Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut, chapter 7
After breakfast, everyone migrated into the living room to watch some cheezy movie...except Adrienne and me. We were going to, once again, make her beautiful kitchen spotless again. You know how it is...a good breakfast has to be messy. We were both wiping the table that now had a thick layer of syrup on it, laughing at stupid stories of our childhoods, when we heard someone stepping from the carpeted hallway onto the shiny white tiled floor of the kitchen. Adrienne looked up to see that it was only Tré, but of course, when I looked up, I was entirely too distracted to continue wiping the syrup off the table, and stuck my hand in it instead. Adrienne noticed my klumsiness and took it as a cue to leave Tré and me alone, knowing we needed to talk things over.
"Hey," Tré mumbled, watching me wipe the syrup off my hand and onto my favorite jeans.
"Hey," I replied, too distracted by the darn syrup to look up at him.
"You know, that's not really going to help much. Some good soap and warm water's the only thing that really gets syrup off." Isn't small talk great?
"Thanks," I angrily mumbled, getting frustrated by the stickyness that was slowly taking over my hand. I walked over to the kitchen sink, feeling his eyes on my back, and scrubbed the stickyness away.
"You know...God this is hard...I don't know what to say..." I turned around to face him and he stumbled over his words, smiling at the fact that I already knew how he felt about the matter.
"Tré, I know we were both drunk, but the kiss still meant something to me...and I'm sure it had to have meant something to you, too." I shyly smiled, concentrated on the tiled floor, not being able to meet those horribly beautiful blue eyes.
"It did..it SO did." He laughed, trying to break the ice even further, being just as shy as me...
"That's good...I suppose. I mean, it's good in the sense that it wasn't just some random drunken kiss. But...ummm..."
"But what?" He interupted me, desperate to know what the "but..." was for.
I hesitated to answer, not sure how he was going to react. I did like Tré, I liked him quite a bit, but, sadly enough, I was right in the middle of a horrible break up. Well...it wasn't really a "break up" in the sense of a boyfriend and girlfriend breaking up, but a horrible friendship break up. There was more to my friendship with Sam, my now ex-best friend, then I let on. We were almost too close for comfort and it ended up driving us both crazy. So crazy, in fact, that we just stopped talking one day. Sure, there was more to it than just that, but the minor things in our friendship were just painful memories that I chose to slowing forget. I know it doesn't sound like something to not start a possible new relationship over, but Sam had had my back during some pretty rough times and I was like the sister he'd never had. We had all these weird plans for our future, like going to see Conan O'Brien on my 23rd birthday. Or going on Survivor to only pretend we hated each other for the whole game to fool everyone, and take each other to the final 2 and split the million dollars no matter who won. It still hurts to know that I lost all that.
"Tré...I'm not sure how to put this..."
"Just tell me! I'm pretty sure I can handle it, whatever it is."
"Fine," I sighed, feeling more comfortable with him by the second," OK...I just lost a good friend of mine...a VERY good friend. I'm still recovering from the heartache of that. I just don't want to start anything new yet."
"Oh..."
All I could think was "Oh God, what have I done?!? What if he wasn't even thinking that way yet??" I could feel the horrible tomato redness burning through my cheeks. I had to look away as the blushing seeped through my pores, slowly turning my whole face the same shade of red my hair had been for most of my high school years.
I slowly looked back up at him, afraid of what he might say next, only to see him smiling at how red my face had gotten. I smiled back, slowly relaxing again.
"Why didn't you just tell me that?," he asked, still smiling at my red face, "That's totally OK with me. I, surprisingly enough, want to get to know you before really getting into anything."
I furrowed my brow at him, slightly confused at his comment. That didn't sound like that Tré I'd seen on TV so many times. That Tré would've made some creepy sexual comment that would've weirded me out to the point my face would've gotten 10 times redder and I wouldn't have been able to keep a straight face. Maybe this guys had a bigger serious side then he let on...
"That is kind of surprising." I laughed, trying to figure this guy out.
"Usually I'd make some creepy sexual comment that would turn your face even redder." He laughed back at me, as if he'd read my confused mind.
"So why exactly aren't you being the typical Tré that people have come to know and love?"
"I dunno. There's just something different about you." Damn his smile can kill...
I smiled back at him, slightly blushing again as my face slowly turned to it's normal color. Very few guys have ever thought there was something different about me in the sense Tré meant. And, yes, Sam had been one of them.
