Heck Yes!, chapter 11

Annabelle moaned as Tre pushed her up against the front door to his house, him kissing her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair as he captured his lips with hers. Feeling for the doorknob, she opened the door, and he backed her into the house, up against the wall.
"Wow. Party."
Tre broke away from their kiss, looking into his living room where the voice had come from.
"Who's that?" He took Annabelle's hand, pulling her behind him.
"Nobody really. Just here for someone." The voice said.
"Fucking... Who are you? Tell me!" Before he could say anything else, he felt a blow to his head, the darkness overwhelming him as he fell to the ground.
"Hello missy." Annabelle felt a cloth move over her mouth, and taking a deep breath, she smelled chemicals on it.
He pinned her arms and lifted her with ease and carried her out to his car, and set her in his trunk.

Tre sat up in a sweat, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. Looking over the side where Annabelle had gone to sleep that night, he breathed a sigh of relief. She rolled over and saw the state he was in, and instantly sat up.
"Are you okay?" She put a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah... I just... Nothing, I'm fine, bad dream." He looked down at his hands, embarrassed to be scared like a child from a bad dream.
"It's okay. Really." She pulled him into a hug, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
"Do you want to tell me what happened? It might make you fell better." He buried his head in her hair, taking in her sweet smell. He pulled away, and took a hold of one of her hands.
"I'm... Maybe... Yeah." He muttered.
"You and I, we were out, and came back and this guy... He... He took you."
Her heart fluttered, seeing him like this because he had dreamt someone took her. She smiled sympathetically, hugging him.
She laid them down, and she held him, murmuring her reassurance in his ear, until she felt his breathing become regular.

Annabelle groaned, rolling over in the bouncing bed.
"Get up Annabelle! Come on!" Tre said, jumping on the bed.
"Tre... " She laughed, sitting up.
"Come on!" He shouted, still jumping.
"What are we doing?" She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, yawning.
"I don't know! But I'm bored!" He said, grinning.
Annabelle stood up, jumping with him.
"So... What about a movie?" Annabelle asked him.
"Yeah! Movie!" With that, he launched himself off the bed, running out of the room.
"Get dressed!" He yelled over his shoulder.
She laughed, finding some clean clothes, then walked down the stairs to find Tre waiting impatiently on the couch, his car keys in hand.
"You took long enough." He joked, narrowing his eyes at her.
"But then I wouldn't looked this sexy." She said sarcastically.
"Hmm... Yeah, you're right." He said seriously, pulling her close to him, before kissing her.
"Hmm... Yeah." She said, closing her eyes.
"What movie should we see?" He said, wrapping one arm around her waist, tucking his hand in her back pocket, guiding her out the door.
"Hmmm... What about... That new one? You know... The new one?" She laughed at her own stupidity, not being able to remember the name.
"Oh yeah! The one with that one actor!" Tre said, giggling.
"Yes, that one."

"And then, when he did that one thing!" Tre started giggling hysterically, leaning on Annabelle for support. She pushed open the theatre door, leading them out.
"So... I'm guessing you liked it?" She said, grinning at him.
"Yes... "
" Let's go to Mike or Billie's... " She said, opening the passenger door of Tre's SUV, climbing in.
"Okey dokey."

"So... Okay, I think I've got it now... I can't think of dancing bananas think of monkeys?" Tre slurred, squinting his eyes.
"No... Dancing monkeys thinking of bananas!" Mike slurred, bouncing giddily in his seat.
"Okay, okay... Annabelle! I NEED your help!"
Annabelle giggled in her drunken state, leaning her head on Tre's shoulder.
"No monkeys?" She asked.
He slumped further down, barely leaning on the couch, giggling. His giggling started a domino effect on Annabelle, then Mike, then Billie Joe.
"So... What were we doing?" Billie giggled, now laying on the floor, a hand behind his head.
"Uhh... We were... Something." Mike said, taking a sip of his beer.
"I... Hmm... Tre." Annabelle whispered.
As if on cue, Tre snorted loudly, signaling he had long fallen asleep.



Groaning, Tre lifted his arms above his head, stretching. Because his arm had been around Annabelle, he sleeping on him, she fell, waking up.
"Tre... Oh... Headache... Bad." She held her head and he pulled her closer to him.
"I'll make it feel better... " He raised his eyebrows suggestively at her as a pillow hit him in the head.
"We... Right here man." Billie said, standing up, pulling his shirt off over his head.
"Hey, stop looking at him." Tre poked Annabelle as she tore her eyes from Billie's tattooed chest.
"What? He has a nice chest. I'd say the same about you, but you are not shirtless." She giggled slightly as he pouted.
"Well... " He sighed, slumping up against the couch again. "Billie, put your damn shirt on, you're making Annabelle hot."
"Well, what can I say?" He shrugged.
"Oh yeah, I want you Billie. Forget Tre." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"You know it." Billie said, making his way up the stairs. "I'm gonna take a shower... " He told Tre.
"Okay... Now?" He asked Annabelle, but heard a groan from the corner, and saw Mike sit up, holding his head.
"You guys... " He muttered, walking up the stairs.
Tre looked out of the corner of his eye in Annabelle direction, and a grin formed across his face. He turned and pinned her on the ground, smiling against her lips as she giggled.