)
Rating: PG (pretty much just cute funny fluff)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the computer I'm writing with... And my mind, that comes up with these ideas...
Tour Bus Bathroom Edition
"Oh my god Tre!" Billie Joe almost screamed at one of his best friends. "Where the hell did you get a bag that big?"
Tre just laughed, sitting on the bed of the hotel room they were living in for the weekend, and opening the bag. "Ya want a joint Bill?" Tre asked.
"God Tre, how much did that shit cost?" Mike asked, flopping down on the bed next to the drummer.
"Enough!" Tre replied, taking some of the weed out of the bag to wrap it in a paper. "Bill?" Tre sing-songed, trying to get the singer to join him.
Billie sighed, jumping on the bed and curling up into Mike's chest. "Fine Tre, we'll bite, but we can't do too much, we got a fucking show later. This isn't fifteen years ago, we actually try to play well."
Tre rolled his eyes at one of his lovers, thinking how much fun it would be to play a show stoned, just like the old days. He had finally finished rolling the paper and was just about to light the joint when there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" The drummer asked.
"Hotel management! The police are out here, they were wondering if you would need an escort to your show?"
"Oh my god!" Tre squeaked to his lovers, jumping up and running to the bathroom, opening the heating vent and stashing his bag inside. "Be right out!" He yelled to the people on the other side of the door.
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Five hours later and the three men were done playing their show. All Billie and Mike wanted was to go to bed, Tre was still surprisingly hyped up, and he just wanted to keep playing. They entered their hotel room, Billie and Mike both falling to the bed, cuddling together. Tre walked to the TV and turned it on, watching cartoons for a little while. Somehow it was his way of calming down.
Thirty minutes went by, and they were all still awake. Billie sat up, rubbing his eyes. "God I'm really fucking hungry." He muttered, getting up from the bed and going to the fridge.
"Yeah, me too. Why don't ya bring something over for me too Bill." Mike said, sitting up in bed.
"Dammit!" Billie said, slamming the fridge door. "There's nothing in here!"
"Calm down Bill, we'll just go downstairs, I'm sure they'll still be serving something." Mike stood up and walked to the door. Tre and Billie quickly followed him.
Once they were down in the cafeteria area of the hotel, they realized that everyone else in the hotel seemed to be starving as well. "Damn, how many people get hungry at one am?" Mike asked, rubbing at his eyes.
Just then Billie realized that everyone else in the room was rubbing at their eyes as well. "Tre!" Billie said, teeth gritted, hands clenched.
"Yeah Beej?"
"Where the hell did you put the bag?" Billie asked, staring daggers at Tre.
"Just the heating ven... Oh god!" Tre realized what had happened, and he burst out laughing.
Just then Mike finally realized it too and he almost fell to the floor laughing so hard. "Bill! It's funny! Think about it!"
Billie looked away, then started giggling. "At least this time we don't have anything to clean up!" He almost yelled, clenching his hand on his side. "Wait," Billie started to sober. "If its in the air then that means..." He trailed off.
"Oh shit!" Tre yelled, turning to run back to the room.
Billie and Mike ran after him, entering the room a few minutes after Tre. Mike fell on the bed, out of breath, and Billie walked into the bathroom finding Tre holding a soaking wet half burnt bag. "Tre how did you get the fire out?" Billie asked, running a hand through his hair.
"Well, I shoved a towel in the toilet, then covered the bag with the towel, which fell to pieces on the floor." Tre replied, opening the bag and trying to salvage anything he could out of it.
"The floor looks like shit." Billie said, "Mike!"
Mike walked into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around the shorter man. "Shit, I thought you said we wouldn't have anything to clean up!"
"Do you want the hotel finding out it was us who burnt weed, and it spread through the building where it made the other customers high?" Billie asked, putting his hand on his hip.
Mike sighed. "Fine, but I'm taking a fucking nap first!" The bassist replied, walking out of the bathroom and falling to the bed.
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So, another edition of Marvelous Misadventures!
I hope it was as cute, funny, and fluffy as the
first! As I said with the first edition, I will post
these when my mind comes up with funny things that
Tre could do! I'm sure I'll have more soon!
*gives out Tre Cool aid and "brownies" that he
made with what was left from the bag*
Sorry if they're a little burnt!
*giggles* Comments make happy!
