Childhood Sweetheart Punks, chapter 6
Becci sighed quietly as they returned to the house, hand in hand. When they got there, they were greeted by an indignant Sophie.
“Err, who the hell used all the hot water and left me to have an ICY FREAKING COLD SHOWER?� Becci cowered slightly as she recognised her housemate’s current mood: predatory and thoroughly pissed off. She guessed that her morning had not gone remotely well.
“WELL?� For her height of 5�3, Sophie was an intimidating figure when she was angry. She glowered at the both of them, and then gave up and stomped into the kitchen, muttering under her breath about bloody lovebirds and their lack of common sense. Billie looked at Becci with a raised eyebrow, and Becci said, quietly: “Caffeine deprivation, lack of sleep and too many late nights in a row do not make a happy Sophie. Add to that a cold shower, and she goes into auto-rant.�
“I HEARD THAT YOU CHEEKY FUCK!�
Becci gave a glance towards the kitchen, and then nodded at Billie as he said: “Might be wise to make ourselves scarce.� Becci’s response aside from the nod was a light quip of: “Captain Obvious, I salute your wisdom.�
They ran upstairs, Becci poking Billie out of the way so that she could have main possession of the bed. She lounged on it happily, like a cat, graceful and lithe even when sprawled out all over the place, and smirked at Billie who faked an injured pout.
“Lose the puppy eyes, they don’t work on me,� Becci maintained, glaring at him playfully. The moment was interrupted by an incredibly loud yell, and then the doorbell rang. Billie rolled his eyes as she shifted, said: "You can have the bed now, I'll be back." She got up to head downstairs, only to be snatched back into his arms and gathered to his chest. His voice was muffled as he muttered grumpily into her back: "Leave it, for the love of fucking God. Let Soph' get it or something. It gets damned boring in here without your pretty face." Becci rolled her eyes expressively, and poked him sharply in the chest, before saying: "Oi, not just a pretty face here you know. Sod off a minute, Soph' isn't best pleased with us anyway, it'll be worse if we leave her to get the door." He refused to let her go, muttered quietly something that sounded along the lines of 'Is Soph' ever best pleased about anything?' He received a smack on the butt for that comment, which left a slight grin on his face as he raised an eyebrow at her. Becci shot him a playful glare and said: "Mind out of gutter please.....I don't do garbage."
Downstairs......
Sophie swore under her breath as she wrapped a tissue around the cut on her hand, striding to the door and opening it with a cross expression that would have intimidated most anyone. She was expecting an annoying magazine seller who always called at around this time no matter how many times she told him that they wouldn't buy anything. She couldn't have been further off the mark.
Tre stood in the porch, shivering slightly from the cold. He rolled his eyes to himself and muttered 'Ye Gods, give me fucking strength,' under his breath as he pictured the smug grin that would most likely be adorning Billie-Joe's face when he opened the door. He shivered again as he thought to himself 'Come on Billie, open the fucking door before I decide to find my own way in." As if in response to his thought, the door shot open. However, the person who opened it was far from what he expected.
A petite brunette stood in front of him, looking thoroughly irritated for a couple of seconds before her expression lightened and smoothed her frown away, leaving a little curl of a smile about her lips that she couldn't seem to help possessing however pissed off she was. She wore an ordinary pair of torn up jeans, and a black tank top with a warm jacket over the top in Tre's favourite shade of blue. It matched her eyes as they sparkled and caught the light, changing from dark blue to a shimmering turqoise in a matter of seconds. Finally, Tre found his voice. 'Um, hi?' he said, slightly unnerved by his reaction to this girl. She replied, her crisp English accent curling around each syllable much like Becci's did initially, but somehow different with the lyrical roll to the letter r in her words. "Hi, you must be Tre, right? Friend of that guy who is making out with my best friend upstairs after using up all the hot water this morning?"
