Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut, chapter 4
"I'm gonna go check on Tre." Billie Joe loudly whispered, stretching his legs before heading up the stairs back to my room.
"Will you please look at me?" Mike always gets what he wants, doesn't he?
I flipped back over onto my stomach, but still couldn't look him in the eye. I never could when someone was getting all serious. I felt like they were boring straight to my soul everytime I tried to look at them.
"I didn't mean to make you pissed off in anyway. I was just a little shocked that someone still had everything they've ever gotten that had to do with us."
"Ooooohh, so now I don't act my age?" Old habits die hard, man, old habits die hard. I've ALWAYS had this bad habit of turning things around on people.
"That's not what I meant! I've met very few people who didn't conform to the whole 'you don't like what you liked at 16' thing. You've stayed so dedicated to us for all these years. It amazed me. I'm really sorry..."
God, I felt like such an idiot right then. I can't believe I had just flipped out on my favorite bassist! I finally looked him in the eye and immediatly regretted it. He was giving me the whole "injured puppy" look. It killed me.
"Fine, you win. I'm not mad at you anymore." I crawled out from under the table and sat on the cold tile floor, looking straight into his sky blue eyes. He opened his arms for a hug, still giving me that painful look. I crawled over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Mike pulled my into a tight hug that made me MELT. It was almost as good as the hugs from Billie Joe and Tre... Almost. We stayed in a tight hug for awhile until Bille Joe and Tre were heard stomping down the stairs. Mike and me quickly let go, causing me to slide half way across the small kitchen.
"Are you guys still hungry?" Billie Joe asked Mike and I, walking over to the table to get our now cold food.
"Ummm... A lil' bit." I always lost my appetite when I got upset. STUPID NERVOUSE STOMACH!
"Good. I'm STAAAAARVING!" Tre wined, sitting down on my huge, squishy blue couch.
Billie grapped the bags of food off the table and headed into the living room, Mike and I walking on his heels. Billie Joe settled on the couch next to Tre', while Mike and I took up the whole floor between the coffe table and the couch. We attempted to watch TV, but since I didn't have cable or satellite yet, there wasn't much on. The four of us ended up talking about random stuff, like waffles and monkeys (Ok, so that was mostly Tre and me). Tre ended up eating a majority of my McChicken Sandwiche and fries, since I couldn't eat. Even if I hadn't've been upset earlier, I wouldn't have been able to eat much of it. Of course, Tre though nothing of it, neither did Billie, but Mike once again had the dreadful worried look on his face. I totally spaced, once again, that he hadn't known me my whole life. I do that a lot for some reason, forget that some people don't really know me, I mean.
"Don't freak! This is normal for me! Hellooooo... Haven't you noticed that I'm an Oompa Loompa compared to you guys? Tiny people just can't eat sometimes!"
"Yeah, you are an Oompa Loompa." Tre said, ruffling up my hair. I looked back over at Mike, who still had a worried look on his face.
"Serioulsy, DUDE, do you want me to call my grandma? She'll tell you the exact same thing I just told you. Don't worry!." I gave Mike a playful push that caused him to finally smile. I really don't know why people worry about me. It's my job to worry about everyone else. But, then again, he didn't know me very well yet. Why do I keep forgetting that?
"I'm soooo bored right now. Is there anything else we gotta do?" I said, lieing my head on Tre's knee. He put his hand on my head and ruffled my hair again.
I looked up at him and smiled, waiting for an answer from anybody. He looked down at me, smiled back, and said with a glint in his cloudy blue eyes...
"Ummmm... I think we still have to put your clothes away."
"Oh, yeah, I totally forgot about those."
Mike and Billie Joe sprang from the couch almost too eagerly, while Tre casual walked up the stairs, that glint still in his eyes. I hurried after them, not wanting them to open the boxes before me.
