Heck Yes!, chapter 2
Annabelle woke up the next morning in Tre's bed. She didn't remember anything past getting the room. She took a peek under the covers to find both of them completely clothed. Thank god.
"Peeking at my sexy bod, eh?" Tre whispered.
"No... Just making sure we still had clothes on and whatnot."
"Yes, well, you missed out on a-." He got a look on his face of almost complete terror, and ran the bathroom. She could hear him barfing, and he came out, wiping his mouth. She smiled.
"What are you smiling at?" She said, narrowing his eyes at her.
"I just don't ever seem to have to throw up after getting drunk." She smirked at him. "But I do get headaches." She told him.
"Good." He said, sitting down on the bed.
Annabelle hugged her knees to her chest, still under the sheets.
"I probably look like shit... " She said, trying to smooth down her long brown hair.
"No... You look really pretty." He said, with a sincere smile.
"Thank you Tre... So do you." She said, putting on her joke smile.
"Come out with us today. Last night's show was the last one, and we have a week till we have to go back." He told her.
She thought for a moment. She had to go into work, but she could always call in sick.
"Sure. Can I borrow your phone for a sec?" She said, and he pointed to where the phone was, and she dialed work.
"Don't Judge It, Amanda speaking, how may I help you?"
"Hey, Manda... So I'm calling in sick today... I'll be by the house later, okay?"
"Where were you?!?! You left me and-" Annabelle quickly cut her off.
"I'm at Tre Cool's hotel room, I'll call you later. My phone is off." She hung up before the interrogations started.
"Boo!" She hadn't heard but Billie Joe had come into the hotel room, and snuck up behind her.
Annabelle screamed, standing up, ready to punch whoever had scared her.
"Shit!" He backed up quickly. "Were you going to punch me?"
"Yes... Sorry, it's just an immediate reaction." She blushed.
"That fucking cool!" Tre exclaimed.
"So... Breakfast or what? I'm starving!" Tre said.
"Can I take a shower first? And then stop by my house for a change of cloths? I don't take long showers. Promise." She said, they agreed.
Half an hour later she had showered, and they were on the way to her house so she could change.
"There." She pointed to a house on the corner of the street. Billie pulled into the drive, and they all hopped out.
"It's kind of a crappy place." She said as she unlocked the door.
"Wow... I love it! It's so... Homey-like." Mike said, sitting on the lumpy couch.
"But this thing could kill you." He said, trying to get comfortable.
"Shh! It'll hear you!" She said, and ran up the stair to change.
"I like her you guys." Tre said, looking at where she had disappeared.
"Of course you do Tre." Billie rolled his eyes, sitting next to Mike.
"No! Really! I do... " He said, looking at his hands.
"Okay! Ready!" Annabelle jogged down the stair, in black pants, her high top black converse, and a black hoodie.
"You look-" He stopped himself from saying beautiful. He didn't want to scare her.
"Nice." HE finished.
They walked out to the car, and Annabelle gave Billie directions to the nearest I-Hop.
"So... What do you do?" Tre asked Annabelle; curious to anything she wanted to say.
"I own a bookstore, Don't Judge It, with my friend and roommate, Amanda." She said.
"Don't Judge It, like don't judge a book by its cover?" Mike asked, a mouth full of pancakes.
"Yes." Annabelle nodded, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Here's your ticket. Have a good day!" The waitress dropped the ticket and Annabelle made a reach for it, but Tre was too quick for her. She smiled, he was very nice.
"So... What are we doing today?" Annabelle said, linking her arm with Tre's. He looked down to make sure it really was her. It was.
"We thought you could show us around?" Mike said as Billie Started to the car.
"Okay, lets walk though, so go to my house, everything is pretty much of walking distance form my house." Billie nodded and minutes later, pulled into her drive.
They walked down the street to the vintage shop. They had a pretty decent one out here. They walked in, looking around everywhere.
"Oh, shit that pretty." Annabelle said, fingering a Victorian Goth dress.
"Try it on! Try it on!" Tre said, jumping up and down. Annabelle giggled at the sight of a hyper middle-aged punk rocker, jumping up and down, giggling.
"Okay, okay, I will." She slipped it off the hanger, and walked toward the dressing room, Mike, Tre, and Billie Joe in tow.
She locked the door, slipping her clothes off, dropping them on the floor, and pulling the dress on over her head. She fingered the renaissance corsage style top, and tied the ribbon at the top, swinging the door open.
"Oh shit." Tre whispered as she twirled so the dress swung up around her thighs.
"You should get that." Billie nodded his head, smiling. He was surprised Tre hadn't had to leave yet to take care of something in his pants. He didn't appear to have any malfunction.
"Where would I wear it to?" She asked them.
"Oh oh oh! I know! We're going to that one party tomorrow night! You should come!" Tre said.
Annabelle smiled, nodding.
"Okay, lemme change, then I'll be out in a sec." Mike and Billie went off together to look around, but Tre stayed to wait for Annabelle.
"Hey, Tre... " Annabelle said.
"What?" Tre asked.
"The zipper is stuck... Can you help me?" She unlocked the door, so he slipped in. He helped her with the stuck zipper, and she turned around, smiling at him. She placed her hand on his neck, and pulled his face closer to hers. She stopped when they were centimeters apart. Tre couldn't take it any more, he closed the gap between them. He moaned against her lips as she pulled him closer. He slipped his hand down her leg, pulling her leg up around his waist.
"Tre! Annabelle! Where are you guys?" They split, standing as far away as possible, guilty looks on their faces.
"Umm... Tre went to... Look at some, eh, clothes, go find him!" Annabelle said.
"Okay!" They heard them walk off, and they both released sighs of relief.
