Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut, chapter 5
Anyway, we were just sitting around, drinking beer and wine coolers, watching stuff on
Fuse, we had finally gotten the satellite working, having fun. Tre kept making me laugh, more than I usually would, with all the random facts of his life; my life was so boring compared to his.
Once again, I had a case of my infamous giggles; the ones that had gotten me in trouble a few times when I had my guy friends over on the weekends during high school. You could definatly tell who was the drunkest out of the two of us. It's never a good idea to drink as much as a guy when you're just over 5' 3'' and weigh a smidge over 110.
Anyway, in the middle of my giggle fit, the "Holiday" video came on. As the first beats started, I starting lauging impossibly more hysterical at the sight of Tre drumming on the car. You should have seen me during the part where Billie Joe "dances". I was literally rolling on the floor, holding on tightly to my sides, wincing at the pain it caused my still burned back, tears from laughter and pain streaming down my face. Tre was laughing pretty hard, too, especally after I told him that he made a really hot girl. According to him, I told him that he made me bi for like two seconds, but I don't really remember that part too well.
When the video was over, Tre and I finished our laughing and stared at each other. I was trying to catch my breath from laughing so hard and dry my tears, but all Tre did was stare down from the couch at me with those cold blue eyes. It kind of scared me. I mean, those eyes get kind of creepy when they won't stop looking into yours. I wasn't sure if he was going to kiss me or puke on me; either way it scared me. Lucky for me, neither happened.....quite yet. Tre carefully rested his chin on his hands, cocking his head back and forth, his silvery eyes still boring holes into mine.
"What color are your eyes?" Tre drunkedly inquired. I gave him a confused look that was even more exagerated than it should have been; must I remind you that I'm tiny and drank just as much as him?? I'm suprised I hadn't passed out yet. I pushed myself up, resting on my elbows, remembering that I had really weird colored eyes. Tre leaned leaned in closer, still confused by the color of them. He kept leaning in close until he was looking directly into my right eye.
"Seriously, what color are they?" I giggled as he nonchalantly put his hand on my knee; my knees are extremely ticklish.
"Ummmm.....they're greenish grayish hazely blue." I slurred, smiling from ear to ear. And then it happened. Out of no where I got the sudden urge to kiss him and apparently he got the same idea at the same time. Even though we were piss-ass drunk, that was the best kiss I had ever had. It would have been a lot better if I hadn't've panicked. My strangely colored eyes popped open mid-kiss, making me realize what was going. I broke away as fast as my messed up mind would let me. Looking up at him, I saw a horribly shocked and slightly sad look in his eyes. I scrambled out from under his heart-breaking stare and ran upstairs fast. I tried not to slam the door as I stumbled into my room, but I was shaking so horribly from what just happened and from me falling up the stairs, that it got shut a little bit too hard. I locked the door for some reason and stumpled over to my stereo, turning it up as loud as I could. Fall Out Boy drowned out the images of what just happened with "Calm Before the Storm" blasting away.
....What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imaginations much worse, I just never want to know.
And what meant the world had folded like legs and fingers onto what
espcapes me; what he had, a better kiss that never lasts......
I couldn't believe what I just did. I had just kissed the drummer that I had liked for a majority of my highschool days; and through college and beauty school. I hoped he meant that kiss as much as I did. I know I was drunk, but I meant it with every fiber of my being. I just hoped he wasn't drunk and desperate.
I changed into my raggedy Mickey Mouse boxers, staying in my baggy Pep band shirt that I had been wearing that day, and crawled into my freshly made bed. As soon as I slid between my freakishly comfy sheets, I had to run out to the bathroom ASA-FREAKIN-P!!!
I fumbled with the lock, ran across the hall, and emptied the contents of my stomach onto the floor, toilet, and sink, most of it hitting my just-mopped-sparkling-white floor. My non-existant breakfast, lunch, and the little bit of dinner I ate, along with ever beer and strawberry wine cooler I drank, greatly contrasted everything in my new bathroom. Just as I was blowing the puke that was stuck in my nose into the sink, my best friend called. I really didn't want to talk to him right then, but I hadn't talked to him for a week; the longest him and me had gone not talking. With both of us moving and him constantly looking for a job, we really didn't have a lot of time to talk. I couldn't stand not talking to him for another day, so I dealt with my foggy mind and runny nose and answered my cell.
"Hey" I choked out; my throat still sore and my body still shaking.
"Hey, What's wrong?"
"Nothing much. I just emptied my stomach on the bathroom floor."
"WHOA!!! You're moved in already??"
"Yep.....Oi.."
"You're becoming belimic again, are you??"
"You know very well I was never belimic, hun...only mildly anorexic. I just got massively drunk with a new friend of mine."