Tre laughed slightly at her description of Billie, and said: "Hm, I don't know. Could be some other Billie Joe 'Water thief' Armstrong, though I doubt it." He paused momentarily, locked eyes with her and flashed her a charming smile. "I don't believe I know your name....?" She reddened slightly and exclaimed: "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm Sophie." She extended her hand, and then suddenly drew it back. He looked at her, slightly mystified, but then he caught sight of the bright red blood soaking through the tissue on her hand and dripping onto the floor. "Jesus!" he exclaimed, darting forward and lifting her wrist gently to check her hand. He peeled the tissue off slowly, ignoring her slight protest of 'It's all right, honestly....just a scratch' as he began to examine the cut. It was bleeding a lot, and Tre took her by the elbow and guided her firmly into the kitchen, which he could see since the door was wide open. He then realised that he had seen Sophie before....she was the bassist from Becci's band. He hadn't spoken to her that much at that point, though they had all set a record for getting wasted that night. He'd just admired from afar and drank himself stupid, as usual.
He saw an old looking tea-towel, clean and lying on the side, and then asked: "Do you need this...?" Sophie mutely shook her head by way of reply, and he doubled it over, warning her quietly as gentle fingers brushed her arm for seconds: "This might sting a little." He saw her grit her teeth as he pressed the towel down, keeping a steady, even pressure upon the wound. His fingers stroked her arm soothingly, and he felt the tension ebb from her slightly. His voice was soft as he asked: "How did you get this?" Sophie nodded over at a wicked looking carving knife and a stack of partially chopped vegetables, and said, her voice as quiet as his: "It was an accident Tre. Just a stupid mistake. I wasn't paying attention." Tre replied with a smile: "Something distracting you?"
Sophie shook her head and said: "No, nothing. I was just thinking of something I have to write for English. I really don't feel like writing that stuff right now. It's just full of bull-shit sometimes." Tre laughed lightly, and then noticed how pale she had turned, and asked worriedly: "Are you all right?" She nodded slightly, her lips livid slashes of colour against her slightly ashen skin, said: "Just a little dizzy. It'll pass." The would-be casual tone of her voice only served to worry him further, and it was then he came to realise that it was a bad idea to have her sitting up. He asked, quickly: "Where's the living room?"
Sophie pointed with her other hand, and then opened her mouth to ask: "Why?" but there were no words for her to say as he stood up and swept her into his arms quickly, walking through to the living room as if she weighed hardly anything, pressed close to his chest. He walked in and set her down on the sofa, ordered her: "Don't move a damned inch. I'm going to go find your first aid kit, I know you must have one somewhere." Sophie smiled wanly at him, the loss of blood clearly not doing her any good. "It's in my room, first one to the left at the top of the stairs. I'll go get...." she started to try and sit up, only to have him push her back down lightly, his eyes warning her not to budge. She let out a quiet 'humph' and lay back down, underneath the false irritation glad that she hadn't tried to move much further since her head had started to spin again.
Tre walked up the stairs, passed what sounded like was Becci's room judging from the laughter he recognised as Billie's coming from within. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, and carried on into the next room that she had specified to him. The room was a welcome haven of cool, hazy blues and whites, an exotic touch added by the deep scarlet drapes and bed spread, reminding him very much of a fairy tale bedroom. The bed was a four poster that looked comfortable. No posters adorned the walls but for a single Green Day tour poster that was framed in one corner. All other pictures consisted of framed photographs of people that looked to be friends and family. He smiled as he caught sight of a large one of Sophie and Becci, laughing and swatting each other playfully. She looked happy, he noted, no sadness in her eyes like there was now. What had changed?
Leaving his thought trail he caught sight of the first aid kit sitting on the bed side table, next to a bottle of water and a book. He read the cover briefly, recognising it as a gothic vampire novel. He grinned at her evident individuality and quirky tastes, wanting to know more the longer he looked. He picked up the first aid kit, took one last glance around and smiled as he caught sight of her guitar sitting in another corner of the room, pride of place right where she could see it. He snapped out of it quickly though as he remembered why he had come up here in the first place. He left the room, closing the door hurriedly behind him and calling to Becci and Billie, who sounded rather occupied to him "Don't mind me, I'm just getting the first aid kit for the bleeding young lady downstairs. I'm sure she appreciates your concern." The sarcasm was apparently lost on them, either that or they just didn't hear, and he sighed as he made his way down.