"That's good, I suppose. I'm definatly not your average girl."
With that, we smiled knowily at each other, and just as we were about to join the others in the living room, my cell, once again, blasted away its ringtone, which I had changed to "Pump It", just to add some spice in my life.
Unhooking it from my pants and peeking at the caller I.D., I nearly dropped the phone in excitement. It was my "little sister", B.J., who I'd promised to rescue from Illinois as soon as I got my own place...that wasn't an apartment with three other people already living there with me. Squealing with the knowledge that I was finally going to learn exactly where this girl had been living after high school, I answered my phone.
"Hey Beej!"
"Hey Bethy! What's up with you??"
"Nothin' much. You?"
"Not much here, either. I was just calling to give you my address. Why didn't you call to tell me you got the place in Oakland? I had to hear it from Andy..." Andy was a friend of ours that we'd both helped through some rough times.
"Sorry," I mumbled, slightly ashamed that I hadn't called her,"Hold on...lemme get a pen and some paper..."
I rummaged through some of the kitchen drawers, knowing I wouldn't find anything there, but I was hoping. After slamming my 5th drawer shut, Tré tapped me on the shoulder, holding out the pen and paper.
"Thanks..." I whisper, growing frustrated with Billie's house by the moment. What sane person doesn't keep a pen and some paper in the kitchen??
"No problem," Tré whispered back at me, smiling at the humor in my "frustration face".
"Who was that?" B.J. chimed in. Damn her and her overly-good hearing.
"No one...just one of my new friends down here...you'll have to meet him when we get back from rescuing you." Like my sister, B.J. was a big Tré fan. Almost a bigger fan than my sister, but with a lot less screaming.
"That'd be great. Anyway, here's my address," She clearly stated the address as I wrote it down with a lot of "uh-huh"s and "mm-hmm"s.
"Thanks Beej. I'll come and get you in a couple of days...after my sister goes home."
"Okey Pokey. Talk to ya later."
"Bye, Hunny Bee!"
"Bye Bethy," She groaned, being sick of the nick name I had given her years ago.
I smiled up at Tré as I flipped my phone shut. She was going to be ecstatic when she finally met her favorite band.
"So...," Tré grinned back at me, "Who was that?"
"Oh...no one. Just my good friend B.J." I flirtatiously laughed out, finally feeling at ease with him.
Tré kept asking me questions about B.J. as we headed toward the living room where our friends and family still awaited our company. I really didn't want to give too much about B.J. away, considering most of the stuff he was asking about her wasn't any of his business. As we entered the living room, no one asked any questions about why we were in the kitchen so long. We were only greeted by a bunch of knowing looks, as if the whole time they all knew what was going to happen between the two of us. Ignoring the looks, Tré and me settled down in front of the crowded couch, me sitting by my sister (who was sitting under Jakob and Joey), and Tré sitting under Mike and next to Billie Joe, whose head was resting on his wife's knee. Together, in our family-esque ways, crowded together, though there was more than enough room for all of us, we watched Finding Nemo.
After the movie, and a lunch of Chinese take-out, we all went our seperate ways. Tré had to get back to watch Frankito, Mike had a few errands to run, and my sister and me wanted to go back to my house and talk about nothing for the rest of the night, just like the good old times.
Later that night, Hope and me were sitting in the living room of my quaint house, watching mindless T.V. in our favorite boxers and pajama tops, munching on half cheese, half veggy pizza, catching up with each other's lives.
"So, what exactly happened with you and Tré," My sister asked, before taking another huge chunk out of her slice of pizza.
"What exactly do you mean, Darling?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes at her.
"It's obvious! Something happened, you two had to talk about it, worked it out, and spent a whole movie sitting a little too close together."
I just shrugged at her, not really wanting to replay the night in my head. Sure, things were all worked out now between Tré and me, but that had also been the night of Sam's last call. Besides that, who really wants to remember the blurred memories of the last time they puked?
"Come ON!! TELL ME!" Hope screeched at me, knowing she'd eventually get her way.
"Fine," I sighed, not wanting her to go into full screech mode, "Last week, the day after I moved in, Tré and me got drunk and kissed. Happy now?"
"No, not really," Hope replied, knowing there was a smidge more to it than that.
