Heck Yes!, chapter 5
The Saturday morning sun came streaming through the windows, sun patches all across the living room floor. Tre groaned, rolling over on Annabelle's couch, but not realizing he was on a couch, he fell on the ground.
"Fuck, that hurt." He muttered. He heard Annabelle stir, and then her head poke out from the top of the couch.
"You okay?" She asked, yawning.
"Yeah, just fell." He said, rolling over onto his back.
"Here." Annabelle sat up, holding her hand out to help him up. He took it gratefully, and pushed with his other hand up off the floor. He sat down on the couch, face in his hands.
"You okay?" Annabelle said, placing one hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah... tired." He told her.
"I'd make breakfast, but I don't want to burn down the kitchen. I almost did that once." She told him, smiling.
He looked back at her and smiled too. He leaned against her, resting his head on the back of the couch.
Picking at her black fingernail polish, Annabelle sighed.
"Whoops... " She said, eyes sparkling.
"What?" Tre said, mouth full of his pancakes.
"Oh... Nothing." She shook her head.
Her chipped nail polish has flung itself onto Tre's pancakes. It wouldn't hurt him.
They left the diner, to find the harsh cold winds getting colder.
"Smells like snow... " Annabelle said dreamily.
"Snow?! You guys get snow out here?" He practically shouted, while jumping up and down in excitement.
"Well of course silly. What do you think?" She poked him in the stomach, giggling.
"When is it gonna snow then?" Tre shouted, still extremely excited.
"I dunno... I'm not a weather man!" She said, walking with the jumping Tre to her car.
"Well... You said it smelled like snow! So I though you knew!"
"Well... Hold on sec." Annabelle took out her mobile, dialing a couple numbers. She listened for a minute, then pressed a few more buttons. Hanging up, she nodded.
"It should snow by tomorrow." She said, climbing in the driver's seat of her jeep.
"Tomorrow! I can't wait that long!" He whined.
"It'll be okay. We will have fun today. Call Mike and Billie." She tossed her phone to him, and he dialed their numbers.
The rest of the day, Mike, Billie, Tre and Annabelle hung out, and then went to a club that night.
"Here, m'lady... " Tre said, handing Annabelle a beer.
"How classy." She said, taking a sip.
He stood next to her, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. She smiled at his small gesture of affection, loving every second of it.
"Want to dance?" Tre asked, but with out waiting for an answer, her took her beer and placed it on a table along with his, grasping both of her hands in his, pulling her out to the dance floor.
"I can't dance Tre... Really! I suck!" She said, resisting his pull. Unfortunately for her, he is a very strong man, so he easily pulled her out onto the dance floor.
He snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her as close as possible, and dance slowly with her. Even though it wasn't a slow dance type of song.
"See? Easy peasy." He whispered into her ear, smiling as they swayed back and forth.
"Easy peasy." She agreed.
A few dance later, Billie and Mike came after them, a couple of giggling girls in tow.
"Come on man... It's late." Mike said, pulling both of them back out of the club. Tre sighed, grasping Annabelle's hand with his. She felt her heartbeat quicken, and all he did was hold her hand.
Annabelle and Tre, still hand-in-hand, led the giggling girls, and Billie and Mike, to her car.
"I don't think everyone will fit." Annabelle said, looking at the inside of the car.
"That's okay... We'll think of something." Billie said, waggling his eyebrows.
Annabelle shrugged, and they all climbed in, one girl on each Billie Joe and Mike's laps.
"Come back to the hotel... Please? Stay the night. We'll have a sleep over!" Tre said, giving Annabelle his puppy-dog eyes.
She laughed, rolling his eyes.
"I dunno... " She teased him.
"Oh, come on! I need you Annabelle! Please?" HE said, now full-on puppy-dog eyes.
"Of course I will. Never would turn down an offer to hang out with you Tre Cool." She said, pulling up to their posh hotel.
As Annabelle was gathering her things, she hadn't notice Tre had run to the other side to open the door for her, which made her giggle.
"Thank you, Tre." She said. He took her hand again as they walked toward the elevator. Tre pulled her as he ran to the elevator, pressing the 'close' button quickly.
"I think we should... go up... two at a time." He said as Billie and Mike reached the elevator, annoyed expressions on their faces.
When the door closed, Tre didn't waste anytime. He pinned her against the wall, lifting her slightly, and she wrapped her legs around her waist. He pressed his lips against hers gently, a hand running up her back, which gave her the chills.
