Please Don't Wake Me Up When I'm Dreaming, chapter 13
*Mike's POV*
What the fuck?! I woke up to the sounds of loud laughter and shouting coming from the living room. After last night, I don't think I want to know what's going on out there. What the fuck was Tré thinking, anyway? Didn't he learn his lesson about getting involved with younger girls the last time? God, he could be so hard-headed at times. Not only is this girl younger than him, but she's just a kid. He has to be out of that wacky little mind of his.
"LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID, FRANK! NO WAY, IT WAS, YOU, Tré! NUH UH!" I could hear Tré in the living room, arguing... with himself. What the fuck has he been smokin'? Let's see, to go or not to go, is the question. I stood at the door for another minute until I heard something break and then the girls shrieking in laughter. I walked out only to be welcomed by the most mortifying sight ever.
"Tré, put... it... down." He looked over at me, surprised that I was standing there. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and a bra. I'm just going to assume and hope to God that the bra is one of the girls' and not his. He had feathers all over him and he was holding up a toaster, about to throw it. He must've snuck some crack onto the bus with him 'cause there is something seriously wrong with this boy. The girls were beat-red in the face and tears were steadily streaming out of their eyes as they howled in laughter. They couldn't even breathe. Poor Billie was missing out on everything. How the fuck he could sleep through this, I have no
idea.
"But he's my friend! See? He speaks to me!" Tré yelled, showing me the toaster with a face drawn on it.
"Boy, what the fuck have you been smoking?!"
"NOTHING!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you, then?!"
"What the fuck is wrong with YOU?!"
"Nothing, you're the one running around out here like a dumb ass breaking things. And what, may I ask, are you wearing?" He looked down at himself and blushed. He quickly grabbed his clothes from around the room and headed towards the bathroom, flinging the bra over his shoulder towards Araxie. The girls were still on the floor laughing; having a hard time breathing.
"You know what? This never happened. I didn't see him in a bra and boxers. He wasn't talking to a toaster and he wasn't yelling at himself." For some reason, the girls started laughing even harder. I didn't see how that was so funny. "Are you two gonna be okay? Jesus, take a breath! You look like you're going to fucking' explode. I have enough mess to clean up already, living with Tré. I don't need disgruntled body parts scattered about as well." The two girls continued laughing. Maybe they were the ones on crack. I went back to my room while I waited for Tré to get out of the bathroom.
*My POV*
We just couldn't stop laughing. It was funny as hell just to watch Tré hit himself in the head with pillows and argue with himself. Then he just had to take it a bit further, he walked over to Araxie's bag (We both had bags with 3 days worth of clothes with us since we were supposed to stay in a hotel with Araxie's mom for a couple days before going home.) and took one of her bras. He took about two minutes to put it on and then he started randomly breaking things. He finally got to the kitchen and took a sharpie from the counter and drew a smiley face on the toaster and said that it was his friend. Then Mike woke up. I could tell he was annoyed with us all already, but before this weekend was over, we were going to fix all of that. We knew he had a wild side, too. We just had to find it.
"Let's go wake up Billie!" Araxie suggested.
"No. I have a better idea. Grab his camera and follow me." Araxie got the camera and followed me back to Billie's room. Just as we were about to open the door, Tré came out of the bathroom.
"Whatcha doing'?" Araxie and I just looked at each other and giggled. She held up the camera and Tré instantly understood."Ooh, ooh, ooh! I wanna help!" He pleaded, giving us a puppy dog face and those big, beautiful eyes.
"Of course, take the camera and get a few pictures of him. If he wakes up, he won't be as mad at you as he would have been at us."
"Sure. No problem. I'll be out in a second." Tré stepped in and closed the door behind him. We heard some clicking noises of the camera and then a scream.
"Tré get the fuck out of my room!" We heard a loud crash and then something hit the door. A few seconds later, Tré appeared in the small hallway, waving the camera at us.
"Told you it was no problem." He said, smirking. "He wasn't wearing anything either. Well, unless a leopard print thong counts."