I told her the rest of what I remembered from that night, though it was blurred, and told her what had been told to me. Everything from the puke-fest in the bathroom to me falling out of the tree to Tré cleaning everything up. She gasped at my stupidity and awwed at the sweetness of Tré that night. Re-telling the story again, and all her sound effects during the telling, made me realize how much I really wanted to be with Tré. Who wouldn't want to be in a relationship with a guy who took the time, even though he was also drunk...just not as bad, to make sure you're safe in bed and that the bathroom is cleaned? It made my heart swell to really think about all of it again.
The rest of the night I got to hear about her reunion with her childhood best friend, her dog's wonderful attempt to father our mom's new cats, and how the rest of the family missed me and how they were all doing. It made me a little homesick, but I was happier right here than I'd been in a good long while.
Around 11 o'clockish, we headed off to bed, bidding each other good night as we headed off in different directions, her taking the guest room downstairs that still needed major work, and me going back to my freakishly comfortable queen sized bed upstairs. I turned on my bedroom T.V., popping in Mona Lisa Smile and setting the T.V.'s timer to go off in exactly 90 minutes. Before crawling into my welcoming bed, I set my alarm for 6:00 AM again so my sister and I could get in some more bonding time before having to take her back to San Fransisco to catch her plane back home. I crawled under my burgundy sheets, wrapping my self in them as I turned to face the T.V. and watch the movie I'd been craving to watch all day.
Just as the opening credits ended, I heard faint tapping on one of my huge windows facing Billie Joe's house. I figured it was just the tree scratching at the window and went back to my movie. As Julia Roberts made it very clear she couldn't "go a year without a hot plate", I heard the tapping again. I lifted my head just enough to see the window clearly, just in time to see a pebble, or at least what I assumed was a pebble, hitting the window. Dreading to crawl out of my warm, comfy bed, I tried to ignore it, but curiosity got the best of me.
I flung back the covers and walked across to the window, looking down to see where the pebble had come from. My eyes widened with surprise as I saw Tré standing underneath the huge oak tree next to my window, holding a box of Froot Loops, getting ready to throw a loop at my window. I smiled down at him as his eyes widened, noticing, as he prepared to throw the loop, that he had finally grasped my attention. I opened the window and stuck my upper body out, the cool breeze catching my just-above-the-shoulder honey brown hair.
"Whatcha doin' down there?" I yelled down at him, trying to be more flirtatious than grumpy with the man who had managed to get me out of my sanctuary of a bed.
"Nothing much!" He yelled back, blushing, hiding the box of Froot Loops behind his back, praying I hadn't noticed he was throwing Froot Loops, instead of the traditional pebble, at my window.
"Then why are you throwing Froot Loops at my window?" I playfully shouted back, letting him know I knew about his Froot Loop twist on a classic romantic scene.
"I wanna show you show you something," he loudly whispered back, realizing at the same time as me that people were trying to sleep.
Sighing to myself, I contemplated whether or not I should leave my sister in the house alone. Sure, we more than likely wouldn't be that far away or gone for that long, but you never know what can happen. What if she woke up and needed something? What if someone broke into the house?
I looked back down at Tré, who was still waiting for me to say something. How could I pass up a chance like this? I hadn't had a guy come to my window in the middle of the night since high school. I took a deep breath, deciding to I needed to have fun again.
"Give me a second," I finally replied. He nodded, giving me time to write a quick note to my sister in case she woke up and throw on a hoodie over my sports bra. I walked back over to the window, adjusting my old black Drama Club hoodie that was nearly covering my boxers. Holding up a finger, I signaled to him that I needed one more second...or two...or three...or sixty...
I quickly escaped from my room and raced down the stairs, trying to fix my pony-tail. I reached my sister's door and slipped the note under the door, not wanting to disturb her. I quietly tip-toed through the living room and dining room and succsessfully slipped out the front door, making sure the spare key was still under the planter next to the door before locking it again.
I made my way around the house to the tree where Tré was waiting for me. I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. Nothing this exciting had happened to me in a long time. Most guys I knew through college wouldn't have bothered themselves with anything semi-fun or all they wanted to do was have "fun", but of course, not the kind of fun an innocent girl wants to be having.
I walked up behind Tré, who had his back against the tree and his eyes closed, and playfully punched him in the arm to let him know I was there. He jumped a little, then smiled as he realized it was only me.
"Hey...," Tré whispered, flipped onto his side so he was facing me.
"Hey," I murmured back, my stomach doing flips as I smiled back at him. For a moment or two we just stared at things aroung the other person, letting silence fall around us.
