My Lame Title (Exciting, eh?), chapter 7
"So, exactly, what is it about?" Billie asked again, tossing a balled up pair of socks in the air, catching it.
"Okay, it's about the ugly elephant. He is so ugly, that all of the other elephants make fun of him and sing songs about how ugly he is. Then one day he tricks them, pretending to drown. Then they all feel sorry for him and cry, saying how they should have been nicer to him," She takes a deep breath. "Then they all fling themselves off a cliff, and die instantly. Then the ugly elephant feel bad, and flings himself off. But he didn't die instantly, he lay there for days, dieing slowly." She tells him, talking to him like he was a two year old.
"And the moral is?" He asked.
"To, uh... Never... Don't be ugly. Plastic surgery is the way to go." She said, smiling.
"And... You wrote this?" Billie Joe hopped off her dresser, walking towards the door.
"Yeah." She said, and he shrugged.
"I'm hungry... Anyone else?" He asked.
Everyone but Tre and Crash raised their hands.
"Help yourselves." Crash said, as they all closed the door behind them.
Instantly, Tre was on Crash, pinning her against the wall.
"Thought... They... Would never... Leave." She said between kisses.
She wrapped her arms around Tre, pulling him as close as possible, slipping her tongue past her lips. Crash pushed him down on the bed, climbing on top of him, without ever breaking from their kiss.
"Hey, you guys, we got you some -- Whoa. Go Tre." Mike said, smiling at them.
"Oh... Um, hey you guys. I was just... Yeah, okay, I'm not even going to try to make up anything." She shook her head, pulling down her shirt, fixing her hair.
"So... " Crash whispered, resting her head against Tre's chest as they were lying on the bed.
"I had fun tonight." He whispered to her.
Everyone else had fallen asleep, so she decided they were all going to sleep over. Tre and Crash were the only ones awake, under the covers of her bed. Tre shifted his arm from under her head, because he felt it going numb. Crash closed her eyes, and Tre kissed the top of her head.
"Good night." He whispered.
"Good night." She smiled into his chest.
Crash woke up the next morning, sun streaming into her bedroom through the blinds.
"Oh, shit." She looked at the clock which read 10:47am. They were supposed to be at school at eight.
Crash lifted the covers, shrugging, deciding that skipping school was the way to go. She made her way to the bathroom, placing her hands on the edges of the sink. She lifted her eyes, looking in the mirror. Lifting one hand, she runs a finger underneath her eye. She looks at the finger, the dark eyeliner covering it. She turned the tap on, ridding herself of the make-up. Pulling a towel off the rack she patted her face dry.
She walked back to her bedroom, sliding underneath the sheets, pulling them over her head.
"Hello boys and girls! Miss me?" Crash walked up the The Lunch Table, setting down her tray.
"Were you gone?" Jess asks, Mike's arm around her shoulders.
"Yes! I went to the dentist, because of that tooth that grew in sideways." Crash said, sitting down next to Tre.
"Did he give you some numbing crap?" Tre asked.
"Why, yes. How did you know that?" Crash asked.
"You're talking out of the side of your mouth." He told her, smiling.
"What? Really? Oi, weird." She said, shaking her head.
"It's sexy. Really." He leaned closer to her, kissing her.
She starts giggling, and he gives her a questioning look.
"It felt funny... 'Cause it's numb... " Nobody else saw the humor in that. And she shrugged, returning to her salad.
She starts poking at her chin, laughing, then pulling on her lip.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Mike asked her, laughing.
"I'm... It's numb! I can't feel anything! It's... Really cool." She said.
Jess and Melissa rolled their eyes.
She ran her fingers through his hair, pressing her lips closer to his. Tre pushed her up against the shelf, janitor items falling off.
"You know... We could... Do this all hour." Tre said, between kisses.
"Sounds like... A... Plan." She smiled against his lips as he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He moved his lips down her neck, and bit the nape of her neck slightly. Goosebumps ran up her arms, as he claimed her lips once again with his.
They swung the door open, practically falling out from the cramped janitors closet. Crash heard a shout, and her eyes widened to find a teacher coming their way.
"Shit." She muttered.
She grabbed Tre's hand, and they ran off in the other direction, and turned the corner.
"Uh... " Crash stopped, swinging herself around to try to fins a way out.
The light when off in her head, and she pulled Tre into the girl's restroom, and shoved him into a stall. She made him sit down, and she sat on him, waiting for someone to walk in to bust them. They sat there for a full ten minutes, and finally Crash let out a sigh of relief.