*Word of Advice: NEVER let three guys help you unpack your clothers, especially if they're pervs and had good taste. *
Billie Joe and Mike kept telling me how cute this was and how this would look good with that and which belts I should wear with which jeans. I don't know how I managed not to scream at them. My brother used to giver my advice all the time and it drove me CRAZY! Thank God he's in Texas now. Anyway, while Billie and Mike were giving me fashion advice, Tre was digging through all my boxes, trying on every bra he came across and wiggling his eyebrows at me everytime he found a pair of my underwear, which, because I am UBER GIRL were really lacey and ribbony.
Eventually, all that drove me so crazy that I ended up falling on the floor laughing hysterically. All three of them dropped whatever they were holding and looked over at me, then looking at eachother with a look like "What the hell is she on?" Tre started walking over to me, then crouched down with his hand on my knee that was sticky up in the air, trying to get me to calm down. He kept telling me to breathe and gave me all these serious looks that made me laugh even harder. Eventually, after a long while, I did calm down. The look Tre had been giving me was too heart wrenching to continue. He seriously looked like I had just woken up from being passed out. That look made me want to cry!
"What's that look for?" I really wanted to know what was going on in that sick and twisted mind of his.
"Why the hell did you start going into hysterics?" Jeez, I must have really scared them all. That kinda scared me...
"You guys were driving me crazy! If I wanted fashion advice, I would have moved to Texas. And you... If you stretched out ANY of my bras, you better replace ALL of them." Don't worry, I was saying all of this with a smile. I'm not that mean, I promise
***
Tre and me were sitting on my couch, watching something on Fuse, drinking all the beer and wine coolers I had left in my house. Mike and Billie were at Billie's house, hanging out like Tre and me. Tre would have been over there, too, but I insisted on someone staying in the house with me tonight and Tre didn't feel like making me cry or walking the few feet to Billie's house. Trust me, he wasn't only here because I didn't want to be alone, be put up a fight when Billie Joe and Mike were trying to get him to go home with them. Seriously, after I gave Billie Joe and Mike my "look" while I inisisted someone stay, Tre have them the same look and starting wining about not wanting to leave. So Billie Joe and Mike left, relectantly, of course...
"Will you please look at me?" Mike always gets what he wants, doesn't he?
I flipped back over onto my stomach, but still couldn't look him in the eye. I never could when someone was getting all serious. I felt like they were boring straight to my soul everytime I tried to look at them.
"I didn't mean to make you pissed off in anyway. I was just a little shocked that someone still had everything they've ever gotten that had to do with us."
"Ooooohh, so now I don't act my age?" Old habits die hard, man, old habits die hard. I've ALWAYS had this bad habit of turning things around on people.
"That's not what I meant! I've met very few people who didn't conform to the whole 'you don't like what you liked at 16' thing. You've stayed so dedicated to us for all these years. It amazed me. I'm really sorry..."
God, I felt like such an idiot right then. I can't believe I had just flipped out on my favorite bassist! I finally looked him in the eye and immediatly regretted it. He was giving me the whole "injured puppy" look. It killed me.
"Fine, you win. I'm not mad at you anymore." I crawled out from under the table and sat on the cold tile floor, looking straight into his sky blue eyes. He opened his arms for a hug, still giving me that painful look. I crawled over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Mike pulled my into a tight hug that made me MELT. It was almost as good as the hugs from Billie Joe and Tre... Almost. We stayed in a tight hug for awhile until Bille Joe and Tre were heard stomping down the stairs. Mike and me quickly let go, causing me to slide half way across the small kitchen.
"Are you guys still hungry?" Billie Joe asked Mike and I, walking over to the table to get our now cold food.
"Ummm... A lil' bit." I always lost my appetite when I got upset. STUPID NERVOUSE STOMACH!
"Good. I'm STAAAAARVING!" Tre wined, sitting down on my huge, squishy blue couch.