"So...," I chatter, slightly shivering in the cool night air, "What do you want to show me?"
"Close your eyes," He instructed me, grabbing my hand after making sure my eyes were tightly closed. Walking ahead of me, he carefully lead me away from the tree. I opened my eyes the tiniest bit, trying to see where he was leading me.
"Hey," Tré mumbled, watching me wipe the syrup off my hand and onto my favorite jeans.
"Hey," I replied, too distracted by the darn syrup to look up at him.
"You know, that's not really going to help much. Some good soap and warm water's the only thing that really gets syrup off." Isn't small talk great?
"Thanks," I angrily mumbled, getting frustrated by the stickyness that was slowly taking over my hand. I walked over to the kitchen sink, feeling his eyes on my back, and scrubbed the stickyness away.
"You know...God this is hard...I don't know what to say..." I turned around to face him and he stumbled over his words, smiling at the fact that I already knew how he felt about the matter.
"Tré, I know we were both drunk, but the kiss still meant something to me...and I'm sure it had to have meant something to you, too." I shyly smiled, concentrated on the tiled floor, not being able to meet those horribly beautiful blue eyes.
"It did..it SO did." He laughed, trying to break the ice even further, being just as shy as me...
"That's good...I suppose. I mean, it's good in the sense that it wasn't just some random drunken kiss. But...ummm..."
"But what?" He interupted me, desperate to know what the "but..." was for.
I hesitated to answer, not sure how he was going to react. I did like Tré, I liked him quite a bit, but, sadly enough, I was right in the middle of a horrible break up. Well...it wasn't really a "break up" in the sense of a boyfriend and girlfriend breaking up, but a horrible friendship break up. There was more to my friendship with Sam, my now ex-best friend, then I let on. We were almost too close for comfort and it ended up driving us both crazy. So crazy, in fact, that we just stopped talking one day. Sure, there was more to it than just that, but the minor things in our friendship were just painful memories that I chose to slowing forget. I know it doesn't sound like something to not start a possible new relationship over, but Sam had had my back during some pretty rough times and I was like the sister he'd never had. We had all these weird plans for our future, like going to see Conan O'Brien on my 23rd birthday. Or going on Survivor to only pretend we hated each other for the whole game to fool everyone, and take each other to the final 2 and split the million dollars no matter who won. It still hurts to know that I lost all that.
"Tré...I'm not sure how to put this..."
"Just tell me! I'm pretty sure I can handle it, whatever it is."
"Fine," I sighed, feeling more comfortable with him by the second," OK...I just lost a good friend of mine...a VERY good friend. I'm still recovering from the heartache of that. I just don't want to start anything new yet."
"Oh..."
All I could think was "Oh God, what have I done?!? What if he wasn't even thinking that way yet??" I could feel the horrible tomato redness burning through my cheeks. I had to look away as the blushing seeped through my pores, slowly turning my whole face the same shade of red my hair had been for most of my high school years.
I slowly looked back up at him, afraid of what he might say next, only to see him smiling at how red my face had gotten. I smiled back, slowly relaxing again.
"Why didn't you just tell me that?," he asked, still smiling at my red face, "That's totally OK with me. I, surprisingly enough, want to get to know you before really getting into anything."
I furrowed my brow at him, slightly confused at his comment. That didn't sound like that Tré I'd seen on TV so many times. That Tré would've made some creepy sexual comment that would've weirded me out to the point my face would've gotten 10 times redder and I wouldn't have been able to keep a straight face. Maybe this guys had a bigger serious side then he let on...
"That is kind of surprising." I laughed, trying to figure this guy out.
"Usually I'd make some creepy sexual comment that would turn your face even redder." He laughed back at me, as if he'd read my confused mind.
"So why exactly aren't you being the typical Tré that people have come to know and love?"
"I dunno. There's just something different about you." Damn his smile can kill...
I smiled back at him, slightly blushing again as my face slowly turned to it's normal color. Very few guys have ever thought there was something different about me in the sense Tré meant. And, yes, Sam had been one of them.
"That's good, I suppose. I'm definatly not your average girl."
With that, we smiled knowily at each other, and just as we were about to join the others in the living room, my cell, once again, blasted away its ringtone, which I had changed to "Pump It", just to add some spice in my life.