"Wow." Tre said, standing up, holding her around the waist from behind. "You should be a spy or something." He told her.
"What? Why?" She asked him, confused.
"Because you lost her! She doesn't know where we are!" He said, opening the stall door, the bell ringing.
"Well, we just had to... Yeah, I guess so." She shrugged, and they walked to their next class, which they both had together.
Crash sat down next to Tre, in the back of the class, just as the tardy bell rang. She grabbed his hand as the teacher that had seen them walked in. The teacher surveyed the class, her eyes scanning across each and every students face, and then shrugged. She started that days lesson, and Crash lessoned her death grip on Tre's hand.
He pulled her hair towards him, smelling it.
"I like your hair." He told her, pulling her into his lap.
"Yeah?" She asked, a small smile forming on her lips.
"Yeah. It smells really good. Like... Fruit. Not the cheesy kind though. Citrus." He said.
"Yeah? I like your hair too." She turned around so she faced him, still sitting on his lap, and tugged on his hair.
"It's so... Green." She giggled, pulling him closer by his hair, covering his lips with hers.
"Hey! Guess what?" Tre said as soon as Crash opened her door, after hearing frantic knocking.
"What?" She asked, taking his offered hand as he led her outside.
"Look!" He said, pointing to a dirty motorcycle.
"Yeah? That's... Cool Tre." She said. Walking around it, checking it out.
"Yeah! I made it! From scraps. From that junkyard, ya know?" He told her, a proud look on his face.
"Very cool. Start her up!" She said, and he did.
She made a face.
"Do you... No, I do. Be right back!" She turned around, running back into the house, emerging minutes later with a red toolbox.
"What... What is that for?" He asked her, as she set it down, opening it.
"I'm just going to... Trust me Tre." She told him looking for something in her toolbox.
"I trust you completely." He said, backing away from the bike.
She stood up, wiping her forehead, smearing grease across her forehead.
"There. Start her up now." She grinned as her turned the bike on, his eyes widening.
"Holy... Crap balls." He said, turning to look at her.
"Thank you, thank you." He bowed a couple times, and he clapped.
"Now you have to take me for a ride." She told him, but running inside for a jacket.
She emerged from her house, jumping on the back of the bike, and they rode off. She felt the salty wind flowing through her hair as she rested her head on Tre's shoulder.
"Cool, huh?" He said, grinning.
"Very cool."
"Okay, it's about the ugly elephant. He is so ugly, that all of the other elephants make fun of him and sing songs about how ugly he is. Then one day he tricks them, pretending to drown. Then they all feel sorry for him and cry, saying how they should have been nicer to him," She takes a deep breath. "Then they all fling themselves off a cliff, and die instantly. Then the ugly elephant feel bad, and flings himself off. But he didn't die instantly, he lay there for days, dieing slowly." She tells him, talking to him like he was a two year old.
"And the moral is?" He asked.
"To, uh... Never... Don't be ugly. Plastic surgery is the way to go." She said, smiling.
"And... You wrote this?" Billie Joe hopped off her dresser, walking towards the door.
"Yeah." She said, and he shrugged.
"I'm hungry... Anyone else?" He asked.
Everyone but Tre and Crash raised their hands.
"Help yourselves." Crash said, as they all closed the door behind them.
Instantly, Tre was on Crash, pinning her against the wall.
"Thought... They... Would never... Leave." She said between kisses.
She wrapped her arms around Tre, pulling him as close as possible, slipping her tongue past her lips. Crash pushed him down on the bed, climbing on top of him, without ever breaking from their kiss.
"Hey, you guys, we got you some -- Whoa. Go Tre." Mike said, smiling at them.
"Oh... Um, hey you guys. I was just... Yeah, okay, I'm not even going to try to make up anything." She shook her head, pulling down her shirt, fixing her hair.
"So... " Crash whispered, resting her head against Tre's chest as they were lying on the bed.
"I had fun tonight." He whispered to her.
Everyone else had fallen asleep, so she decided they were all going to sleep over. Tre and Crash were the only ones awake, under the covers of her bed. Tre shifted his arm from under her head, because he felt it going numb. Crash closed her eyes, and Tre kissed the top of her head.
"Good night." He whispered.
"Good night." She smiled into his chest.
Crash woke up the next morning, sun streaming into her bedroom through the blinds.
"Oh, shit." She looked at the clock which read 10:47am. They were supposed to be at school at eight.