Sophie still lay on the sofa, but in contrast to the spinning of earlier her head now felt rather heavy. She could sleep, she needed to sleep. Her eyes began to slide slightly out of focus, and the world faded out as she slipped to one side, not feeling herself land on the floor as she passed out, the blood flowing freely from the cut, dangerously close to her wrist.
Tre came down the stairs, calling as he did so: "Hey Sophie, is it getting any better?" There was a silence in reply, and he raised an eyebrow, waltzing through into the living room. "Here we...." he cut off as he spotted her in a heap of blood and tangled limbs upon the floor, unconscious. He ran straight to her side and lifted her up, tilted her head back slightly as he said her name repeatedly: "Sophie, Sophie, Sophie......" shaking her gently as he did so. She didn't move aside from a slight, quiet groan escaping her lips. He didn't wait another moment, pulled her into his arms and laid her back on the sofa. He had to get her to wake up somehow, and an idea hit him. He reached for the tea towel again, apologised quietly in advance, though she couldn't hear him: "Sorry....."
Seconds later, he pressed down hard on the cut, causing her to shoot awake with a yell of pain. She yanked her hand away from him as the pain burned her nerve endings, tingling them and shooting straight through her, causing her fragile looking frame to shudder uncontrollably. Tre felt incredibly guilty as he saw the tears in her eyes, but slipped his arms around her and began to tend to the cut as she sat in his lap, talking to her and apologising again, making sure that she stayed awake while he did it. By the time he was done, her hand was neatly bandaged and a smile crossed her features and played on them irrestistibly.
He grinned back, feeling his smile starting to get out of hand. "We get all the drama here, don't we?" Sophie laughed and leant against him, unconsciously letting her long brown hair catch upon his shoulders and sweep across his chest. "We do indeed. Thanks for this though. I never knew that it was possible to lossoe more blood through your hand than your neck. I always thought that the neck was the more vulnerable of the two because it's so easily exposed."
Tre shook his head, brought up his hand and traced the edge of her jaw where it joined with her neck, said: "That part there that I just touched is one of the parts that can be easily disabled in the neck, but if something hits your palm and the bleeding won't stop, especially if it's near to your wrist, the blood loss is a lot faster." She locked eyes with him, her head starting to spin then from something that she knew was completely unrelated to the injury. His baby blue orbs caught her as he said: "I'm glad I was here. I wouldn't have gotten to meet you properly otherwise. I saw you at the gig before, but we never got a chance to talk. I guess I couldn't work up the nerve, so I just watched you. I can tell a lot about you from just watching you." The eye contact held and remained, and Sophie felt her knees go weak, thanking God for the small mercy that she was already sitting down.
"Oi you two, you've only just met!" shouted Billie jovially as he barged in, Becci in tow. Tre shot a baleful glare in his friend's direction, letting him know that he was in for it with regards to that comment later. Billie opened his mouth to comment again, until he saw the blood-stained bandage on Sophie's hand. "What happened to you?" he asked obtusely. Tre gave his friend another glare, and then said: "Well, if you two hadn't been so busy making out in Becci's room, maybe you would have heard me yell that Sophie was bleeding downstairs and required my assistance. I came up for the first aid kit, came back down to find that she had fallen off the sofa onto the floor unconscious. So I dealt with the cut and such, cleaned up the blood and sorted things out. Now she's fine." Sophie chipped in, remarked: "It wasn't pretty.....and this isn't the first time I've met Tre. We've met a couple times before but just never really spoken much."