"Awwww.....How come you'll get drunk with people you hardly know, but you'll never get drunk with me?" I knew he was smiling his big goofy smile on the other end, which made me smile my sly little smile. Sam was the other one I knew that could make me feel better in times like these.
"Hmmm....I wonder why?? Maybe it's because we both know very well that you would take advantage of my drunkedness." Oi...for a tiny person I sure did have a lot of sarcasm built up in me. Of course, Sam was way too sweet to do anything like that.
"Only because you're a dirty pirate whore!!!"
"You have bad hair!!!"
"Go back to your home on whore island!!"
"But...but..GRRRRR!!!! You still have bad hair!!!!" I giggled, pretending to pout.
"So...who is this person you trust more than me??"
"Ooooh....you know him...you just don't know you know him....Imean..her..I mean..ummm...SHIT!!!!!" Sam laughed at my natural stupidity.
"Ok...obviously I'm not going to know him. Who is he??"
"I can't tell you. Sorry, hun!!"
"Oh, come on. You can tell me. You tell me everything else. Who is it??"
"Oi.....I can't.....It's my new dirty little secret....."
"I'VE BEEN REPLACED????"
"I'm sorry. I'll tell you when I can tell you, but right now I can't." I slightly slurred. I was suddenly feeling a lot better.
"Fine!!! I hate you!!!"
"I hate you more!!"
"I love you..." Sam whispered inot the phone, just like our good old high school days.
"I love you, too....", I sighed, just like I used to, "Dude, I gotta clean this up. The smell is killing me!! I'll call you tomorrow, K??"
"OK...."
"Give Dean a hug for me??" Dean was his little brother, who was turning 9 in a few months.
"I'm not going to see him until next month...:
"Then give him a hug for me then, smart one!!!"
"Fine....."
"Ok...Bye!!!"
"Bye"
I flipped my phone closed, hooked it onto my boxers and began my search for something to clean my mess up with, carefully stepping around my puke. After about 10 minutes of forgetting I had all the paper towels, downstairs, in the Kitchen, that was next to the living room, where Tre was. I realized that I was going to have to crawl out the bathroom window above the sink, climb down the tree next to the house, run around to the other side of the house, and crawl through the kitchen window. All that just to avoid Tre...WOOHOOO!!!!
I headed towards the window, trying not to slip on my puke. Opening the window, I gulped down the fresh air, slowly crawling onto the sink, pushin my upper body through the window, trying to to hit my back on the frame. Somehow I managed not to crash to my death and made it completely outside, sitting on the thick branch near the window.
Fuse, we had finally gotten the satellite working, having fun. Tre kept making me laugh, more than I usually would, with all the random facts of his life; my life was so boring compared to his.
Once again, I had a case of my infamous giggles; the ones that had gotten me in trouble a few times when I had my guy friends over on the weekends during high school. You could definatly tell who was the drunkest out of the two of us. It's never a good idea to drink as much as a guy when you're just over 5' 3'' and weigh a smidge over 110.
Anyway, in the middle of my giggle fit, the "Holiday" video came on. As the first beats started, I starting lauging impossibly more hysterical at the sight of Tre drumming on the car. You should have seen me during the part where Billie Joe "dances". I was literally rolling on the floor, holding on tightly to my sides, wincing at the pain it caused my still burned back, tears from laughter and pain streaming down my face. Tre was laughing pretty hard, too, especally after I told him that he made a really hot girl. According to him, I told him that he made me bi for like two seconds, but I don't really remember that part too well.
When the video was over, Tre and I finished our laughing and stared at each other. I was trying to catch my breath from laughing so hard and dry my tears, but all Tre did was stare down from the couch at me with those cold blue eyes. It kind of scared me. I mean, those eyes get kind of creepy when they won't stop looking into yours. I wasn't sure if he was going to kiss me or puke on me; either way it scared me. Lucky for me, neither happened.....quite yet. Tre carefully rested his chin on his hands, cocking his head back and forth, his silvery eyes still boring holes into mine.
"What color are your eyes?" Tre drunkedly inquired. I gave him a confused look that was even more exagerated than it should have been; must I remind you that I'm tiny and drank just as much as him?? I'm suprised I hadn't passed out yet. I pushed myself up, resting on my elbows, remembering that I had really weird colored eyes. Tre leaned leaned in closer, still confused by the color of them. He kept leaning in close until he was looking directly into my right eye.
"Seriously, what color are they?" I giggled as he nonchalantly put his hand on my knee; my knees are extremely ticklish.
