Bab's Uvula Who?, chapter 3
The next morning was a shocker for me. I could have sworn I was in my hotel room even if it wasn't the same hotel. It was tragic waking up and immediately having to hurl over the toilet from the night before. There had been too many mornings for me like that, and it would only make me be in an even bitchier mood than normal when I wake up feeling crappy. It was the standard, bad hang over. The throbbing headache, not wanting to see light, dry heaves after you have emptied your stomach almost completely. I ran into the bathroom to throw up a little to fast because I hadn't quite processed I wasn't wearing anything at all. That's when I started to remember the night before, even Harlan telling me not to leave even if I was drunk.
Crap. I really did remember.
After I rinsed my mouth out, I wrapped myself up in a towel and walked out into the room where Tre laid, spread eagle on the bed, with all the covers off of him. I walked over to the bed and pulled the sheet over him and searched for all my belongings. They were in various parts of the room. I was feeling like crap and being in the same room half naked while he slept naked. I wasn't happy with anything we did that night. We hadn't even gone on one date and that happened. I felt so disgusting. I didn't think of anything. But I could use the stupid excuse of "the alcohol got the better of me" but knew I would only being lying to myself.
I somehow found my purse and found my phone in it. I decided to call my friend up that lived in LA to come and get me because I sure as hell wasn't going to ride with him, who would probably puke at the same time I would and I wasn't in the mood to talk to him. I didn't want it to be a one nighter or else I would feel like a slut for the rest of my life. I dialed up her number. Vivian and I were good friends with her and I knew that's where Vivian would probably go after the party last night.
'Hello?' She said very perky.
'Carrie?' I mumbled, not caring if I woke him up.
'Kristy? Oh my goodness where are you? You have had your phone off all night and this morning and everyone is worried about you' She shrieked.
'Would you believe I am in the drummer of Green Day's room sitting half naked while he sleeps?' I rolled my eyes.
'What? You HATE them'
'I know. After I hang up from you I am going to poke at him and wake him up' I smirked, still tired and every word I said seemed to echo through my head, as well as Carrie's words.
'Do you need a ride or something?'
'Yes, I do. I need to get to my hotel and I don't want to go in a cab like this. I am in a towel I found after I hurled over the toilet'
'How terrible. I'll bring you something. What hotel are you at and what room number?' She asked. I wasn't prepared for that. I looked at the little tablet of paper that had the name of the hotel on it, and walked outside to look at the number on the door. I told her everything she needed to know and she got some clothing for me since I didn't want to wear my dress from the night before.
I stood up to go poke on Tre and I noticed my hair looked fried and my make up looked as shitty as I felt in the mirror next to the bed. I looked like a total mess. I walked over to his side and started to feel warm and kind again. The man had something that made me happy. I grabbed his hand and with my other hand I slightly pushed him.
'Hey wake up, filthy man' I smiled. He started to stir awake and then his eyes suddenly popped open and he got straight up and ran to the bathroom, mimicing exactly what I had done.
About a minute later, he walked out with his boxers on and his brown, spiked hair was all crunched down and the gel had turned a white color in his hair while his eyeliner he had on was smudged everywhere.
'Hey' He muttered. I must have had my normal, annoyed look on my face. 'You remember anything?'
'I have a great drunken memory. Believe it or not I remember everything'
'So you don't have to ask the obvious question. I remember it too'
'I feel so disgusting too'
'I may be a traveling rock star but even I don't do that when I just meet someone'
'Sorry.' I said with my head down. Looking down made my head hurt even more.
'It's no ones fault. I feel dirty in a bad way like I can't wash it off. Ever.'
'Same' There was a long awkward silence while we both processed everything, neither of us sure what to do.
'I have a ride coming. My friend Carrie'
'She's coming down from Oakland?'
'No. She lives here. She moved here when she graduated 14 years back. She's complete opposite of me too. Kind of. She's nice but tough. Opposite by being in the military though. She's republican too. Not that it's bad to be republican or be in the military it's just opposite of me' I was rambling like crazy. I was impressing myself too by not firing into him on asking him why the heck he needed to know.