Author: greendazed1218/ Whatshername/ Lindze
Pairing: OT3 (implied at least)
Rating: PG (pretty much just cute funny fluff)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the computer I'm writing with... And my mind, that comes up with these ideas...
Tour Bus Bathroom Edition
"Oh my god Tre!" Billie Joe almost screamed at one of his best friends. "Where the hell did you get a bag that big?"
Tre just laughed, sitting on the bed of the hotel room they were living in for the weekend, and opening the bag. "Ya want a joint Bill?" Tre asked.
"God Tre, how much did that shit cost?" Mike asked, flopping down on the bed next to the drummer.
"Enough!" Tre replied, taking some of the weed out of the bag to wrap it in a paper. "Bill?" Tre sing-songed, trying to get the singer to join him.
Billie sighed, jumping on the bed and curling up into Mike's chest. "Fine Tre, we'll bite, but we can't do too much, we got a fucking show later. This isn't fifteen years ago, we actually try to play well."
Tre rolled his eyes at one of his lovers, thinking how much fun it would be to play a show stoned, just like the old days. He had finally finished rolling the paper and was just about to light the joint when there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" The drummer asked.
"Hotel management! The police are out here, they were wondering if you would need an escort to your show?"
"Oh my god!" Tre squeaked to his lovers, jumping up and running to the bathroom, opening the heating vent and stashing his bag inside. "Be right out!" He yelled to the people on the other side of the door.
****************************************************************************************************************
Five hours later and the three men were done playing their show. All Billie and Mike wanted was to go to bed, Tre was still surprisingly hyped up, and he just wanted to keep playing. They entered their hotel room, Billie and Mike both falling to the bed, cuddling together. Tre walked to the TV and turned it on, watching cartoons for a little while. Somehow it was his way of calming down.
Thirty minutes went by, and they were all still awake. Billie sat up, rubbing his eyes. "God I'm really fucking hungry." He muttered, getting up from the bed and going to the fridge.
"Yeah, me too. Why don't ya bring something over for me too Bill." Mike said, sitting up in bed.
"Dammit!" Billie said, slamming the fridge door. "There's nothing in here!"
"Calm down Bill, we'll just go downstairs, I'm sure they'll still be serving something." Mike stood up and walked to the door. Tre and Billie quickly followed him.
Once they were down in the cafeteria area of the hotel, they realized that everyone else in the hotel seemed to be starving as well. "Damn, how many people get hungry at one am?" Mike asked, rubbing at his eyes.
Just then Billie realized that everyone else in the room was rubbing at their eyes as well. "Tre!" Billie said, teeth gritted, hands clenched.
"Yeah Beej?"
"Where the hell did you put the bag?" Billie asked, staring daggers at Tre.
"Just the heating ven... Oh god!" Tre realized what had happened, and he burst out laughing.
Just then Mike finally realized it too and he almost fell to the floor laughing so hard. "Bill! It's funny! Think about it!"
Billie looked away, then started giggling. "At least this time we don't have anything to clean up!" He almost yelled, clenching his hand on his side. "Wait," Billie started to sober. "If its in the air then that means..." He trailed off.
"Oh shit!" Tre yelled, turning to run back to the room.
Billie and Mike ran after him, entering the room a few minutes after Tre. Mike fell on the bed, out of breath, and Billie walked into the bathroom finding Tre holding a soaking wet half burnt bag. "Tre how did you get the fire out?" Billie asked, running a hand through his hair.
"Well, I shoved a towel in the toilet, then covered the bag with the towel, which fell to pieces on the floor." Tre replied, opening the bag and trying to salvage anything he could out of it.
"The floor looks like shit." Billie said, "Mike!"
Mike walked into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around the shorter man. "Shit, I thought you said we wouldn't have anything to clean up!"
"Do you want the hotel finding out it was us who burnt weed, and it spread through the building where it made the other customers high?" Billie asked, putting his hand on his hip.
Mike sighed. "Fine, but I'm taking a fucking nap first!" The bassist replied, walking out of the bathroom and falling to the bed.
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So, another edition of Marvelous Misadventures!
I hope it was as cute, funny, and fluffy as the
first! As I said with the first edition, I will post
these when my mind comes up with funny things that
Tre could do! I'm sure I'll have more soon!
*gives out Tre Cool aid and "brownies" that he
made with what was left from the bag*
Sorry if they're a little burnt!
*giggles* Comments make happy!