Billie and Becci exchanged glances at Tre's obvious irritation, surprised at his reaction. Becci grinned slightly as she eyed the two of them, and simply said: "Ask her, why don't you? I can tell you're dying to." Tre glared at her once again, but his gaze softened as he caught Sophie's eye. It was then he realised what he had just done, and he went slightly red. Becci's grin grew wider, and she grabbed Billie's hand, said: "Come on, let's leave these two to themselves. I can think of far more appealing activities than to stand here and be glared at all day." Billie quirked an eyebrow at her, resulting in a smack upon his arm. "You like abusing me, don't you?" was the ending comment as the pair exited the room, echoing down the hall as they walked up the stairs again. They didn't hear Becci's reply, thankfully. They were alone again, but this time there was a slight awkwardness due to Becci's words.
Tre cleared his throat, asked quietly: "Feel like hanging out tonight?" Sophie grinned in reply, leant her head against his chest comfortably as she said: "No, I'm going to go hang out with the other sexy guy whose lap I'm sitting in." Tre's face fell momentarily, and then lit up with a huge, glowing grin as he realised what she had said. "Does that other sexy guy know how damned lucky he is to have such a gorgeous girl sitting in his lap?" he asked, pulling her slightly closer and trailing a finger along her cheek. She shivered under the touch, replied, her voice lowering..."I don't know, he's never said anything." Tre looked into her eyes, said "That guy's an idiot. I feel incredibly lucky." She smiled at him, asked: "Really?" He whispered in her ear: "Really. You're like a four leaf clover. You bring luck and such wherever you go. Ever since I first saw you, you've been lingering someplace in my mind." With a grin, he kissed her on the cheek, said: "That's going to be my nickname for you, if we ever get time that's close to private. Clover." He let out a shaky laugh, exclaimed: "This is crazy, I hardly know you and I really like you. Really like you." Sophie smiled and said: "I know what you mean. Likewise."
He shifted slightly, and Sophie moved from his lap so that he could stretch. Though she had been comfortable, she figured that she had better not be too easily caught. He spoke again. "So Clover, shall I call around later? 'Cause I have to go and sort a few things out at home...." She nodded, got to her feet and uncurled her long legs, saying over her shoulder: "See you here whenever then....Tre." Her way of saying his name was almost alluring, her lyrical accent curling around his name again. He closed his eyes for a moment and then got a hold of himself as he let himself out the door, a goofy smile on his lips.
“Err, who the hell used all the hot water and left me to have an ICY FREAKING COLD SHOWER?� Becci cowered slightly as she recognised her housemate’s current mood: predatory and thoroughly pissed off. She guessed that her morning had not gone remotely well.
“WELL?� For her height of 5�3, Sophie was an intimidating figure when she was angry. She glowered at the both of them, and then gave up and stomped into the kitchen, muttering under her breath about bloody lovebirds and their lack of common sense. Billie looked at Becci with a raised eyebrow, and Becci said, quietly: “Caffeine deprivation, lack of sleep and too many late nights in a row do not make a happy Sophie. Add to that a cold shower, and she goes into auto-rant.�
“I HEARD THAT YOU CHEEKY FUCK!�
Becci gave a glance towards the kitchen, and then nodded at Billie as he said: “Might be wise to make ourselves scarce.� Becci’s response aside from the nod was a light quip of: “Captain Obvious, I salute your wisdom.�
They ran upstairs, Becci poking Billie out of the way so that she could have main possession of the bed. She lounged on it happily, like a cat, graceful and lithe even when sprawled out all over the place, and smirked at Billie who faked an injured pout.
“Lose the puppy eyes, they don’t work on me,� Becci maintained, glaring at him playfully. The moment was interrupted by an incredibly loud yell, and then the doorbell rang. Billie rolled his eyes as she shifted, said: "You can have the bed now, I'll be back." She got up to head downstairs, only to be snatched back into his arms and gathered to his chest. His voice was muffled as he muttered grumpily into her back: "Leave it, for the love of fucking God. Let Soph' get it or something. It gets damned boring in here without your pretty face." Becci rolled her eyes expressively, and poked him sharply in the chest, before saying: "Oi, not just a pretty face here you know. Sod off a minute, Soph' isn't best pleased with us anyway, it'll be worse if we leave her to get the door." He refused to let her go, muttered quietly something that sounded along the lines of 'Is Soph' ever best pleased about anything?' He received a smack on the butt for that comment, which left a slight grin on his face as he raised an eyebrow at her. Becci shot him a playful glare and said: "Mind out of gutter please.....I don't do garbage."
