Heck Yes!, chapter 9
Annabelle started up her laptop to find a new email awaits her. She clicks on the icon, waiting for it to load. It was from Tre:
To: Annabelle
From: Tre Cool
Date: November 30, 2005
Subject: No Subject
Hey Annabelle! I stole Mike's laptop so that I could email you during the studio time. What are you doing? We aren't doing anything exciting. I'm drink chocolate milk. It's good.
What are you wearing?
She laughed, hitting the reply button, telling him what had happened since they last emailed each other. She sighed. She missed him.
"Tre! Give me back my goddamn computer!" Mike yelled from the other side of the bathroom door.
"No!" Tre giggled.
"What are you doing?" He yelled.
"I'm emailing Annabelle... " Tre said.
"Oh... Well, you should have told me that. I would have let you use my laptop then." Mike said.
Tre really hadn't been himself since they left. He was more sad, and wasn't as crazy as before. Stealing Mike's laptop was the closest thing to a normal thing he had done for a week. Mike sighed, walking away.
"Hey Billie... " Mike whispered to Billie, glancing over to make sure Tre wasn't there yet.
"Huh?" Billie said, looking up from his guitar.
"We should get Annabelle out here for Christmas. Like a surprise." Mike said.
"Yeah... We should. That's a really good idea Mike... We should... " He started playing his guitar again as Tre walked out, handing Mike's laptop back to him.
"Thanks." Tre said.
Annabelle walked out into the harsh December winds, loading two suitcases into her car, with Amanda's help.
"Excited?" Amanda asked, stepping into the car.
"Excited. Nervous." She said, looking out the window.
Amanda drove her to the airport, dropping her off.
"Sorry I can't wait with you." She said, hugging her.
"It's okay. Someone has to go into work today." Annabelle said, smiling.
"Miss you." They each said to each other.
Annabelle walked away, suitcases rolling behind her. She presented her ticket, and then waited. She decided to check her email while waiting, so she booted up her laptop, and an eamil icon popped up.
To. Annabelle
From: Mike
Date: December 20, 2005
Subject: No Subject
Excited to have you come here. You probably won't get this until you're here in California, but I sent it anyway just to tell you how excited I am.
Can't wait,
Mike
Annabelle smiled, hearing them calling her boarding number. She shut her laptop down, packing it away in her carry-on.
The flight was boring, and long, but finally she was there. They told her Mike was going to pick her up, so to watch out for him. She looked around, and found him waving in a corner, hood pulled up on his sweatshirt.
"Mikey! I'm so glad to be here!" She pulled him into a big hug, and he returned it.
"Tre has been so boring since we came back. And mopey. Boring and mopey. He'll be glad you're here." Mike wrapped an arm around her shoulder, walking with her to pick up her luggage. They waited for awhile, then the conveyor belt started up, so they had to wait even longer.
"There!" Annabelle grabbed both her suitcases, which were miraculously side-by-side.
Mike took one, and they walked back to his car.
"Tre'll be so excited." Mike said, with a smile.
"You guys are great, you know that?" Annabelle asked.
"Yeah, well... We're just cool like that I guess." Mike shrugged.
Mike pulled up to Tre's house, and helped Annabelle carry her things to the front door, and Mike pressed the doorbell.
Annabelle grinned ass he heard footsteps cross what she assumed was the living room, and the door swung open. Tre looked up, and his jar dropped.
"Annabelle?" He said, his eyes becoming abnormally large. Annabelle nodded.
"What are you doing here!" He said, pulling her into a hug.
"I've come for Christmas. Mike and Billie Joe set it all up." She said, returning the hug.
"We'll, I guess I'll go now... " Mike stepped of the porch as Tre pulled Annabelle into one of his heart-stopping I'm-going-to-faint kisses.
"Hmm... I should visit more often... " Annabelle muttered.
"Come on! You're staying here!" He said, grabbing both her suitcases, practically running into the house. Annabelle giggled as he tripped on the stairs.
"Gimme one of those you dork." She took one, and he led her to a guest bedroom.
"Here you go. Best room in the house." He told her, dropping a suitcase on the bed.
