What are you doing in My bed?, chapter 3
Mike noticed Carrie sniffling." Hey, do you wanna come inside?" He asked, sympathetically rubbing her arm. Carrie looked up at him and looked into his big eyes.
"Uum... Sure, Why not?" She said, cheering up.
"You have always made a big impression on Tre, He talked about you ALL the time. Then at my party last night he finally got the courage to speak to you. But I doubt you'll remember that, hmm?" Mike said, sitting on the couch. Carrie sat down on a chair opposite him.
She rubbed her temples- she could barely remember last night, all those Caronas had gone straight to her head. She had liked Tre for a while too and had drawn his name on her arm in permenant ink a while ago. "I don't even remember who else was at the party!" She admitted, sitting back and relaxing a little.
From the couch, Mike studied the young girl. She wasn't particularly pretty, he thought, but she had striking features and an unusual yet morish face.
"Ok, lets see what I remember..." Carrie began, tapping her knee.
"Coffee?" Mike offered, getting up.
"Please." Carrie then leaned forward and wracked her brain.
She thought: Ok, heres what remember...
LAST NIGHT- Mike's house party
Carrie had arrived alone, wearing a black vest, a green cordroy skirt and black Flyers. She was greeted by Mike who immediately gave her a hug.
"Welcome, M'lady!" He cried, slurring. He'd obviously had a lot to drink. "Come in, coome in!"
Carrie followed him into the living room. It was smoky and smel strongly of alcohol. Loud music was playing and making the floor vibrate under her feet. Carrie didnt know anyone except for Mike and Billie Joe. But Mike was busy handing out drinks and joints and Billie Joe had gone upstairs with some woman.
Carrie knocked back her beer and immediately opened another one- the only way to make this party better for her was to get absoloutley hammered.
She felt a light tap on her shoulder. When she turned round, there was Tre. He was wearing a white "Chump" t-shirt and Dickies shorts.
"Hey there. I'm Tre" He beamed at her, revealing his white teeth.
Carrie grinned back. "Nice to meet you Tre. I already knew who you were. I'm Carrie, I live next door?"
"Oh I know you!" Tre said. "Hey, This is a little hectic. Wanna go up to my room?"
"Sounds cool. Tre cool!" She laughed. "I'm sorry, you probably get that all the time."
"NO! Never!" He retoted sarcasticly. "Come on." He led her up the stairs to his bedroom. A sign on the door said: Beware FILTHY MAN ABOUT! Carrie read this and giggled, she was already a little tipsy.
Then her mind went blank. She was surprised how much detail she had recovered, but dissapointed because she still didnt know what happed next.
"Any joy?" Mike said, placing Carrie's cup on the coffee table then sipping from his own. As he swallowoed, he sighed contentedly. God he loved coffee!
"No not really" Carrie sighed. "Did you have fun?"
Mike scratched his head. "Um.. Yeah. I guess. I got high, met some new people but I didnt even get laid!" He cried.
Carrie laughed and sat back and drank her coffee. Then she remembered the letter.
She took it out of her pocket and turned it over in her hands.
She slowly tore off the envelope and unfolded a letter written on a napkin.
It read:
Carrie,
Your dad sucks. Just coz I got in his daughter's pants, doesn't mean he had to go all maniac on me!
Anyway. I still would like to carry on seeing you. Like we talked about. Remember?
Call me. My number is on the back of this napkin.
No I havent ran away by the way. I'm spending two days with my kids, but I'll be back on Wednesday. I hope you still feel the same way as you did at the party.
Lots of sucking and blowing,
THE TRE COOL
X
Carrie smiled and rubbed the letter on her chest, lovingly. She was a little confused about all the things she was supposed to remember but didnt. Mike raised his eyebrow at her rubbing then rolled his eyes and smiled.
They were both woken from thier thoughts by a loud stomping of footsteps, coming down the stairs. It was the woman that had gone up to Billie Joe's room last night. She had auburn hair and brown eyes. Nothing special, Carrie thought.
The woman was angry and was followed by Billie Joe looking desperate behind her.
"You leavin', Sam?" Mike asked the woman.
She turned to face the living room and nodded stubbornly in Mike's direction. The she saw Carrie and her face went red. Billie Joe smirked.
"YOU!" Cried Sam, who was pacing towards, Carrie, pointing a long finger nail at her. " You were the one who did this to me!"