Downstairs......
Sophie swore under her breath as she wrapped a tissue around the cut on her hand, striding to the door and opening it with a cross expression that would have intimidated most anyone. She was expecting an annoying magazine seller who always called at around this time no matter how many times she told him that they wouldn't buy anything. She couldn't have been further off the mark.
Tre stood in the porch, shivering slightly from the cold. He rolled his eyes to himself and muttered 'Ye Gods, give me fucking strength,' under his breath as he pictured the smug grin that would most likely be adorning Billie-Joe's face when he opened the door. He shivered again as he thought to himself 'Come on Billie, open the fucking door before I decide to find my own way in." As if in response to his thought, the door shot open. However, the person who opened it was far from what he expected.
A petite brunette stood in front of him, looking thoroughly irritated for a couple of seconds before her expression lightened and smoothed her frown away, leaving a little curl of a smile about her lips that she couldn't seem to help possessing however pissed off she was. She wore an ordinary pair of torn up jeans, and a black tank top with a warm jacket over the top in Tre's favourite shade of blue. It matched her eyes as they sparkled and caught the light, changing from dark blue to a shimmering turqoise in a matter of seconds. Finally, Tre found his voice. 'Um, hi?' he said, slightly unnerved by his reaction to this girl. She replied, her crisp English accent curling around each syllable much like Becci's did initially, but somehow different with the lyrical roll to the letter r in her words. "Hi, you must be Tre, right? Friend of that guy who is making out with my best friend upstairs after using up all the hot water this morning?"
Tre laughed slightly at her description of Billie, and said: "Hm, I don't know. Could be some other Billie Joe 'Water thief' Armstrong, though I doubt it." He paused momentarily, locked eyes with her and flashed her a charming smile. "I don't believe I know your name....?" She reddened slightly and exclaimed: "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm Sophie." She extended her hand, and then suddenly drew it back. He looked at her, slightly mystified, but then he caught sight of the bright red blood soaking through the tissue on her hand and dripping onto the floor. "Jesus!" he exclaimed, darting forward and lifting her wrist gently to check her hand. He peeled the tissue off slowly, ignoring her slight protest of 'It's all right, honestly....just a scratch' as he began to examine the cut. It was bleeding a lot, and Tre took her by the elbow and guided her firmly into the kitchen, which he could see since the door was wide open. He then realised that he had seen Sophie before....she was the bassist from Becci's band. He hadn't spoken to her that much at that point, though they had all set a record for getting wasted that night. He'd just admired from afar and drank himself stupid, as usual.
He saw an old looking tea-towel, clean and lying on the side, and then asked: "Do you need this...?" Sophie mutely shook her head by way of reply, and he doubled it over, warning her quietly as gentle fingers brushed her arm for seconds: "This might sting a little." He saw her grit her teeth as he pressed the towel down, keeping a steady, even pressure upon the wound. His fingers stroked her arm soothingly, and he felt the tension ebb from her slightly. His voice was soft as he asked: "How did you get this?" Sophie nodded over at a wicked looking carving knife and a stack of partially chopped vegetables, and said, her voice as quiet as his: "It was an accident Tre. Just a stupid mistake. I wasn't paying attention." Tre replied with a smile: "Something distracting you?"
Sophie shook her head and said: "No, nothing. I was just thinking of something I have to write for English. I really don't feel like writing that stuff right now. It's just full of bull-shit sometimes." Tre laughed lightly, and then noticed how pale she had turned, and asked worriedly: "Are you all right?" She nodded slightly, her lips livid slashes of colour against her slightly ashen skin, said: "Just a little dizzy. It'll pass." The would-be casual tone of her voice only served to worry him further, and it was then he came to realise that it was a bad idea to have her sitting up. He asked, quickly: "Where's the living room?"
