Heck Yes!, chapter 7
Annabelle pulled into the grocery store parking lot, and the Green Day members all gave her funny looks.
"They said to stay inside and stuff." Tre pointed out.
"But what they didn't tell you," She said, as they walked into the store. "Is to stock up on stuff just in case." The all nodded, agreeing.
She pulled a grocery cart out of the other grocery carts, and they wandered around the store. Annabelle had 'the men' get three 24-packs of bottled water, and they also stocked up on the other necessities-candy, popcorn, soda... You know, the important stuff. They also got a couple sweatshirts for the guys to keep them warm, and a couple blankets.
The Green Day men paid for the stuff, they said, "Hey, we're going to be staying with you... We should pay." Which she said was okay.
Loading all the stuff in the back of her jeep, she soon pulled into her driveway. They unloaded the stuff, shoving a bunch of the water bottles in the freezer, and the rest in the fridge.
Annabelle checked the messages:
"Hey Belly... I'm staying at Phil's... You're probably going to get snowed in, so be careful. I'll be here till it clears up. Call me."
"Belly?" Tre asked, amused, and Annabelle cringed.
"That's her nickname for me. Belly." Annabelle stuck her tongue out.
They all made hot chocolate, and watched a couple movies, then turned back to the news to get an update.
Yup, they were going to get snowed in. Annabelle checked the boys' flight back to California, and it was still cancelled until further notice. Calling it a night, each of them went to one of the many guest rooms of Annabelle's old Victorian-style house. Tre and Annabelle agreed that it would be okay for him to stay in her bed. He crawled in, pulling her close.
"I'm glad we're snowed in." Tre whispered into her ear.
"Me too."
The next morning they all tried to make breakfast, which was not an easy task. They ended up burning the pancakes, so they threw those away. The scrambled eggs were undercooked.
"You know, this is stupid!" Billie said, throwing the spatula down on the ground.
"Yeah... I think I have ice cream in the freezer... " Annabelle said, opening the freezer door, and sure enough, there it was.
She pulled it out and scooped a few scoops of ice cream in each bowl, handing one to each of the boys. She got some spoons and handed them those too.
They sat on the couch, watching Arsenic and Old Lace.
"This is her favorite movie." Tre whispered to Billie Joe, with a smile on his face. He stretched his arm around her shoulders, and Annabelle leaned into him, setting her empty bowl on the floor.
***
Popping the ancient tape out of the VCR, Annabelle searched through her movie collection.
"Hmmm... What about this?" Annabelle held up a movie, waving it around a bit.
"Sure... "
"Yeah, that's fine."
Annabelle nodded, popping it into the VCR, pressing play.
She shivered slightly, so she found a big blanket, throwing it over everyone, including herself. She snuggled close to Tre, closing her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.
Later she woke up, the movie just finishing.
"Let's play a game!" Billie said, jumping up.
"Like what?" Annabelle asked, yawning.
"Strip poker!" Tre yelled.
Annabelle laughed.
"Okay Tre, we can play strip poker." Annabelle walked towards the kitchen, making sure she swung her hips really sexy.
Tre followed, hypnotized.
Annabelle set up the game on her kitchen table, and they all sat down.
"Shirt! Shirt! Shirt!" Yelled Tre, pointing to Annabelle. She giggled, pulling her shirt over her head, as the guys ogled at her. Annabelle was now only wearing a bra, undies, pants, and one sock.
Billie was wearing only his boxers, he was losing horribally.
Tre was wearing both socks, boxers, and a shirt. Mike was still wearing everything.
Eventually they gave into Billie's pleas for the game to end, him covering up his lower bits, he was completely naked.
Just as Annabelle was pulling her shirt over her head, Tre grabbed it, laughing manically, running away. Annabelle giggled, running after him. He looked over his shoulder, to find Annabelle at his heals. He looked back in front just in time to notice the couch, and he toppled over on the back. Annabelle laughed harder, launching herself up over the couch onto him, grabbing the shirt. She pulled it over her head, still sitting on him.
"Ha." She said.
"Ha." He whispered, pulling her down by the collar of the shirt so his face connected with hers.
"Get a room!" Mike yelled.
"Okay... " Tre shrugged, sitting up, grabbing Annabelle and hoisting her on his shoulders. She mock-screamed, while having a giggle fit. He walked up the stairs with her still slung over her shoulder. When he reached her room, he flipped her down onto the bed, but she grabbed his shirt and pulled him down with her.
***
Annabelle sighed as they walked down the stairs hand in hand after their 'romp', to find the TV blasted.
"Why's it so loud?" Annabelle shouted. Mike noticed her and turned down the volume.
"Because you guys were loud. Seriously loud." Mike said.