Unhooking it from my pants and peeking at the caller I.D., I nearly dropped the phone in excitement. It was my "little sister", B.J., who I'd promised to rescue from Illinois as soon as I got my own place...that wasn't an apartment with three other people already living there with me. Squealing with the knowledge that I was finally going to learn exactly where this girl had been living after high school, I answered my phone.
"Hey Beej!"
"Hey Bethy! What's up with you??"
"Nothin' much. You?"
"Not much here, either. I was just calling to give you my address. Why didn't you call to tell me you got the place in Oakland? I had to hear it from Andy..." Andy was a friend of ours that we'd both helped through some rough times.
"Sorry," I mumbled, slightly ashamed that I hadn't called her,"Hold on...lemme get a pen and some paper..."
I rummaged through some of the kitchen drawers, knowing I wouldn't find anything there, but I was hoping. After slamming my 5th drawer shut, Tré tapped me on the shoulder, holding out the pen and paper.
"Thanks..." I whisper, growing frustrated with Billie's house by the moment. What sane person doesn't keep a pen and some paper in the kitchen??
"No problem," Tré whispered back at me, smiling at the humor in my "frustration face".
"Who was that?" B.J. chimed in. Damn her and her overly-good hearing.
"No one...just one of my new friends down here...you'll have to meet him when we get back from rescuing you." Like my sister, B.J. was a big Tré fan. Almost a bigger fan than my sister, but with a lot less screaming.
"That'd be great. Anyway, here's my address," She clearly stated the address as I wrote it down with a lot of "uh-huh"s and "mm-hmm"s.
"Thanks Beej. I'll come and get you in a couple of days...after my sister goes home."
"Okey Pokey. Talk to ya later."
"Bye, Hunny Bee!"
"Bye Bethy," She groaned, being sick of the nick name I had given her years ago.
I smiled up at Tré as I flipped my phone shut. She was going to be ecstatic when she finally met her favorite band.
"So...," Tré grinned back at me, "Who was that?"
"Oh...no one. Just my good friend B.J." I flirtatiously laughed out, finally feeling at ease with him.
Tré kept asking me questions about B.J. as we headed toward the living room where our friends and family still awaited our company. I really didn't want to give too much about B.J. away, considering most of the stuff he was asking about her wasn't any of his business. As we entered the living room, no one asked any questions about why we were in the kitchen so long. We were only greeted by a bunch of knowing looks, as if the whole time they all knew what was going to happen between the two of us. Ignoring the looks, Tré and me settled down in front of the crowded couch, me sitting by my sister (who was sitting under Jakob and Joey), and Tré sitting under Mike and next to Billie Joe, whose head was resting on his wife's knee. Together, in our family-esque ways, crowded together, though there was more than enough room for all of us, we watched Finding Nemo.
After the movie, and a lunch of Chinese take-out, we all went our seperate ways. Tré had to get back to watch Frankito, Mike had a few errands to run, and my sister and me wanted to go back to my house and talk about nothing for the rest of the night, just like the good old times.
Later that night, Hope and me were sitting in the living room of my quaint house, watching mindless T.V. in our favorite boxers and pajama tops, munching on half cheese, half veggy pizza, catching up with each other's lives.
"So, what exactly happened with you and Tré," My sister asked, before taking another huge chunk out of her slice of pizza.
"What exactly do you mean, Darling?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes at her.
"It's obvious! Something happened, you two had to talk about it, worked it out, and spent a whole movie sitting a little too close together."
I just shrugged at her, not really wanting to replay the night in my head. Sure, things were all worked out now between Tré and me, but that had also been the night of Sam's last call. Besides that, who really wants to remember the blurred memories of the last time they puked?
"Come ON!! TELL ME!" Hope screeched at me, knowing she'd eventually get her way.
"Fine," I sighed, not wanting her to go into full screech mode, "Last week, the day after I moved in, Tré and me got drunk and kissed. Happy now?"
"No, not really," Hope replied, knowing there was a smidge more to it than that.
I told her the rest of what I remembered from that night, though it was blurred, and told her what had been told to me. Everything from the puke-fest in the bathroom to me falling out of the tree to Tré cleaning everything up. She gasped at my stupidity and awwed at the sweetness of Tré that night. Re-telling the story again, and all her sound effects during the telling, made me realize how much I really wanted to be with Tré. Who wouldn't want to be in a relationship with a guy who took the time, even though he was also drunk...just not as bad, to make sure you're safe in bed and that the bathroom is cleaned? It made my heart swell to really think about all of it again.