Sophie pointed with her other hand, and then opened her mouth to ask: "Why?" but there were no words for her to say as he stood up and swept her into his arms quickly, walking through to the living room as if she weighed hardly anything, pressed close to his chest. He walked in and set her down on the sofa, ordered her: "Don't move a damned inch. I'm going to go find your first aid kit, I know you must have one somewhere." Sophie smiled wanly at him, the loss of blood clearly not doing her any good. "It's in my room, first one to the left at the top of the stairs. I'll go get...." she started to try and sit up, only to have him push her back down lightly, his eyes warning her not to budge. She let out a quiet 'humph' and lay back down, underneath the false irritation glad that she hadn't tried to move much further since her head had started to spin again.
Tre walked up the stairs, passed what sounded like was Becci's room judging from the laughter he recognised as Billie's coming from within. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, and carried on into the next room that she had specified to him. The room was a welcome haven of cool, hazy blues and whites, an exotic touch added by the deep scarlet drapes and bed spread, reminding him very much of a fairy tale bedroom. The bed was a four poster that looked comfortable. No posters adorned the walls but for a single Green Day tour poster that was framed in one corner. All other pictures consisted of framed photographs of people that looked to be friends and family. He smiled as he caught sight of a large one of Sophie and Becci, laughing and swatting each other playfully. She looked happy, he noted, no sadness in her eyes like there was now. What had changed?
Leaving his thought trail he caught sight of the first aid kit sitting on the bed side table, next to a bottle of water and a book. He read the cover briefly, recognising it as a gothic vampire novel. He grinned at her evident individuality and quirky tastes, wanting to know more the longer he looked. He picked up the first aid kit, took one last glance around and smiled as he caught sight of her guitar sitting in another corner of the room, pride of place right where she could see it. He snapped out of it quickly though as he remembered why he had come up here in the first place. He left the room, closing the door hurriedly behind him and calling to Becci and Billie, who sounded rather occupied to him "Don't mind me, I'm just getting the first aid kit for the bleeding young lady downstairs. I'm sure she appreciates your concern." The sarcasm was apparently lost on them, either that or they just didn't hear, and he sighed as he made his way down.
Sophie still lay on the sofa, but in contrast to the spinning of earlier her head now felt rather heavy. She could sleep, she needed to sleep. Her eyes began to slide slightly out of focus, and the world faded out as she slipped to one side, not feeling herself land on the floor as she passed out, the blood flowing freely from the cut, dangerously close to her wrist.
Tre came down the stairs, calling as he did so: "Hey Sophie, is it getting any better?" There was a silence in reply, and he raised an eyebrow, waltzing through into the living room. "Here we...." he cut off as he spotted her in a heap of blood and tangled limbs upon the floor, unconscious. He ran straight to her side and lifted her up, tilted her head back slightly as he said her name repeatedly: "Sophie, Sophie, Sophie......" shaking her gently as he did so. She didn't move aside from a slight, quiet groan escaping her lips. He didn't wait another moment, pulled her into his arms and laid her back on the sofa. He had to get her to wake up somehow, and an idea hit him. He reached for the tea towel again, apologised quietly in advance, though she couldn't hear him: "Sorry....."
Seconds later, he pressed down hard on the cut, causing her to shoot awake with a yell of pain. She yanked her hand away from him as the pain burned her nerve endings, tingling them and shooting straight through her, causing her fragile looking frame to shudder uncontrollably. Tre felt incredibly guilty as he saw the tears in her eyes, but slipped his arms around her and began to tend to the cut as she sat in his lap, talking to her and apologising again, making sure that she stayed awake while he did it. By the time he was done, her hand was neatly bandaged and a smile crossed her features and played on them irrestistibly.
He grinned back, feeling his smile starting to get out of hand. "We get all the drama here, don't we?" Sophie laughed and leant against him, unconsciously letting her long brown hair catch upon his shoulders and sweep across his chest. "We do indeed. Thanks for this though. I never knew that it was possible to lossoe more blood through your hand than your neck. I always thought that the neck was the more vulnerable of the two because it's so easily exposed."
