Disaster(Sequel to Tragedy)

Chapter 25: Scattered

Bandit's POV

I was walking home with Mike the next day. "Have you heard from Billie?" I asked randomly.

"Good lord no," he said dramatically.

"Figured," I shrugged.

"So you were drooling over Xander yesterday," he laughed at me.

"Shut up Mike," I rolled my eyes.

"Aw Bandit's got a crush," he poked my ribs.

"Again, shut up Mike," I repeated myself.

He shook his head at me and kept laughing. We were approaching Tré's house and just before I opened the door Mike said, "he's single by the way."

"Mike shut up!" I don't know what else to do but tell him to shut up.

Tré opened the door, "ooh what'd he say?!"

"Nothing," I answered then Mike and I walked in the house. I set my book bag by the door and flopped onto the couch.

"I need a nap," Mike laid down on the other couch.

"It's almost Spring break at least," I yawned.

"Wait, is Gerard coming?" Tré sat on the couch next to me.

"Of course," I answered.

"Yes!" He cheered.

"And Mikey," I added.

"I can finally meet my twin!" Mike laughed.

"You guys look nothing alike but you just are similar, ugh it's weird!" I sighed.

"So they don't look similar yet they're similar?" Tré looked at me.

"Same height, plays bass guitar, extremely funny. Similarities..." I explained.

Tré was about to say something but got interrupted by Xander saying, "oh hey guys." He sat down in the rocking chair.

"Mike's out," Tré nodded to the couch. I looked over and saw Mike passed out hugging the couch pillow. I let out a small laugh.

"Either of you got a cigarette?" Xander asked.

"Yeah," Tré and I answered in unison.

"Here ya go," Tré pulled a pack out of his pocket and handed him a cigarette, "I would have Bandita give you one but if she runs out of cigarettes she'll start acting like a bitch."

Xander let out a small laugh. "He's not lying," I shrugged.

Tré turned on the TV and some dumb cartoon came on. "I would say we should go get burritos but Mike would kill us if we went without him," he commented.

"We should order a pizza," I suggested.

"Yes! I'll pay," Tré nodded.

"Tré, paying for something?" I gasped.

"Honey, I'm handing the guy the money but it's not my money," he grinned at me.

"Well honey, I don't have cash on me so you can't guilt trip me into it," I returned.

"Me neither," Xander added.

Tré grinned at us then crept over to Mike. He slowly reached into Mike's pocket and pulled out a crumbled up wad of cash. "Tré! No!" I whisper yelled.

"Well do you wanna pay for it?" Tré asked.

"No..." I answered.

"Exactly, when he wakes up he's gonna end up eat half the pizza anyway," he shrugged then went into the kitchen. I could hear him on the phone ordering two pizzas.