'But if she's in the military, why is she here?' He asked. I had a sad look on my face after that question too. I could feel the expression I was putting on.
'She's on a six month break before she goes to Iraq. She's been trained and everything. I don't want her to go at all but it's like the country owns her now and she can't do anything. She seems pretty scared, yeah, but she enlisted while the war was happening and knew it was probably coming her way'
Right then there was a knock on the door. Tre stood up to answer it and there was a brown hair girl with her hair pulled back and a loose tee shirt and relaxed pants with white designer shoes.
'Hi. I don't need to ask if Kristy is here because I know you are Tre Cool and she said she was with you' Carrie said, confusing him with her odd greeting.
'Oh. You're Carrie? Come in' He stepped aside and she walked in with some clothes in her hands. I felt like she was my Mom right then, picking me up from some party I had passed out at when I was younger and I had to call her to come and get me. She handed me the clothes and exchanged a few words and I stepped into the bathroom to get changed. Seeing the toilet was enough to make me want to puke again, but my body wouldn't allow it.
After I was done, I saw Carrie and Tre sitting in an awkward silence. Tre had a disappointed look on his face that made me want to die right there, knowing it was because of me and the thought that he would never see me again. I didn't even want that.
'Carrie.. I'll be right out' I said. She gave me a look of understanding and stood up and walked towards the door.
'Nice meeting you, Tre. Kristy I am parked right by the door' She slipped out of the door.
'I can't NOT see you again' I began. 'I know how rude I was to you. But look. I am in town for a couple more days. We can do something today'
'That'd be nice' He said. The look on his face was making me happier. I wrote my phone number down on the paper tablet that I had seen earlier and where I would be at. I gave him a quick kiss, making the two of us smile.
I walked out and slid into the passengers seat of Carrie's car to find Vivian was in the back-seat. I was feeling like crap again. Massive mood swing.
'Why did you leave with him?' She jumped on me.
'What the fuck is your problem, Vivian? Didn't you see me last night?' I turned around in the seat, causing my head ache to punish me.
'Damn yes I saw you last night. I wouldn't doubt if you make your first debut, drunk on the cover of a magazine with him' She was talking a million miles an minute, as they seemed to bounce off each corner of me head.
'Look, I don't need you on my case right now, looking over my shoulder and trying to advise me on my own damn life'
'YOU HATE THE MAN'
'THAT'S NOT TRUE'
'Just because you slept with him when you were drunk doesn't mean anything'
'And you weren't there before and after WHERE YOU? Why the FUCK do you care about my sex life?'
We kept arguing back and fourth and screaming profanities, leaving Carrie not knowing what to do but drive. I was raging with anger and I could feel my cheeks flaming up. No one tells me what to do.
We drove all the way to the hotel in silence when we gave up on the fighting. It was good for my part. I was in a worse mood than normal and on top of it, I was pissed off. I didn't know what to do or how to put up with her so I stormed off to the room without saying a word to anyone.
Later that day, Tre actually did call me. This was after my shower and I had my own clean clothing on, looking decent for public.
'Hey! Feeling any better?' He said, sounding cheery.
'I feel fifteen pounds lighter already'
'Other than the feeling of significant weightloss, you doing okay?'
'What do you mean?'
'You didn't seem like the same person in the morning' He pointed the obvious out.
'Well, I guess I ended up finding you are better than I thought' I muttered, not wanting to admit a single thing. I wasn't that person that cared for romance, or let it play a major role but it was starting to over the coarse of less than 24 hours.
'So, are you up for dinner or something? We could hang out before then too'
'Okay. I am becoming acquainted with one member of your band, I kind of want to meet the rest'
'After you left and I got all cleaned up, I talked to Billie and he said you don't like us' He put out there.
'We can forget about me ever not liking you. I still don't know any of your stuff except for the mainstream things. I don't know anything about the other two either'
'There is way to much you don't know. And way to much you DON'T want to know' He teased.
'That's the same for everyone I guess. So. When are we supposed to get together?'
'How's four and we can go to dinner at five or five thirty?'
