Please Don't Wake Me Up When I'm Dreaming, chapter 9
As we walked off the plane, we hurried quickly into a taxi that was waiting for us, trying to avoid fans. Tré, Billie, Araxie and myself were all squished into the back seat. Araxie ended up sitting on Billie's lap and Tré was practically on top of me by the time we got to the hotel. Araxie and I helped the guys put their stuff into their rooms and we decided to order some breakfast from room service. The guys all had waffles and Araxie and I had scrambled eggs, pancakes and bacon. We loved bacon. Billie finished his breakfast and took some of my pancakes.
"I wanted those!"
"Mine now." He said, his mouth full.
"Damn you, Billie Joe." He opened his mouth and spit everything out onto my plate when he was done chewing it.
"You want it so bad, there you go." I just looked at it in disgust.
"Damnit, if you don't want it then I do!" Araxie yelled, taking her fork and scooping the slop into her mouth. Billie stared at her in shock and I in pure disgust. She smiled and swallowed every bit of it. Just watching her put that stuff in her mouth made me sick. I pushed my plate away and Billie, gladly, finished my breakfast for me.
*Tré's POV*
That was totally sick! Ha, these chicks rock. I have this feeling that we are going to be good friends, even after the tour. I can't believe they are only 14. Well, Araxie will be in a few months, anyway. They just seemed so much older. If Ray hadn't told me how old she was, I might have asked her out. Oh, God. No. No, bad Tré. Stupid. Stupid Tré. She's like twenty years younger than you. No, nineteen years, eleven months and four days. God, no. Don't think like that, damnit! I just got in deep shit for dating this girl that was seventeen. Her mom was going to fucking kill me, so we broke up. Why did I always go for the younger girls? I need help. No, help doesn't help! Oh, fuck it! We're just friends, right?
*My POV*
Tré had this twisted expression on his face. It was bugging the hell out of me, so I walked over and sat on the floor in front of him. I looked up at him, smiling as he looked down at me with an odd expression that I couldn't quite read.
"What?" Is all he could say. Smooth.
"Nothing. You look, erm, troubled? Yeah. Is anything wrong? I may be an annoying, short, bratty teenager... But I can be mature when I feel like it. You helped me with my problem, for now, anyway. Now, I want to help you."
"Um, well, it's not that easy. You see, there's this... Girl. There's a huge age difference, though."
"How huge?" Tré looked around to see if anyone was listening. Nobody paid us any attention but he looked uneasy. "C'mon. I know where we can go." Tré looked kind of confused, but followed anyway. Nobody noticed us walk out. Boy, do I feel loved right now.
"So, uh... Where are you taking me?"
"Here." I said as I went into an empty room we passed on the way to our rooms. We walked in and shut the door. I turned the light on and headed over to a corner and sat down. Tré just stood there with a dazed look on his face, probably thinking. I patted the spot next to me on the floor as he came over and sat down. "Now, where were we? Oh, yeah. So, how big is this age difference?"
"Well, uhm..."
"C'mon, you can tell me! I won't say anything to Mike or Billie, promise." He looked at me as if debating with himself wether to trust me or not.
"Nine-"
"Only nine? That's not too-" He put a finger to my lips, cutting me off.
"Nineteen years, eleven months and four days."
*Tré's POV*
Oh, no. Did I really just say that? What if she makes the connection? Oh, my God! I'm such an asshole!
"Holy shit! You could have just said twenty years. You know the exact difference? You must really like this girl."
No shit! Tell me something I don't know. God, why am I talking to her about this? Out of all people...
"Yeah. I do, but twenty years is just so much. I don't think it would ever work out. I'm always saying that age doesn't matter b-" This time she put a figer to my lips cutting me off.
"You're rambling. That's okay, but if you're anything like I thought you were, and you are, you'll go on doing that forever until someone stops you. Now, that really is a huge age gap, but like you just said, age doesn't matter. If you really like her as amuch as I think you do, you should tell her. There are very few women out there who would dare turn you down, no matter what age. In my opinion, age is nothing but a number resembling life experience and nothing more. A person at age ten can be just as mature and knowledgable as a person at age fifteen."
Wow, she was right! That made perfect sense. Nothing ever makes sense to me when people explain things. She understands me!
"Thanks, Rayne. I think I know what to do now. You've been a big help."
I decided to give her a kiss on the cheek as a 'thank you'. A good friend would do that wouldn't they? That doesn't mean I like her or anything, just a 'thank you' kiss on the cheek. Yeah.
"What was that for?"
"For helping me. I really appreciate it."
"Oh, well, now I feel bad because I didn't have something to thank you with when you helped me earlier."
"Don't feel bad. You've just helped me in a way that I don't think anyone else could have done. You're the greatest!"