Crash lifted the covers, shrugging, deciding that skipping school was the way to go. She made her way to the bathroom, placing her hands on the edges of the sink. She lifted her eyes, looking in the mirror. Lifting one hand, she runs a finger underneath her eye. She looks at the finger, the dark eyeliner covering it. She turned the tap on, ridding herself of the make-up. Pulling a towel off the rack she patted her face dry.
She walked back to her bedroom, sliding underneath the sheets, pulling them over her head.
"Hello boys and girls! Miss me?" Crash walked up the The Lunch Table, setting down her tray.
"Were you gone?" Jess asks, Mike's arm around her shoulders.
"Yes! I went to the dentist, because of that tooth that grew in sideways." Crash said, sitting down next to Tre.
"Did he give you some numbing crap?" Tre asked.
"Why, yes. How did you know that?" Crash asked.
"You're talking out of the side of your mouth." He told her, smiling.
"What? Really? Oi, weird." She said, shaking her head.
"It's sexy. Really." He leaned closer to her, kissing her.
She starts giggling, and he gives her a questioning look.
"It felt funny... 'Cause it's numb... " Nobody else saw the humor in that. And she shrugged, returning to her salad.
She starts poking at her chin, laughing, then pulling on her lip.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Mike asked her, laughing.
"I'm... It's numb! I can't feel anything! It's... Really cool." She said.
Jess and Melissa rolled their eyes.
She ran her fingers through his hair, pressing her lips closer to his. Tre pushed her up against the shelf, janitor items falling off.
"You know... We could... Do this all hour." Tre said, between kisses.
"Sounds like... A... Plan." She smiled against his lips as he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He moved his lips down her neck, and bit the nape of her neck slightly. Goosebumps ran up her arms, as he claimed her lips once again with his.
They swung the door open, practically falling out from the cramped janitors closet. Crash heard a shout, and her eyes widened to find a teacher coming their way.
"Shit." She muttered.
She grabbed Tre's hand, and they ran off in the other direction, and turned the corner.
"Uh... " Crash stopped, swinging herself around to try to fins a way out.
The light when off in her head, and she pulled Tre into the girl's restroom, and shoved him into a stall. She made him sit down, and she sat on him, waiting for someone to walk in to bust them. They sat there for a full ten minutes, and finally Crash let out a sigh of relief.
"Wow." Tre said, standing up, holding her around the waist from behind. "You should be a spy or something." He told her.
"What? Why?" She asked him, confused.
"Because you lost her! She doesn't know where we are!" He said, opening the stall door, the bell ringing.
"Well, we just had to... Yeah, I guess so." She shrugged, and they walked to their next class, which they both had together.
Crash sat down next to Tre, in the back of the class, just as the tardy bell rang. She grabbed his hand as the teacher that had seen them walked in. The teacher surveyed the class, her eyes scanning across each and every students face, and then shrugged. She started that days lesson, and Crash lessoned her death grip on Tre's hand.
He pulled her hair towards him, smelling it.
"I like your hair." He told her, pulling her into his lap.
"Yeah?" She asked, a small smile forming on her lips.
"Yeah. It smells really good. Like... Fruit. Not the cheesy kind though. Citrus." He said.
"Yeah? I like your hair too." She turned around so she faced him, still sitting on his lap, and tugged on his hair.
"It's so... Green." She giggled, pulling him closer by his hair, covering his lips with hers.
"Hey! Guess what?" Tre said as soon as Crash opened her door, after hearing frantic knocking.
"What?" She asked, taking his offered hand as he led her outside.
"Look!" He said, pointing to a dirty motorcycle.
"Yeah? That's... Cool Tre." She said. Walking around it, checking it out.
"Yeah! I made it! From scraps. From that junkyard, ya know?" He told her, a proud look on his face.
"Very cool. Start her up!" She said, and he did.
She made a face.
"Do you... No, I do. Be right back!" She turned around, running back into the house, emerging minutes later with a red toolbox.
"What... What is that for?" He asked her, as she set it down, opening it.
"I'm just going to... Trust me Tre." She told him looking for something in her toolbox.
"I trust you completely." He said, backing away from the bike.
She stood up, wiping her forehead, smearing grease across her forehead.
"There. Start her up now." She grinned as her turned the bike on, his eyes widening.
"Holy... Crap balls." He said, turning to look at her.
"Thank you, thank you." He bowed a couple times, and he clapped.
"Now you have to take me for a ride." She told him, but running inside for a jacket.
She emerged from her house, jumping on the back of the bike, and they rode off. She felt the salty wind flowing through her hair as she rested her head on Tre's shoulder.
"Cool, huh?" He said, grinning.
"Very cool."
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