Tre shook his head, brought up his hand and traced the edge of her jaw where it joined with her neck, said: "That part there that I just touched is one of the parts that can be easily disabled in the neck, but if something hits your palm and the bleeding won't stop, especially if it's near to your wrist, the blood loss is a lot faster." She locked eyes with him, her head starting to spin then from something that she knew was completely unrelated to the injury. His baby blue orbs caught her as he said: "I'm glad I was here. I wouldn't have gotten to meet you properly otherwise. I saw you at the gig before, but we never got a chance to talk. I guess I couldn't work up the nerve, so I just watched you. I can tell a lot about you from just watching you." The eye contact held and remained, and Sophie felt her knees go weak, thanking God for the small mercy that she was already sitting down.
"Oi you two, you've only just met!" shouted Billie jovially as he barged in, Becci in tow. Tre shot a baleful glare in his friend's direction, letting him know that he was in for it with regards to that comment later. Billie opened his mouth to comment again, until he saw the blood-stained bandage on Sophie's hand. "What happened to you?" he asked obtusely. Tre gave his friend another glare, and then said: "Well, if you two hadn't been so busy making out in Becci's room, maybe you would have heard me yell that Sophie was bleeding downstairs and required my assistance. I came up for the first aid kit, came back down to find that she had fallen off the sofa onto the floor unconscious. So I dealt with the cut and such, cleaned up the blood and sorted things out. Now she's fine." Sophie chipped in, remarked: "It wasn't pretty.....and this isn't the first time I've met Tre. We've met a couple times before but just never really spoken much."
Billie and Becci exchanged glances at Tre's obvious irritation, surprised at his reaction. Becci grinned slightly as she eyed the two of them, and simply said: "Ask her, why don't you? I can tell you're dying to." Tre glared at her once again, but his gaze softened as he caught Sophie's eye. It was then he realised what he had just done, and he went slightly red. Becci's grin grew wider, and she grabbed Billie's hand, said: "Come on, let's leave these two to themselves. I can think of far more appealing activities than to stand here and be glared at all day." Billie quirked an eyebrow at her, resulting in a smack upon his arm. "You like abusing me, don't you?" was the ending comment as the pair exited the room, echoing down the hall as they walked up the stairs again. They didn't hear Becci's reply, thankfully. They were alone again, but this time there was a slight awkwardness due to Becci's words.
Tre cleared his throat, asked quietly: "Feel like hanging out tonight?" Sophie grinned in reply, leant her head against his chest comfortably as she said: "No, I'm going to go hang out with the other sexy guy whose lap I'm sitting in." Tre's face fell momentarily, and then lit up with a huge, glowing grin as he realised what she had said. "Does that other sexy guy know how damned lucky he is to have such a gorgeous girl sitting in his lap?" he asked, pulling her slightly closer and trailing a finger along her cheek. She shivered under the touch, replied, her voice lowering..."I don't know, he's never said anything." Tre looked into her eyes, said "That guy's an idiot. I feel incredibly lucky." She smiled at him, asked: "Really?" He whispered in her ear: "Really. You're like a four leaf clover. You bring luck and such wherever you go. Ever since I first saw you, you've been lingering someplace in my mind." With a grin, he kissed her on the cheek, said: "That's going to be my nickname for you, if we ever get time that's close to private. Clover." He let out a shaky laugh, exclaimed: "This is crazy, I hardly know you and I really like you. Really like you." Sophie smiled and said: "I know what you mean. Likewise."
He shifted slightly, and Sophie moved from his lap so that he could stretch. Though she had been comfortable, she figured that she had better not be too easily caught. He spoke again. "So Clover, shall I call around later? 'Cause I have to go and sort a few things out at home...." She nodded, got to her feet and uncurled her long legs, saying over her shoulder: "See you here whenever then....Tre." Her way of saying his name was almost alluring, her lyrical accent curling around his name again. He closed his eyes for a moment and then got a hold of himself as he let himself out the door, a goofy smile on his lips.
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