Araxie and I took the camera and hid it in my bag. "I'll tell him that I took it. While we're at the arena tonight, you girls can go get it developed. There's plenty of places around here." He handed me a twenty dollar bill.
"What's this for? I don't need this much for pictures."
"Just keep it!"
"Will do."
"Good, now, what do you guys want to do? I don't wanna be around when princess Billie comes out."
"Mall." Araxie and I both said in unison.
"Alright. Mall it is." Araxie and I got ready to go and then went out to get a cab. No luck.
"Why don't we just walk?" Araxie asked us.
"Why don't you just shoot me?"
"Got a gun?"
"Don't start. Not now. It's too early." Tré said. He was obviously very annoyed at our constant bickering. But, then again, who wouldn't be?
"Sorry. But, how are we going to walk? We don't know where this place is or how far away it is."
"Says who?"
"You know where it is?"
"Sure."
"Well, then. Lead the way, Mr. Man!"
"That's Mr. Cool to you!"
"Okey donkey, Mr. Cool." We walked around for about two hours with no luck of finding a place to just hang out. "So, Mr. Cool, thought you knew where to go?" I asked him, smirking.
"So, I lied. We just wasted two hours though."
"Ooh, yay!" Araxie said sarcastically.
"OOH! Let's go see a movie!"
"Umm, sure. Where are we going to find a theater?" Tré pointed behind me as we started walking towards it. "Okay, what do you wanna see?"
"Wait, how come he gets to choose?!"
"Because it was his idea!"
"So?!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He yelled. This wasn't going to be easy for any of us. And on top of that, people were starting to stare and a few people recognized Tré. Great, Tré, make a scene. Tré saw the girls a few yards away, whispering amongst themselves trying to determine wether it was really him or not "Now, I want to see Star Wars. Either of you two have any better ideas?"
"I hate that movie!" Araxie said. "I wouldn't watch that if someone paid me."
"I like it, I'll watch it with you, Tré."
"Oh, no. I'm so not leaving you two alone in a dark room." Tré and I both blushed. I have no idea why he did or why I did. But, the idea of being alone in a dark room with him sounded fine to me.
"Why the fuck not?!" I hollered at her.
"I know you. God only knows what you'd be doing."
"Well, then. I guess we'll need a chaperone." Tré said, dragging me along towards the ticket booth in his mad dash to get in the theater and out of sight. He got us 3 tickets for Star Wars and we took our seats. We were just in time. We sat in the very back, me in the middle of Tré and Araxie.
"I'm going to kill you two. I hate this movie!" Araxie mumbled. Looking around for something interesting to do. Nope. Just an empty, boring, old movie theater.
"Uh huh."
"Okay." The movie had just started when we walked in and Tré and I were already hypnotized to the screen. My uncle had gotten me into Star Wars and Lord of the Rings not too long ago. It's all his fault. He turned me into a geek.
When the movie was over, we walked out of the theater to be welcomed my mobs of teenage girls. Oh, joy. Tré Pushed passed them all, dragging me behind him once again. We crossed the street and lost most of the crowd, except for a group of three girls and two guys who wanted Tré's autograph. He quickly signed shirts, hats, arms, pictures and other items of clothing and we quickly got out of the area. We didn't want to go home just yet. Well, I didn't, anyway and I'm sure Tré still wanted to explore the city. We walked by a lake and decided to take a rest from walking. Tré and I sat on the grass near the lake and just closed our eyes. We were all tired from all of the walking. Araxie couldn't stay put for three seconds so she said that she was going to look through the stores that were across the street. We told we'd wait for her here and to take her time.
"Now that I have you alone. I want to talk to you about something." I said to Tré while propping my head up on my hand.
"Yeah? What about?" He knew damn well what about.
"About last night." He was silent so I just came out with it. "Why were you laughing at me when I told you my dream and...wh-why were you about to kiss me?"
"Why were you about to let me?" He simply asked, smirking.
"C'mon, I'm serious."
"Well, your dream just kind of seemed odd."
"How so?"
"Well, remember that girl I was telling you about?"