"Ummmm.....they're greenish grayish hazely blue." I slurred, smiling from ear to ear. And then it happened. Out of no where I got the sudden urge to kiss him and apparently he got the same idea at the same time. Even though we were piss-ass drunk, that was the best kiss I had ever had. It would have been a lot better if I hadn't've panicked. My strangely colored eyes popped open mid-kiss, making me realize what was going. I broke away as fast as my messed up mind would let me. Looking up at him, I saw a horribly shocked and slightly sad look in his eyes. I scrambled out from under his heart-breaking stare and ran upstairs fast. I tried not to slam the door as I stumbled into my room, but I was shaking so horribly from what just happened and from me falling up the stairs, that it got shut a little bit too hard. I locked the door for some reason and stumpled over to my stereo, turning it up as loud as I could. Fall Out Boy drowned out the images of what just happened with "Calm Before the Storm" blasting away.
....What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imaginations much worse, I just never want to know.
And what meant the world had folded like legs and fingers onto what
espcapes me; what he had, a better kiss that never lasts......
I couldn't believe what I just did. I had just kissed the drummer that I had liked for a majority of my highschool days; and through college and beauty school. I hoped he meant that kiss as much as I did. I know I was drunk, but I meant it with every fiber of my being. I just hoped he wasn't drunk and desperate.
I changed into my raggedy Mickey Mouse boxers, staying in my baggy Pep band shirt that I had been wearing that day, and crawled into my freshly made bed. As soon as I slid between my freakishly comfy sheets, I had to run out to the bathroom ASA-FREAKIN-P!!!
I fumbled with the lock, ran across the hall, and emptied the contents of my stomach onto the floor, toilet, and sink, most of it hitting my just-mopped-sparkling-white floor. My non-existant breakfast, lunch, and the little bit of dinner I ate, along with ever beer and strawberry wine cooler I drank, greatly contrasted everything in my new bathroom. Just as I was blowing the puke that was stuck in my nose into the sink, my best friend called. I really didn't want to talk to him right then, but I hadn't talked to him for a week; the longest him and me had gone not talking. With both of us moving and him constantly looking for a job, we really didn't have a lot of time to talk. I couldn't stand not talking to him for another day, so I dealt with my foggy mind and runny nose and answered my cell.
"Hey" I choked out; my throat still sore and my body still shaking.
"Hey, What's wrong?"
"Nothing much. I just emptied my stomach on the bathroom floor."
"WHOA!!! You're moved in already??"
"Yep.....Oi.."
"You're becoming belimic again, are you??"
"You know very well I was never belimic, hun...only mildly anorexic. I just got massively drunk with a new friend of mine."
"Awwww.....How come you'll get drunk with people you hardly know, but you'll never get drunk with me?" I knew he was smiling his big goofy smile on the other end, which made me smile my sly little smile. Sam was the other one I knew that could make me feel better in times like these.
"Hmmm....I wonder why?? Maybe it's because we both know very well that you would take advantage of my drunkedness." Oi...for a tiny person I sure did have a lot of sarcasm built up in me. Of course, Sam was way too sweet to do anything like that.
"Only because you're a dirty pirate whore!!!"
"You have bad hair!!!"
"Go back to your home on whore island!!"
"But...but..GRRRRR!!!! You still have bad hair!!!!" I giggled, pretending to pout.
"So...who is this person you trust more than me??"
"Ooooh....you know him...you just don't know you know him....Imean..her..I mean..ummm...SHIT!!!!!" Sam laughed at my natural stupidity.
"Ok...obviously I'm not going to know him. Who is he??"
"I can't tell you. Sorry, hun!!"
"Oh, come on. You can tell me. You tell me everything else. Who is it??"
"Oi.....I can't.....It's my new dirty little secret....."
"I'VE BEEN REPLACED????"
"I'm sorry. I'll tell you when I can tell you, but right now I can't." I slightly slurred. I was suddenly feeling a lot better.
"Fine!!! I hate you!!!"
"I hate you more!!"
"I love you..." Sam whispered inot the phone, just like our good old high school days.
"I love you, too....", I sighed, just like I used to, "Dude, I gotta clean this up. The smell is killing me!! I'll call you tomorrow, K??"
"OK...."
"Give Dean a hug for me??" Dean was his little brother, who was turning 9 in a few months.
"I'm not going to see him until next month...:
"Then give him a hug for me then, smart one!!!"
"Fine....."
"Ok...Bye!!!"
"Bye"
I flipped my phone closed, hooked it onto my boxers and began my search for something to clean my mess up with, carefully stepping around my puke. After about 10 minutes of forgetting I had all the paper towels, downstairs, in the Kitchen, that was next to the living room, where Tre was. I realized that I was going to have to crawl out the bathroom window above the sink, climb down the tree next to the house, run around to the other side of the house, and crawl through the kitchen window. All that just to avoid Tre...WOOHOOO!!!!
I headed towards the window, trying not to slip on my puke. Opening the window, I gulped down the fresh air, slowly crawling onto the sink, pushin my upper body through the window, trying to to hit my back on the frame. Somehow I managed not to crash to my death and made it completely outside, sitting on the thick branch near the window.