The rest of the night I got to hear about her reunion with her childhood best friend, her dog's wonderful attempt to father our mom's new cats, and how the rest of the family missed me and how they were all doing. It made me a little homesick, but I was happier right here than I'd been in a good long while.
Around 11 o'clockish, we headed off to bed, bidding each other good night as we headed off in different directions, her taking the guest room downstairs that still needed major work, and me going back to my freakishly comfortable queen sized bed upstairs. I turned on my bedroom T.V., popping in Mona Lisa Smile and setting the T.V.'s timer to go off in exactly 90 minutes. Before crawling into my welcoming bed, I set my alarm for 6:00 AM again so my sister and I could get in some more bonding time before having to take her back to San Fransisco to catch her plane back home. I crawled under my burgundy sheets, wrapping my self in them as I turned to face the T.V. and watch the movie I'd been craving to watch all day.
Just as the opening credits ended, I heard faint tapping on one of my huge windows facing Billie Joe's house. I figured it was just the tree scratching at the window and went back to my movie. As Julia Roberts made it very clear she couldn't "go a year without a hot plate", I heard the tapping again. I lifted my head just enough to see the window clearly, just in time to see a pebble, or at least what I assumed was a pebble, hitting the window. Dreading to crawl out of my warm, comfy bed, I tried to ignore it, but curiosity got the best of me.
I flung back the covers and walked across to the window, looking down to see where the pebble had come from. My eyes widened with surprise as I saw Tré standing underneath the huge oak tree next to my window, holding a box of Froot Loops, getting ready to throw a loop at my window. I smiled down at him as his eyes widened, noticing, as he prepared to throw the loop, that he had finally grasped my attention. I opened the window and stuck my upper body out, the cool breeze catching my just-above-the-shoulder honey brown hair.
"Whatcha doin' down there?" I yelled down at him, trying to be more flirtatious than grumpy with the man who had managed to get me out of my sanctuary of a bed.
"Nothing much!" He yelled back, blushing, hiding the box of Froot Loops behind his back, praying I hadn't noticed he was throwing Froot Loops, instead of the traditional pebble, at my window.
"Then why are you throwing Froot Loops at my window?" I playfully shouted back, letting him know I knew about his Froot Loop twist on a classic romantic scene.
"I wanna show you show you something," he loudly whispered back, realizing at the same time as me that people were trying to sleep.
Sighing to myself, I contemplated whether or not I should leave my sister in the house alone. Sure, we more than likely wouldn't be that far away or gone for that long, but you never know what can happen. What if she woke up and needed something? What if someone broke into the house?
I looked back down at Tré, who was still waiting for me to say something. How could I pass up a chance like this? I hadn't had a guy come to my window in the middle of the night since high school. I took a deep breath, deciding to I needed to have fun again.
"Give me a second," I finally replied. He nodded, giving me time to write a quick note to my sister in case she woke up and throw on a hoodie over my sports bra. I walked back over to the window, adjusting my old black Drama Club hoodie that was nearly covering my boxers. Holding up a finger, I signaled to him that I needed one more second...or two...or three...or sixty...
I quickly escaped from my room and raced down the stairs, trying to fix my pony-tail. I reached my sister's door and slipped the note under the door, not wanting to disturb her. I quietly tip-toed through the living room and dining room and succsessfully slipped out the front door, making sure the spare key was still under the planter next to the door before locking it again.
I made my way around the house to the tree where Tré was waiting for me. I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. Nothing this exciting had happened to me in a long time. Most guys I knew through college wouldn't have bothered themselves with anything semi-fun or all they wanted to do was have "fun", but of course, not the kind of fun an innocent girl wants to be having.
I walked up behind Tré, who had his back against the tree and his eyes closed, and playfully punched him in the arm to let him know I was there. He jumped a little, then smiled as he realized it was only me.
"Hey...," Tré whispered, flipped onto his side so he was facing me.
"Hey," I murmured back, my stomach doing flips as I smiled back at him. For a moment or two we just stared at things aroung the other person, letting silence fall around us.
"So...," I chatter, slightly shivering in the cool night air, "What do you want to show me?"
"Close your eyes," He instructed me, grabbing my hand after making sure my eyes were tightly closed. Walking ahead of me, he carefully lead me away from the tree. I opened my eyes the tiniest bit, trying to see where he was leading me.
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