"Well, then, in that case..." She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She blushed and started walking back to the rooms.
*My POV*
Holy shit! I did not just do that. He didn't seem mad, did he? No, I think he was quite happy, actually. I wonder who this girl is. Hmm, he's thirty-three. Thirty-three minus nineteen equals... 14.
"I wanted those!"
"Mine now." He said, his mouth full.
"Damn you, Billie Joe." He opened his mouth and spit everything out onto my plate when he was done chewing it.
"You want it so bad, there you go." I just looked at it in disgust.
"Damnit, if you don't want it then I do!" Araxie yelled, taking her fork and scooping the slop into her mouth. Billie stared at her in shock and I in pure disgust. She smiled and swallowed every bit of it. Just watching her put that stuff in her mouth made me sick. I pushed my plate away and Billie, gladly, finished my breakfast for me.
*Tré's POV*
That was totally sick! Ha, these chicks rock. I have this feeling that we are going to be good friends, even after the tour. I can't believe they are only 14. Well, Araxie will be in a few months, anyway. They just seemed so much older. If Ray hadn't told me how old she was, I might have asked her out. Oh, God. No. No, bad Tré. Stupid. Stupid Tré. She's like twenty years younger than you. No, nineteen years, eleven months and four days. God, no. Don't think like that, damnit! I just got in deep shit for dating this girl that was seventeen. Her mom was going to fucking kill me, so we broke up. Why did I always go for the younger girls? I need help. No, help doesn't help! Oh, fuck it! We're just friends, right?
*My POV*
Tré had this twisted expression on his face. It was bugging the hell out of me, so I walked over and sat on the floor in front of him. I looked up at him, smiling as he looked down at me with an odd expression that I couldn't quite read.
"What?" Is all he could say. Smooth.
"Nothing. You look, erm, troubled? Yeah. Is anything wrong? I may be an annoying, short, bratty teenager... But I can be mature when I feel like it. You helped me with my problem, for now, anyway. Now, I want to help you."
"Um, well, it's not that easy. You see, there's this... Girl. There's a huge age difference, though."
"How huge?" Tré looked around to see if anyone was listening. Nobody paid us any attention but he looked uneasy. "C'mon. I know where we can go." Tré looked kind of confused, but followed anyway. Nobody noticed us walk out. Boy, do I feel loved right now.
"So, uh... Where are you taking me?"
"Here." I said as I went into an empty room we passed on the way to our rooms. We walked in and shut the door. I turned the light on and headed over to a corner and sat down. Tré just stood there with a dazed look on his face, probably thinking. I patted the spot next to me on the floor as he came over and sat down. "Now, where were we? Oh, yeah. So, how big is this age difference?"
"Well, uhm..."
"C'mon, you can tell me! I won't say anything to Mike or Billie, promise." He looked at me as if debating with himself wether to trust me or not.
"Nine-"
"Only nine? That's not too-" He put a finger to my lips, cutting me off.
"Nineteen years, eleven months and four days."
*Tré's POV*
Oh, no. Did I really just say that? What if she makes the connection? Oh, my God! I'm such an asshole!
"Holy shit! You could have just said twenty years. You know the exact difference? You must really like this girl."
No shit! Tell me something I don't know. God, why am I talking to her about this? Out of all people...
"Yeah. I do, but twenty years is just so much. I don't think it would ever work out. I'm always saying that age doesn't matter b-" This time she put a figer to my lips cutting me off.
"You're rambling. That's okay, but if you're anything like I thought you were, and you are, you'll go on doing that forever until someone stops you. Now, that really is a huge age gap, but like you just said, age doesn't matter. If you really like her as amuch as I think you do, you should tell her. There are very few women out there who would dare turn you down, no matter what age. In my opinion, age is nothing but a number resembling life experience and nothing more. A person at age ten can be just as mature and knowledgable as a person at age fifteen."
Wow, she was right! That made perfect sense. Nothing ever makes sense to me when people explain things. She understands me!
"Thanks, Rayne. I think I know what to do now. You've been a big help."
I decided to give her a kiss on the cheek as a 'thank you'. A good friend would do that wouldn't they? That doesn't mean I like her or anything, just a 'thank you' kiss on the cheek. Yeah.
"What was that for?"
"For helping me. I really appreciate it."
"Oh, well, now I feel bad because I didn't have something to thank you with when you helped me earlier."
"Don't feel bad. You've just helped me in a way that I don't think anyone else could have done. You're the greatest!"
"Well, then, in that case..." She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She blushed and started walking back to the rooms.
*My POV*
Holy shit! I did not just do that. He didn't seem mad, did he? No, I think he was quite happy, actually. I wonder who this girl is. Hmm, he's thirty-three. Thirty-three minus nineteen equals... 14.