Much to soon, the elevator doors opened, and they walked to his room. He unlocked the door, and swung it open.
"Fuck, that hurt." He muttered. He heard Annabelle stir, and then her head poke out from the top of the couch.
"You okay?" She asked, yawning.
"Yeah, just fell." He said, rolling over onto his back.
"Here." Annabelle sat up, holding her hand out to help him up. He took it gratefully, and pushed with his other hand up off the floor. He sat down on the couch, face in his hands.
"You okay?" Annabelle said, placing one hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah... tired." He told her.
"I'd make breakfast, but I don't want to burn down the kitchen. I almost did that once." She told him, smiling.
He looked back at her and smiled too. He leaned against her, resting his head on the back of the couch.
Picking at her black fingernail polish, Annabelle sighed.
"Whoops... " She said, eyes sparkling.
"What?" Tre said, mouth full of his pancakes.
"Oh... Nothing." She shook her head.
Her chipped nail polish has flung itself onto Tre's pancakes. It wouldn't hurt him.
They left the diner, to find the harsh cold winds getting colder.
"Smells like snow... " Annabelle said dreamily.
"Snow?! You guys get snow out here?" He practically shouted, while jumping up and down in excitement.
"Well of course silly. What do you think?" She poked him in the stomach, giggling.
"When is it gonna snow then?" Tre shouted, still extremely excited.
"I dunno... I'm not a weather man!" She said, walking with the jumping Tre to her car.
"Well... You said it smelled like snow! So I though you knew!"
"Well... Hold on sec." Annabelle took out her mobile, dialing a couple numbers. She listened for a minute, then pressed a few more buttons. Hanging up, she nodded.
"It should snow by tomorrow." She said, climbing in the driver's seat of her jeep.
"Tomorrow! I can't wait that long!" He whined.
"It'll be okay. We will have fun today. Call Mike and Billie." She tossed her phone to him, and he dialed their numbers.
The rest of the day, Mike, Billie, Tre and Annabelle hung out, and then went to a club that night.
"Here, m'lady... " Tre said, handing Annabelle a beer.
"How classy." She said, taking a sip.
He stood next to her, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. She smiled at his small gesture of affection, loving every second of it.
"Want to dance?" Tre asked, but with out waiting for an answer, her took her beer and placed it on a table along with his, grasping both of her hands in his, pulling her out to the dance floor.
"I can't dance Tre... Really! I suck!" She said, resisting his pull. Unfortunately for her, he is a very strong man, so he easily pulled her out onto the dance floor.
He snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her as close as possible, and dance slowly with her. Even though it wasn't a slow dance type of song.
"See? Easy peasy." He whispered into her ear, smiling as they swayed back and forth.
"Easy peasy." She agreed.
A few dance later, Billie and Mike came after them, a couple of giggling girls in tow.
"Come on man... It's late." Mike said, pulling both of them back out of the club. Tre sighed, grasping Annabelle's hand with his. She felt her heartbeat quicken, and all he did was hold her hand.
Annabelle and Tre, still hand-in-hand, led the giggling girls, and Billie and Mike, to her car.
"I don't think everyone will fit." Annabelle said, looking at the inside of the car.
"That's okay... We'll think of something." Billie said, waggling his eyebrows.
Annabelle shrugged, and they all climbed in, one girl on each Billie Joe and Mike's laps.
"Come back to the hotel... Please? Stay the night. We'll have a sleep over!" Tre said, giving Annabelle his puppy-dog eyes.
She laughed, rolling his eyes.
"I dunno... " She teased him.
"Oh, come on! I need you Annabelle! Please?" HE said, now full-on puppy-dog eyes.
"Of course I will. Never would turn down an offer to hang out with you Tre Cool." She said, pulling up to their posh hotel.
As Annabelle was gathering her things, she hadn't notice Tre had run to the other side to open the door for her, which made her giggle.
"Thank you, Tre." She said. He took her hand again as they walked toward the elevator. Tre pulled her as he ran to the elevator, pressing the 'close' button quickly.
"I think we should... go up... two at a time." He said as Billie and Mike reached the elevator, annoyed expressions on their faces.
When the door closed, Tre didn't waste anytime. He pinned her against the wall, lifting her slightly, and she wrapped her legs around her waist. He pressed his lips against hers gently, a hand running up her back, which gave her the chills.
Much to soon, the elevator doors opened, and they walked to his room. He unlocked the door, and swung it open.