"It was damaging." Billie told them.
Annabelle shrugged, sitting down.
"They said to stay inside and stuff." Tre pointed out.
"But what they didn't tell you," She said, as they walked into the store. "Is to stock up on stuff just in case." The all nodded, agreeing.
She pulled a grocery cart out of the other grocery carts, and they wandered around the store. Annabelle had 'the men' get three 24-packs of bottled water, and they also stocked up on the other necessities-candy, popcorn, soda... You know, the important stuff. They also got a couple sweatshirts for the guys to keep them warm, and a couple blankets.
The Green Day men paid for the stuff, they said, "Hey, we're going to be staying with you... We should pay." Which she said was okay.
Loading all the stuff in the back of her jeep, she soon pulled into her driveway. They unloaded the stuff, shoving a bunch of the water bottles in the freezer, and the rest in the fridge.
Annabelle checked the messages:
"Hey Belly... I'm staying at Phil's... You're probably going to get snowed in, so be careful. I'll be here till it clears up. Call me."
"Belly?" Tre asked, amused, and Annabelle cringed.
"That's her nickname for me. Belly." Annabelle stuck her tongue out.
They all made hot chocolate, and watched a couple movies, then turned back to the news to get an update.
Yup, they were going to get snowed in. Annabelle checked the boys' flight back to California, and it was still cancelled until further notice. Calling it a night, each of them went to one of the many guest rooms of Annabelle's old Victorian-style house. Tre and Annabelle agreed that it would be okay for him to stay in her bed. He crawled in, pulling her close.
"I'm glad we're snowed in." Tre whispered into her ear.
"Me too."
The next morning they all tried to make breakfast, which was not an easy task. They ended up burning the pancakes, so they threw those away. The scrambled eggs were undercooked.
"You know, this is stupid!" Billie said, throwing the spatula down on the ground.
"Yeah... I think I have ice cream in the freezer... " Annabelle said, opening the freezer door, and sure enough, there it was.
She pulled it out and scooped a few scoops of ice cream in each bowl, handing one to each of the boys. She got some spoons and handed them those too.
They sat on the couch, watching Arsenic and Old Lace.
"This is her favorite movie." Tre whispered to Billie Joe, with a smile on his face. He stretched his arm around her shoulders, and Annabelle leaned into him, setting her empty bowl on the floor.
***
Popping the ancient tape out of the VCR, Annabelle searched through her movie collection.
"Hmmm... What about this?" Annabelle held up a movie, waving it around a bit.
"Sure... "
"Yeah, that's fine."
Annabelle nodded, popping it into the VCR, pressing play.
She shivered slightly, so she found a big blanket, throwing it over everyone, including herself. She snuggled close to Tre, closing her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.
Later she woke up, the movie just finishing.
"Let's play a game!" Billie said, jumping up.
"Like what?" Annabelle asked, yawning.
"Strip poker!" Tre yelled.
Annabelle laughed.
"Okay Tre, we can play strip poker." Annabelle walked towards the kitchen, making sure she swung her hips really sexy.
Tre followed, hypnotized.
Annabelle set up the game on her kitchen table, and they all sat down.
"Shirt! Shirt! Shirt!" Yelled Tre, pointing to Annabelle. She giggled, pulling her shirt over her head, as the guys ogled at her. Annabelle was now only wearing a bra, undies, pants, and one sock.
Billie was wearing only his boxers, he was losing horribally.
Tre was wearing both socks, boxers, and a shirt. Mike was still wearing everything.
Eventually they gave into Billie's pleas for the game to end, him covering up his lower bits, he was completely naked.
Just as Annabelle was pulling her shirt over her head, Tre grabbed it, laughing manically, running away. Annabelle giggled, running after him. He looked over his shoulder, to find Annabelle at his heals. He looked back in front just in time to notice the couch, and he toppled over on the back. Annabelle laughed harder, launching herself up over the couch onto him, grabbing the shirt. She pulled it over her head, still sitting on him.
"Ha." She said.
"Ha." He whispered, pulling her down by the collar of the shirt so his face connected with hers.
"Get a room!" Mike yelled.
"Okay... " Tre shrugged, sitting up, grabbing Annabelle and hoisting her on his shoulders. She mock-screamed, while having a giggle fit. He walked up the stairs with her still slung over her shoulder. When he reached her room, he flipped her down onto the bed, but she grabbed his shirt and pulled him down with her.
***
Annabelle sighed as they walked down the stairs hand in hand after their 'romp', to find the TV blasted.
"Why's it so loud?" Annabelle shouted. Mike noticed her and turned down the volume.
"Because you guys were loud. Seriously loud." Mike said.
"It was damaging." Billie told them.
Annabelle shrugged, sitting down.