"That was close... Go, before they come back." Annabelle pushed him lightly toward the door, but he turned around to face, her. He kissed her lightly on the lips, then slipped out the door.
"Peeking at my sexy bod, eh?" Tre whispered.
"No... Just making sure we still had clothes on and whatnot."
"Yes, well, you missed out on a-." He got a look on his face of almost complete terror, and ran the bathroom. She could hear him barfing, and he came out, wiping his mouth. She smiled.
"What are you smiling at?" She said, narrowing his eyes at her.
"I just don't ever seem to have to throw up after getting drunk." She smirked at him. "But I do get headaches." She told him.
"Good." He said, sitting down on the bed.
Annabelle hugged her knees to her chest, still under the sheets.
"I probably look like shit... " She said, trying to smooth down her long brown hair.
"No... You look really pretty." He said, with a sincere smile.
"Thank you Tre... So do you." She said, putting on her joke smile.
"Come out with us today. Last night's show was the last one, and we have a week till we have to go back." He told her.
She thought for a moment. She had to go into work, but she could always call in sick.
"Sure. Can I borrow your phone for a sec?" She said, and he pointed to where the phone was, and she dialed work.
"Don't Judge It, Amanda speaking, how may I help you?"
"Hey, Manda... So I'm calling in sick today... I'll be by the house later, okay?"
"Where were you?!?! You left me and-" Annabelle quickly cut her off.
"I'm at Tre Cool's hotel room, I'll call you later. My phone is off." She hung up before the interrogations started.
"Boo!" She hadn't heard but Billie Joe had come into the hotel room, and snuck up behind her.
Annabelle screamed, standing up, ready to punch whoever had scared her.
"Shit!" He backed up quickly. "Were you going to punch me?"
"Yes... Sorry, it's just an immediate reaction." She blushed.
"That fucking cool!" Tre exclaimed.
"So... Breakfast or what? I'm starving!" Tre said.
"Can I take a shower first? And then stop by my house for a change of cloths? I don't take long showers. Promise." She said, they agreed.
Half an hour later she had showered, and they were on the way to her house so she could change.
"There." She pointed to a house on the corner of the street. Billie pulled into the drive, and they all hopped out.
"It's kind of a crappy place." She said as she unlocked the door.
"Wow... I love it! It's so... Homey-like." Mike said, sitting on the lumpy couch.
"But this thing could kill you." He said, trying to get comfortable.
"Shh! It'll hear you!" She said, and ran up the stair to change.
"I like her you guys." Tre said, looking at where she had disappeared.
"Of course you do Tre." Billie rolled his eyes, sitting next to Mike.
"No! Really! I do... " He said, looking at his hands.
"Okay! Ready!" Annabelle jogged down the stair, in black pants, her high top black converse, and a black hoodie.
"You look-" He stopped himself from saying beautiful. He didn't want to scare her.
"Nice." HE finished.
They walked out to the car, and Annabelle gave Billie directions to the nearest I-Hop.
"So... What do you do?" Tre asked Annabelle; curious to anything she wanted to say.
"I own a bookstore, Don't Judge It, with my friend and roommate, Amanda." She said.
"Don't Judge It, like don't judge a book by its cover?" Mike asked, a mouth full of pancakes.
"Yes." Annabelle nodded, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Here's your ticket. Have a good day!" The waitress dropped the ticket and Annabelle made a reach for it, but Tre was too quick for her. She smiled, he was very nice.
"So... What are we doing today?" Annabelle said, linking her arm with Tre's. He looked down to make sure it really was her. It was.
"We thought you could show us around?" Mike said as Billie Started to the car.
"Okay, lets walk though, so go to my house, everything is pretty much of walking distance form my house." Billie nodded and minutes later, pulled into her drive.
They walked down the street to the vintage shop. They had a pretty decent one out here. They walked in, looking around everywhere.
"Oh, shit that pretty." Annabelle said, fingering a Victorian Goth dress.
"Try it on! Try it on!" Tre said, jumping up and down. Annabelle giggled at the sight of a hyper middle-aged punk rocker, jumping up and down, giggling.
"Okay, okay, I will." She slipped it off the hanger, and walked toward the dressing room, Mike, Tre, and Billie Joe in tow.
She locked the door, slipping her clothes off, dropping them on the floor, and pulling the dress on over her head. She fingered the renaissance corsage style top, and tied the ribbon at the top, swinging the door open.
"Oh shit." Tre whispered as she twirled so the dress swung up around her thighs.
"You should get that." Billie nodded his head, smiling. He was surprised Tre hadn't had to leave yet to take care of something in his pants. He didn't appear to have any malfunction.
"Where would I wear it to?" She asked them.
"Oh oh oh! I know! We're going to that one party tomorrow night! You should come!" Tre said.
Annabelle smiled, nodding.
"Okay, lemme change, then I'll be out in a sec." Mike and Billie went off together to look around, but Tre stayed to wait for Annabelle.
"Hey, Tre... " Annabelle said.
"What?" Tre asked.
"The zipper is stuck... Can you help me?" She unlocked the door, so he slipped in. He helped her with the stuck zipper, and she turned around, smiling at him. She placed her hand on his neck, and pulled his face closer to hers. She stopped when they were centimeters apart. Tre couldn't take it any more, he closed the gap between them. He moaned against her lips as she pulled him closer. He slipped his hand down her leg, pulling her leg up around his waist.
"Tre! Annabelle! Where are you guys?" They split, standing as far away as possible, guilty looks on their faces.
"Umm... Tre went to... Look at some, eh, clothes, go find him!" Annabelle said.
"Okay!" They heard them walk off, and they both released sighs of relief.
"That was close... Go, before they come back." Annabelle pushed him lightly toward the door, but he turned around to face, her. He kissed her lightly on the lips, then slipped out the door.
