Year Of The Plane, chapter 1

Nothing else happened, until three weeks later there was a banging at my door. "Come in!" I said, loudly as I dared. Tre walked in and said, "Whew! Nice place. Came over to see if you wanted to go to lunch and do something" It was inviting. "Fun!" We went to an Italian place for food and saw a scary movie. At times it was so scary I hid my head on his shoulder, and sometimes vice versa! It was just a REALLY scary movie. When it was over, Tre and I were walking back to the car, and he pulled me into the shadows and started kissing me. Some time later I realized I was kissing him back with every ounce of love for him I possessed. We went to the car, but once inside he didn't start the car. He sat there with the keys, looking at them. He reached over and kissed me once more, then started up the engine. He drove like a maniac on the way home. The movie had scared him. "That movie was too fucking scary! I'm gonna be scared of coffee shops for weeks!" I was bewildered. "Tre! The movie didn't even have a coffee shop in it, idiot!" I said playfully. "Well, still. Coffee can be a menace if you let it!" "Okay" Then the talking stopped. When we got home, we were instantly bored. "Let's go meet the other guys." "What other guys?" I had lost my brain! I knew exactly who he was talking about. "Oh, Billie Joe and Mike?" "Who else would I be talking about?" We got back in the car, and once again there was a maniac on the road. We arrived at a brown house not too far away. Parked there was a black BMW. Billie Joe's car, I thought. They must've carpooled. We went inside.