"Fuck this shit, I'm out!" John screamed as he slammed the bass onto the ground. "Green Day isn't gonna get famous, I'm leaving!"

John marched out of there.

Frank looked at me... Or should I say, Tré Cool looked at me?

He got a stage name, and I kinda like it.

But he'll always be my Franky.

"Ok, so we just lost a bass player, what the fuck are we gonna do?" Tré asked.

"Don't look at me."

"You're the brains of this whole Shenanigans, soooo."

"I guess you're right, Franky."

"What are we, Frillie?"

"Baby, we don't need no stupid ass ship name..." I said as I put my guitar down.

"I guess you're right. I mean, it is 1990,ship names weren't popular or something," Tré said as he stood up.

"But, Tré." I said as I put my arm around Tré. "You'll still be my Franky. But, I'll call you Tré."

"I will always love you, my lil bigender bisexual king/princess." Tré said as our lips touched.

Damn, I love this guy.

I know the chapters are short but, as long as they're good ones, right?...