"Except for yours?"
"Except for mine." He said.
To: Annabelle
From: Tre Cool
Date: November 30, 2005
Subject: No Subject
Hey Annabelle! I stole Mike's laptop so that I could email you during the studio time. What are you doing? We aren't doing anything exciting. I'm drink chocolate milk. It's good.
What are you wearing?
She laughed, hitting the reply button, telling him what had happened since they last emailed each other. She sighed. She missed him.
"Tre! Give me back my goddamn computer!" Mike yelled from the other side of the bathroom door.
"No!" Tre giggled.
"What are you doing?" He yelled.
"I'm emailing Annabelle... " Tre said.
"Oh... Well, you should have told me that. I would have let you use my laptop then." Mike said.
Tre really hadn't been himself since they left. He was more sad, and wasn't as crazy as before. Stealing Mike's laptop was the closest thing to a normal thing he had done for a week. Mike sighed, walking away.
"Hey Billie... " Mike whispered to Billie, glancing over to make sure Tre wasn't there yet.
"Huh?" Billie said, looking up from his guitar.
"We should get Annabelle out here for Christmas. Like a surprise." Mike said.
"Yeah... We should. That's a really good idea Mike... We should... " He started playing his guitar again as Tre walked out, handing Mike's laptop back to him.
"Thanks." Tre said.
Annabelle walked out into the harsh December winds, loading two suitcases into her car, with Amanda's help.
"Excited?" Amanda asked, stepping into the car.
"Excited. Nervous." She said, looking out the window.
Amanda drove her to the airport, dropping her off.
"Sorry I can't wait with you." She said, hugging her.
"It's okay. Someone has to go into work today." Annabelle said, smiling.
"Miss you." They each said to each other.
Annabelle walked away, suitcases rolling behind her. She presented her ticket, and then waited. She decided to check her email while waiting, so she booted up her laptop, and an eamil icon popped up.
To. Annabelle
From: Mike
Date: December 20, 2005
Subject: No Subject
Excited to have you come here. You probably won't get this until you're here in California, but I sent it anyway just to tell you how excited I am.
Can't wait,
Mike
Annabelle smiled, hearing them calling her boarding number. She shut her laptop down, packing it away in her carry-on.
The flight was boring, and long, but finally she was there. They told her Mike was going to pick her up, so to watch out for him. She looked around, and found him waving in a corner, hood pulled up on his sweatshirt.
"Mikey! I'm so glad to be here!" She pulled him into a big hug, and he returned it.
"Tre has been so boring since we came back. And mopey. Boring and mopey. He'll be glad you're here." Mike wrapped an arm around her shoulder, walking with her to pick up her luggage. They waited for awhile, then the conveyor belt started up, so they had to wait even longer.
"There!" Annabelle grabbed both her suitcases, which were miraculously side-by-side.
Mike took one, and they walked back to his car.
"Tre'll be so excited." Mike said, with a smile.
"You guys are great, you know that?" Annabelle asked.
"Yeah, well... We're just cool like that I guess." Mike shrugged.
Mike pulled up to Tre's house, and helped Annabelle carry her things to the front door, and Mike pressed the doorbell.
Annabelle grinned ass he heard footsteps cross what she assumed was the living room, and the door swung open. Tre looked up, and his jar dropped.
"Annabelle?" He said, his eyes becoming abnormally large. Annabelle nodded.
"What are you doing here!" He said, pulling her into a hug.
"I've come for Christmas. Mike and Billie Joe set it all up." She said, returning the hug.
"We'll, I guess I'll go now... " Mike stepped of the porch as Tre pulled Annabelle into one of his heart-stopping I'm-going-to-faint kisses.
"Hmm... I should visit more often... " Annabelle muttered.
"Come on! You're staying here!" He said, grabbing both her suitcases, practically running into the house. Annabelle giggled as he tripped on the stairs.
"Gimme one of those you dork." She took one, and he led her to a guest bedroom.
"Here you go. Best room in the house." He told her, dropping a suitcase on the bed.
"Except for yours?"
"Except for mine." He said.