"Yeah."
"Well, she-she's you, Ray."
What the fuck?! I woke up to the sounds of loud laughter and shouting coming from the living room. After last night, I don't think I want to know what's going on out there. What the fuck was Tré thinking, anyway? Didn't he learn his lesson about getting involved with younger girls the last time? God, he could be so hard-headed at times. Not only is this girl younger than him, but she's just a kid. He has to be out of that wacky little mind of his.
"LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID, FRANK! NO WAY, IT WAS, YOU, Tré! NUH UH!" I could hear Tré in the living room, arguing... with himself. What the fuck has he been smokin'? Let's see, to go or not to go, is the question. I stood at the door for another minute until I heard something break and then the girls shrieking in laughter. I walked out only to be welcomed by the most mortifying sight ever.
"Tré, put... it... down." He looked over at me, surprised that I was standing there. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and a bra. I'm just going to assume and hope to God that the bra is one of the girls' and not his. He had feathers all over him and he was holding up a toaster, about to throw it. He must've snuck some crack onto the bus with him 'cause there is something seriously wrong with this boy. The girls were beat-red in the face and tears were steadily streaming out of their eyes as they howled in laughter. They couldn't even breathe. Poor Billie was missing out on everything. How the fuck he could sleep through this, I have no
idea.
"But he's my friend! See? He speaks to me!" Tré yelled, showing me the toaster with a face drawn on it.
"Boy, what the fuck have you been smoking?!"
"NOTHING!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you, then?!"
"What the fuck is wrong with YOU?!"
"Nothing, you're the one running around out here like a dumb ass breaking things. And what, may I ask, are you wearing?" He looked down at himself and blushed. He quickly grabbed his clothes from around the room and headed towards the bathroom, flinging the bra over his shoulder towards Araxie. The girls were still on the floor laughing; having a hard time breathing.
"You know what? This never happened. I didn't see him in a bra and boxers. He wasn't talking to a toaster and he wasn't yelling at himself." For some reason, the girls started laughing even harder. I didn't see how that was so funny. "Are you two gonna be okay? Jesus, take a breath! You look like you're going to fucking' explode. I have enough mess to clean up already, living with Tré. I don't need disgruntled body parts scattered about as well." The two girls continued laughing. Maybe they were the ones on crack. I went back to my room while I waited for Tré to get out of the bathroom.
*My POV*
We just couldn't stop laughing. It was funny as hell just to watch Tré hit himself in the head with pillows and argue with himself. Then he just had to take it a bit further, he walked over to Araxie's bag (We both had bags with 3 days worth of clothes with us since we were supposed to stay in a hotel with Araxie's mom for a couple days before going home.) and took one of her bras. He took about two minutes to put it on and then he started randomly breaking things. He finally got to the kitchen and took a sharpie from the counter and drew a smiley face on the toaster and said that it was his friend. Then Mike woke up. I could tell he was annoyed with us all already, but before this weekend was over, we were going to fix all of that. We knew he had a wild side, too. We just had to find it.
"Let's go wake up Billie!" Araxie suggested.
"No. I have a better idea. Grab his camera and follow me." Araxie got the camera and followed me back to Billie's room. Just as we were about to open the door, Tré came out of the bathroom.
"Whatcha doing'?" Araxie and I just looked at each other and giggled. She held up the camera and Tré instantly understood."Ooh, ooh, ooh! I wanna help!" He pleaded, giving us a puppy dog face and those big, beautiful eyes.
"Of course, take the camera and get a few pictures of him. If he wakes up, he won't be as mad at you as he would have been at us."
"Sure. No problem. I'll be out in a second." Tré stepped in and closed the door behind him. We heard some clicking noises of the camera and then a scream.
"Tré get the fuck out of my room!" We heard a loud crash and then something hit the door. A few seconds later, Tré appeared in the small hallway, waving the camera at us.
"Told you it was no problem." He said, smirking. "He wasn't wearing anything either. Well, unless a leopard print thong counts."