'Perfect, Mr. Cool'
'Alright Miss. Wright. You come back here then in a few hours and I'll see you then'
'Can't wait. Bye'
'Bye'
Wow. I was such a corny person. Not to mention sucked at flirting with him. I did however feel different speaking to him or being near him. People probably could have seen that at the party. Vivian certainly didn't except the way I felt either. I could really care less what people think about my relationships but when your friend doesn't support it you are stuck. Nothing to do. It's a confusing process.......
Crap. I really did remember.
After I rinsed my mouth out, I wrapped myself up in a towel and walked out into the room where Tre laid, spread eagle on the bed, with all the covers off of him. I walked over to the bed and pulled the sheet over him and searched for all my belongings. They were in various parts of the room. I was feeling like crap and being in the same room half naked while he slept naked. I wasn't happy with anything we did that night. We hadn't even gone on one date and that happened. I felt so disgusting. I didn't think of anything. But I could use the stupid excuse of "the alcohol got the better of me" but knew I would only being lying to myself.
I somehow found my purse and found my phone in it. I decided to call my friend up that lived in LA to come and get me because I sure as hell wasn't going to ride with him, who would probably puke at the same time I would and I wasn't in the mood to talk to him. I didn't want it to be a one nighter or else I would feel like a slut for the rest of my life. I dialed up her number. Vivian and I were good friends with her and I knew that's where Vivian would probably go after the party last night.
'Hello?' She said very perky.
'Carrie?' I mumbled, not caring if I woke him up.
'Kristy? Oh my goodness where are you? You have had your phone off all night and this morning and everyone is worried about you' She shrieked.
'Would you believe I am in the drummer of Green Day's room sitting half naked while he sleeps?' I rolled my eyes.
'What? You HATE them'
'I know. After I hang up from you I am going to poke at him and wake him up' I smirked, still tired and every word I said seemed to echo through my head, as well as Carrie's words.
'Do you need a ride or something?'
'Yes, I do. I need to get to my hotel and I don't want to go in a cab like this. I am in a towel I found after I hurled over the toilet'
'How terrible. I'll bring you something. What hotel are you at and what room number?' She asked. I wasn't prepared for that. I looked at the little tablet of paper that had the name of the hotel on it, and walked outside to look at the number on the door. I told her everything she needed to know and she got some clothing for me since I didn't want to wear my dress from the night before.
I stood up to go poke on Tre and I noticed my hair looked fried and my make up looked as shitty as I felt in the mirror next to the bed. I looked like a total mess. I walked over to his side and started to feel warm and kind again. The man had something that made me happy. I grabbed his hand and with my other hand I slightly pushed him.
'Hey wake up, filthy man' I smiled. He started to stir awake and then his eyes suddenly popped open and he got straight up and ran to the bathroom, mimicing exactly what I had done.
About a minute later, he walked out with his boxers on and his brown, spiked hair was all crunched down and the gel had turned a white color in his hair while his eyeliner he had on was smudged everywhere.
'Hey' He muttered. I must have had my normal, annoyed look on my face. 'You remember anything?'
'I have a great drunken memory. Believe it or not I remember everything'
'So you don't have to ask the obvious question. I remember it too'
'I feel so disgusting too'
'I may be a traveling rock star but even I don't do that when I just meet someone'
'Sorry.' I said with my head down. Looking down made my head hurt even more.
'It's no ones fault. I feel dirty in a bad way like I can't wash it off. Ever.'
'Same' There was a long awkward silence while we both processed everything, neither of us sure what to do.
'I have a ride coming. My friend Carrie'
'She's coming down from Oakland?'
'No. She lives here. She moved here when she graduated 14 years back. She's complete opposite of me too. Kind of. She's nice but tough. Opposite by being in the military though. She's republican too. Not that it's bad to be republican or be in the military it's just opposite of me' I was rambling like crazy. I was impressing myself too by not firing into him on asking him why the heck he needed to know.
'But if she's in the military, why is she here?' He asked. I had a sad look on my face after that question too. I could feel the expression I was putting on.
'She's on a six month break before she goes to Iraq. She's been trained and everything. I don't want her to go at all but it's like the country owns her now and she can't do anything. She seems pretty scared, yeah, but she enlisted while the war was happening and knew it was probably coming her way'
Right then there was a knock on the door. Tre stood up to answer it and there was a brown hair girl with her hair pulled back and a loose tee shirt and relaxed pants with white designer shoes.