Carrie looked to where Sam was pointing. It was on her face. Carrie's eyes widened. There, on Sam's defined cheek bone was the biggest bruise she'd evr seen...
"Uum... Sure, Why not?" She said, cheering up.
"You have always made a big impression on Tre, He talked about you ALL the time. Then at my party last night he finally got the courage to speak to you. But I doubt you'll remember that, hmm?" Mike said, sitting on the couch. Carrie sat down on a chair opposite him.
She rubbed her temples- she could barely remember last night, all those Caronas had gone straight to her head. She had liked Tre for a while too and had drawn his name on her arm in permenant ink a while ago. "I don't even remember who else was at the party!" She admitted, sitting back and relaxing a little.
From the couch, Mike studied the young girl. She wasn't particularly pretty, he thought, but she had striking features and an unusual yet morish face.
"Ok, lets see what I remember..." Carrie began, tapping her knee.
"Coffee?" Mike offered, getting up.
"Please." Carrie then leaned forward and wracked her brain.
She thought: Ok, heres what remember...
LAST NIGHT- Mike's house party
Carrie had arrived alone, wearing a black vest, a green cordroy skirt and black Flyers. She was greeted by Mike who immediately gave her a hug.
"Welcome, M'lady!" He cried, slurring. He'd obviously had a lot to drink. "Come in, coome in!"
Carrie followed him into the living room. It was smoky and smel strongly of alcohol. Loud music was playing and making the floor vibrate under her feet. Carrie didnt know anyone except for Mike and Billie Joe. But Mike was busy handing out drinks and joints and Billie Joe had gone upstairs with some woman.
Carrie knocked back her beer and immediately opened another one- the only way to make this party better for her was to get absoloutley hammered.
She felt a light tap on her shoulder. When she turned round, there was Tre. He was wearing a white "Chump" t-shirt and Dickies shorts.
"Hey there. I'm Tre" He beamed at her, revealing his white teeth.
Carrie grinned back. "Nice to meet you Tre. I already knew who you were. I'm Carrie, I live next door?"
"Oh I know you!" Tre said. "Hey, This is a little hectic. Wanna go up to my room?"
"Sounds cool. Tre cool!" She laughed. "I'm sorry, you probably get that all the time."
"NO! Never!" He retoted sarcasticly. "Come on." He led her up the stairs to his bedroom. A sign on the door said: Beware FILTHY MAN ABOUT! Carrie read this and giggled, she was already a little tipsy.
Then her mind went blank. She was surprised how much detail she had recovered, but dissapointed because she still didnt know what happed next.
"Any joy?" Mike said, placing Carrie's cup on the coffee table then sipping from his own. As he swallowoed, he sighed contentedly. God he loved coffee!
"No not really" Carrie sighed. "Did you have fun?"
Mike scratched his head. "Um.. Yeah. I guess. I got high, met some new people but I didnt even get laid!" He cried.
Carrie laughed and sat back and drank her coffee. Then she remembered the letter.
She took it out of her pocket and turned it over in her hands.
She slowly tore off the envelope and unfolded a letter written on a napkin.
It read:
Carrie,
Your dad sucks. Just coz I got in his daughter's pants, doesn't mean he had to go all maniac on me!
Anyway. I still would like to carry on seeing you. Like we talked about. Remember?
Call me. My number is on the back of this napkin.
No I havent ran away by the way. I'm spending two days with my kids, but I'll be back on Wednesday. I hope you still feel the same way as you did at the party.
Lots of sucking and blowing,
THE TRE COOL
X
Carrie smiled and rubbed the letter on her chest, lovingly. She was a little confused about all the things she was supposed to remember but didnt. Mike raised his eyebrow at her rubbing then rolled his eyes and smiled.
They were both woken from thier thoughts by a loud stomping of footsteps, coming down the stairs. It was the woman that had gone up to Billie Joe's room last night. She had auburn hair and brown eyes. Nothing special, Carrie thought.
The woman was angry and was followed by Billie Joe looking desperate behind her.
"You leavin', Sam?" Mike asked the woman.
She turned to face the living room and nodded stubbornly in Mike's direction. The she saw Carrie and her face went red. Billie Joe smirked.
"YOU!" Cried Sam, who was pacing towards, Carrie, pointing a long finger nail at her. " You were the one who did this to me!"
Carrie looked to where Sam was pointing. It was on her face. Carrie's eyes widened. There, on Sam's defined cheek bone was the biggest bruise she'd evr seen...
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