Araxie and I took the camera and hid it in my bag. "I'll tell him that I took it. While we're at the arena tonight, you girls can go get it developed. There's plenty of places around here." He handed me a twenty dollar bill.
"What's this for? I don't need this much for pictures."
"Just keep it!"
"Will do."
"Good, now, what do you guys want to do? I don't wanna be around when princess Billie comes out."
"Mall." Araxie and I both said in unison.
"Alright. Mall it is." Araxie and I got ready to go and then went out to get a cab. No luck.
"Why don't we just walk?" Araxie asked us.
"Why don't you just shoot me?"
"Got a gun?"
"Don't start. Not now. It's too early." Tré said. He was obviously very annoyed at our constant bickering. But, then again, who wouldn't be?
"Sorry. But, how are we going to walk? We don't know where this place is or how far away it is."
"Says who?"
"You know where it is?"
"Sure."
"Well, then. Lead the way, Mr. Man!"
"That's Mr. Cool to you!"
"Okey donkey, Mr. Cool." We walked around for about two hours with no luck of finding a place to just hang out. "So, Mr. Cool, thought you knew where to go?" I asked him, smirking.
"So, I lied. We just wasted two hours though."
"Ooh, yay!" Araxie said sarcastically.
"OOH! Let's go see a movie!"
"Umm, sure. Where are we going to find a theater?" Tré pointed behind me as we started walking towards it. "Okay, what do you wanna see?"
"Wait, how come he gets to choose?!"
"Because it was his idea!"
"So?!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He yelled. This wasn't going to be easy for any of us. And on top of that, people were starting to stare and a few people recognized Tré. Great, Tré, make a scene. Tré saw the girls a few yards away, whispering amongst themselves trying to determine wether it was really him or not "Now, I want to see Star Wars. Either of you two have any better ideas?"
"I hate that movie!" Araxie said. "I wouldn't watch that if someone paid me."
"I like it, I'll watch it with you, Tré."
"Oh, no. I'm so not leaving you two alone in a dark room." Tré and I both blushed. I have no idea why he did or why I did. But, the idea of being alone in a dark room with him sounded fine to me.
"Why the fuck not?!" I hollered at her.
"I know you. God only knows what you'd be doing."
"Well, then. I guess we'll need a chaperone." Tré said, dragging me along towards the ticket booth in his mad dash to get in the theater and out of sight. He got us 3 tickets for Star Wars and we took our seats. We were just in time. We sat in the very back, me in the middle of Tré and Araxie.
"I'm going to kill you two. I hate this movie!" Araxie mumbled. Looking around for something interesting to do. Nope. Just an empty, boring, old movie theater.
"Uh huh."
"Okay." The movie had just started when we walked in and Tré and I were already hypnotized to the screen. My uncle had gotten me into Star Wars and Lord of the Rings not too long ago. It's all his fault. He turned me into a geek.
When the movie was over, we walked out of the theater to be welcomed my mobs of teenage girls. Oh, joy. Tré Pushed passed them all, dragging me behind him once again. We crossed the street and lost most of the crowd, except for a group of three girls and two guys who wanted Tré's autograph. He quickly signed shirts, hats, arms, pictures and other items of clothing and we quickly got out of the area. We didn't want to go home just yet. Well, I didn't, anyway and I'm sure Tré still wanted to explore the city. We walked by a lake and decided to take a rest from walking. Tré and I sat on the grass near the lake and just closed our eyes. We were all tired from all of the walking. Araxie couldn't stay put for three seconds so she said that she was going to look through the stores that were across the street. We told we'd wait for her here and to take her time.
"Now that I have you alone. I want to talk to you about something." I said to Tré while propping my head up on my hand.
"Yeah? What about?" He knew damn well what about.
"About last night." He was silent so I just came out with it. "Why were you laughing at me when I told you my dream and...wh-why were you about to kiss me?"
"Why were you about to let me?" He simply asked, smirking.
"C'mon, I'm serious."
"Well, your dream just kind of seemed odd."
"How so?"
"Well, remember that girl I was telling you about?"
"Yeah."
"Well, she-she's you, Ray."
