What are you doing in My bed?, chapter 1
It was 9 in the morning when Tre finally woke up.
He blinked, frustrated with the fact that he had woken up and then wiped his eyes.
When he pulled his hands away, a large stain of black eyeliner was left on his fingertips.
"Oh, BUGGERY-FUCK!" He muttered to himself. Tre got up and drew back the curtains, the blazing light almost knocked him off his feet and he took a few moments to regain colour vision again.
He turned back and eyed his messy bed, there was a long lump hidden beneath the bed clothes that had rolled over and groaned when he had let some light in. Tre looked down. Fuck! He had his Spiderman underwear on! He grabbed the edge of the curtain and wrapped himself in it.
The lump rolled over, revealing a sleeping face between the sheets. Tre stared at it for a moment then it struck him- this was Carrie! The 17 year old who lived next door! Tre almost fainted on the spot- he was a perverted criminal. But he did have to admit- She was HOT!
Being very quiet, Tre tip-toed into his en-suite bathroom. He locked the door, quietly. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed.
"You perverted paedophile!" He hissed at his reflection, who, oddly, seemed to feel the same way about him. He washed his face with cold water and gelled up his hair. From the neck up he looked decent but the rest of him was a tad underdressed. Tre looked around the bathroom frantically, seeing Billie Joe's favourite black shirt and Mike's baggy jeans.
He put them on quickly and went back into his room.
Carrie was sitting up in bed, wiping her deep blue eyes. She had messy black hair with red streaks and was trying to comb it with her fingers. Seeing Tre, she pulled the cover over her naked body and blushed.
"Its ok, its ok" Reassured Tre. He sat on the edge of the bed and Carrie looked around the room.
"Tre?" She squinted at him, trying to work out the situation. "How the FUCK did I get here?!?"
"You think I know! I'm more hung over than a catholic priest!" Tre yelled.
"Sorry I yelled I'm just confused at the fact that I am sitting in my neighbour's bed!" Carrie muttered.
Tre nodded. "You want some clothes?" He asked her, staring deep into her eyes.
"Um... Yeah please" She replied looking slightly unnerved.
Tre got up and went into the bathroom, he soon returned with a black lycra skirt and a black polo top.
"What's with the skirt?" Carrie said, tossing the skirt in her hands.
"Oh... Um... Mike gave me that when we were going to a fancy-dress party and I was a dominatrix." Tre said, grinning. Carrie smiled and went into the bathroom to get changed; she locked the door and stared at herself in the mirror.
"Carrie? What have you done?" She said at her reflection. She got changed and brushed her hair with a comb she found in the cabinet. She walked out and heard violent stomping downstairs.
"Carrie, where the fuck are you? I know you're here so show yourself before I come and get you myself!" Yelled a loud voice.
Carrie looked at Tre, who mouthed: Who is that?. Carrie went pale and looked down.
"That's... That's my dad...." She whispered to the floor.
He blinked, frustrated with the fact that he had woken up and then wiped his eyes.
When he pulled his hands away, a large stain of black eyeliner was left on his fingertips.
"Oh, BUGGERY-FUCK!" He muttered to himself. Tre got up and drew back the curtains, the blazing light almost knocked him off his feet and he took a few moments to regain colour vision again.
He turned back and eyed his messy bed, there was a long lump hidden beneath the bed clothes that had rolled over and groaned when he had let some light in. Tre looked down. Fuck! He had his Spiderman underwear on! He grabbed the edge of the curtain and wrapped himself in it.
The lump rolled over, revealing a sleeping face between the sheets. Tre stared at it for a moment then it struck him- this was Carrie! The 17 year old who lived next door! Tre almost fainted on the spot- he was a perverted criminal. But he did have to admit- She was HOT!
Being very quiet, Tre tip-toed into his en-suite bathroom. He locked the door, quietly. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed.
"You perverted paedophile!" He hissed at his reflection, who, oddly, seemed to feel the same way about him. He washed his face with cold water and gelled up his hair. From the neck up he looked decent but the rest of him was a tad underdressed. Tre looked around the bathroom frantically, seeing Billie Joe's favourite black shirt and Mike's baggy jeans.
He put them on quickly and went back into his room.
Carrie was sitting up in bed, wiping her deep blue eyes. She had messy black hair with red streaks and was trying to comb it with her fingers. Seeing Tre, she pulled the cover over her naked body and blushed.
"Its ok, its ok" Reassured Tre. He sat on the edge of the bed and Carrie looked around the room.
"Tre?" She squinted at him, trying to work out the situation. "How the FUCK did I get here?!?"
"You think I know! I'm more hung over than a catholic priest!" Tre yelled.
"Sorry I yelled I'm just confused at the fact that I am sitting in my neighbour's bed!" Carrie muttered.
Tre nodded. "You want some clothes?" He asked her, staring deep into her eyes.
"Um... Yeah please" She replied looking slightly unnerved.
Tre got up and went into the bathroom, he soon returned with a black lycra skirt and a black polo top.
"What's with the skirt?" Carrie said, tossing the skirt in her hands.
"Oh... Um... Mike gave me that when we were going to a fancy-dress party and I was a dominatrix." Tre said, grinning. Carrie smiled and went into the bathroom to get changed; she locked the door and stared at herself in the mirror.
"Carrie? What have you done?" She said at her reflection. She got changed and brushed her hair with a comb she found in the cabinet. She walked out and heard violent stomping downstairs.
"Carrie, where the fuck are you? I know you're here so show yourself before I come and get you myself!" Yelled a loud voice.
Carrie looked at Tre, who mouthed: Who is that?. Carrie went pale and looked down.
"That's... That's my dad...." She whispered to the floor.
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