'Hi. I don't need to ask if Kristy is here because I know you are Tre Cool and she said she was with you' Carrie said, confusing him with her odd greeting.
'Oh. You're Carrie? Come in' He stepped aside and she walked in with some clothes in her hands. I felt like she was my Mom right then, picking me up from some party I had passed out at when I was younger and I had to call her to come and get me. She handed me the clothes and exchanged a few words and I stepped into the bathroom to get changed. Seeing the toilet was enough to make me want to puke again, but my body wouldn't allow it.
After I was done, I saw Carrie and Tre sitting in an awkward silence. Tre had a disappointed look on his face that made me want to die right there, knowing it was because of me and the thought that he would never see me again. I didn't even want that.
'Carrie.. I'll be right out' I said. She gave me a look of understanding and stood up and walked towards the door.
'Nice meeting you, Tre. Kristy I am parked right by the door' She slipped out of the door.
'I can't NOT see you again' I began. 'I know how rude I was to you. But look. I am in town for a couple more days. We can do something today'
'That'd be nice' He said. The look on his face was making me happier. I wrote my phone number down on the paper tablet that I had seen earlier and where I would be at. I gave him a quick kiss, making the two of us smile.
I walked out and slid into the passengers seat of Carrie's car to find Vivian was in the back-seat. I was feeling like crap again. Massive mood swing.
'Why did you leave with him?' She jumped on me.
'What the fuck is your problem, Vivian? Didn't you see me last night?' I turned around in the seat, causing my head ache to punish me.
'Damn yes I saw you last night. I wouldn't doubt if you make your first debut, drunk on the cover of a magazine with him' She was talking a million miles an minute, as they seemed to bounce off each corner of me head.
'Look, I don't need you on my case right now, looking over my shoulder and trying to advise me on my own damn life'
'YOU HATE THE MAN'
'THAT'S NOT TRUE'
'Just because you slept with him when you were drunk doesn't mean anything'
'And you weren't there before and after WHERE YOU? Why the FUCK do you care about my sex life?'
We kept arguing back and fourth and screaming profanities, leaving Carrie not knowing what to do but drive. I was raging with anger and I could feel my cheeks flaming up. No one tells me what to do.
We drove all the way to the hotel in silence when we gave up on the fighting. It was good for my part. I was in a worse mood than normal and on top of it, I was pissed off. I didn't know what to do or how to put up with her so I stormed off to the room without saying a word to anyone.
Later that day, Tre actually did call me. This was after my shower and I had my own clean clothing on, looking decent for public.
'Hey! Feeling any better?' He said, sounding cheery.
'I feel fifteen pounds lighter already'
'Other than the feeling of significant weightloss, you doing okay?'
'What do you mean?'
'You didn't seem like the same person in the morning' He pointed the obvious out.
'Well, I guess I ended up finding you are better than I thought' I muttered, not wanting to admit a single thing. I wasn't that person that cared for romance, or let it play a major role but it was starting to over the coarse of less than 24 hours.
'So, are you up for dinner or something? We could hang out before then too'
'Okay. I am becoming acquainted with one member of your band, I kind of want to meet the rest'
'After you left and I got all cleaned up, I talked to Billie and he said you don't like us' He put out there.
'We can forget about me ever not liking you. I still don't know any of your stuff except for the mainstream things. I don't know anything about the other two either'
'There is way to much you don't know. And way to much you DON'T want to know' He teased.
'That's the same for everyone I guess. So. When are we supposed to get together?'
'How's four and we can go to dinner at five or five thirty?'
'Perfect, Mr. Cool'
'Alright Miss. Wright. You come back here then in a few hours and I'll see you then'
'Can't wait. Bye'
'Bye'
Wow. I was such a corny person. Not to mention sucked at flirting with him. I did however feel different speaking to him or being near him. People probably could have seen that at the party. Vivian certainly didn't except the way I felt either. I could really care less what people think about my relationships but when your friend doesn't support it you are stuck. Nothing to do. It's a confusing process.......