Billie grapped the bags of food off the table and headed into the living room, Mike and I walking on his heels. Billie Joe settled on the couch next to Tre', while Mike and I took up the whole floor between the coffe table and the couch. We attempted to watch TV, but since I didn't have cable or satellite yet, there wasn't much on. The four of us ended up talking about random stuff, like waffles and monkeys (Ok, so that was mostly Tre and me). Tre ended up eating a majority of my McChicken Sandwiche and fries, since I couldn't eat. Even if I hadn't've been upset earlier, I wouldn't have been able to eat much of it. Of course, Tre though nothing of it, neither did Billie, but Mike once again had the dreadful worried look on his face. I totally spaced, once again, that he hadn't known me my whole life. I do that a lot for some reason, forget that some people don't really know me, I mean.
"Don't freak! This is normal for me! Hellooooo... Haven't you noticed that I'm an Oompa Loompa compared to you guys? Tiny people just can't eat sometimes!"
"Yeah, you are an Oompa Loompa." Tre said, ruffling up my hair. I looked back over at Mike, who still had a worried look on his face.
"Serioulsy, DUDE, do you want me to call my grandma? She'll tell you the exact same thing I just told you. Don't worry!." I gave Mike a playful push that caused him to finally smile. I really don't know why people worry about me. It's my job to worry about everyone else. But, then again, he didn't know me very well yet. Why do I keep forgetting that?
"I'm soooo bored right now. Is there anything else we gotta do?" I said, lieing my head on Tre's knee. He put his hand on my head and ruffled my hair again.
I looked up at him and smiled, waiting for an answer from anybody. He looked down at me, smiled back, and said with a glint in his cloudy blue eyes...
"Ummmm... I think we still have to put your clothes away."
"Oh, yeah, I totally forgot about those."
Mike and Billie Joe sprang from the couch almost too eagerly, while Tre casual walked up the stairs, that glint still in his eyes. I hurried after them, not wanting them to open the boxes before me.
*Word of Advice: NEVER let three guys help you unpack your clothers, especially if they're pervs and had good taste. *
Billie Joe and Mike kept telling me how cute this was and how this would look good with that and which belts I should wear with which jeans. I don't know how I managed not to scream at them. My brother used to giver my advice all the time and it drove me CRAZY! Thank God he's in Texas now. Anyway, while Billie and Mike were giving me fashion advice, Tre was digging through all my boxes, trying on every bra he came across and wiggling his eyebrows at me everytime he found a pair of my underwear, which, because I am UBER GIRL were really lacey and ribbony.
Eventually, all that drove me so crazy that I ended up falling on the floor laughing hysterically. All three of them dropped whatever they were holding and looked over at me, then looking at eachother with a look like "What the hell is she on?" Tre started walking over to me, then crouched down with his hand on my knee that was sticky up in the air, trying to get me to calm down. He kept telling me to breathe and gave me all these serious looks that made me laugh even harder. Eventually, after a long while, I did calm down. The look Tre had been giving me was too heart wrenching to continue. He seriously looked like I had just woken up from being passed out. That look made me want to cry!
"What's that look for?" I really wanted to know what was going on in that sick and twisted mind of his.
"Why the hell did you start going into hysterics?" Jeez, I must have really scared them all. That kinda scared me...
"You guys were driving me crazy! If I wanted fashion advice, I would have moved to Texas. And you... If you stretched out ANY of my bras, you better replace ALL of them." Don't worry, I was saying all of this with a smile. I'm not that mean, I promise
***
Tre and me were sitting on my couch, watching something on Fuse, drinking all the beer and wine coolers I had left in my house. Mike and Billie were at Billie's house, hanging out like Tre and me. Tre would have been over there, too, but I insisted on someone staying in the house with me tonight and Tre didn't feel like making me cry or walking the few feet to Billie's house. Trust me, he wasn't only here because I didn't want to be alone, be put up a fight when Billie Joe and Mike were trying to get him to go home with them. Seriously, after I gave Billie Joe and Mike my "look" while I inisisted someone stay, Tre have them the same look and starting wining about not wanting to leave. So Billie Joe and Mike left, relectantly, of course...
