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Where the hell are they?!
Mike had been searching for the past hour for his car keys. He needed to drive to the store to buy some food he was going to cook for a family party round Tre's house.
I swear I put them here!
He stared at the key rack in disbelief and frustration began to creep in
Where have I been since I last drove?
The garden, why would I take my keys there? Um...
Tre's!
Suddenly remembering that two days ago he decided to walk to Tre's last minute, still with his car keys, they must be over there, if not then he will nick Tre's car. So, he shoved his shoes on and jogged over to Mr. Cool's house.
As he neared the destination, he couldn't help but notice a faint sugary scent and some sort of high pitched battle cry
Sounds like the war of the chipmunks
Now, much to Mike's frustration and disappointment, these noises got louder as he slowed down to Tre's door
Of fucking course its Tre
ding dong
The door opened to reveal a huge mischievous grin dressed in cheap army gear, and a tutu. He was armed with a DIY looking gun and a lot of marshmallows
Imma ignore that
"Hello Tre, I just came to ask if I left my car keys here"
Tre didn't answer, he just giggled then dramatically bowed and swooped his hand towards the hallway, motioning Mike in
"So, can you help me find these? I need to get the food for tonight." Mike turned to Tre as he stepped into the living room, ignoring the mess of fluffy ammo scattered everywhere
Something twinkled in Tre's eyes "Sure, Mikey," Tre said, "I'll help you, but first, let's have a little fun." With that, he poured some marshmallows into his gun and aimed it at Mike, who sighed
"Not now Tre, maybe when I get back from the-"
pew pew pew pew pew
"Tre, seriously! This isn't the time for marshmallow wars!" Mike exclaimed, ducking and dodging the fluffy missiles.
Tre smirked mischievously. "Who said we can't have fun while we look for your keys?"
Reluctantly, Mike joined in the silly war Tre fabricated. They flung themselves around the room, Mike picking up the fluff on the floor and lobbing it at Tre, whilst Tre shrieked and reloaded. Mike couldn't say he wasn't having fun
As they kicked over the sofas and took cover on opposite side of the living room, Mike noticed a glimmer in the corner of his eye...
"Tre, I found them!" Mike exclaimed triumphantly, holding up the keys that were hidden in the wasteland of confectionary and standing on top of the over-turned sofa like a champion
Tre finally stopped shooting marshmallows and looked at Mike with a grin, "See, my methods may be questionable, but are just as effective", he wiggled his eyebrows
Suddenly Billie barged into the room, "What the fuck happened here!" he was desperately trying not to laugh at Tre's odd outfit
Mike jumped down from the sofa, jingling his car keys "We were trying to find these"
"Sure, sure, you do realise that you are gonna have to clear this up? Everybody else is getting here in like an hour!"
Tre ran to Mike and started to push him towards the front door, "The hell we aren't, me and Mike are going to by some groceries, have fun clearing up BeeJ!" Billie stood there with a Pikachu face as Tre quickly shut the door and both him and Mike ran to Mike's
"Hey no! Get back here!", Billie opened the door and looked over after Mike and Tre who had already bolted too far, "Shit, those fuckers!" he chuckled a little until he scanned the mess in horror and gulped, "This sure looks like fun"
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Green Day Oneshots
FanficI, in fact, unfortunately do not own any members of Green Day. These oneshots are very random, perhaps reflecting my weird brain, just Green Day being silly beans.
