Lather, Rinse, Repeat; a Tre Cool Fan Fiction, chapter 2
I woke up at around 9:30 in a fog that morning with my head smarting evily. In instinct my hand reached up and touched the lump on my forhead, I whimpered slightly from the pain, causing the body next to me to stir. I pulled out of Tre's arms and walked nervously and quietly to the bathroom.
A shriek escaped my mouth as I caught a glimpse of the cut surrounded by a blackish blue mound on my forehead. I heard Tre mumble and walk towards me, covering wound gingerly with my hand I gave him a good morning acknowledgment and rushed back to my bed room before anyone noticed what happened.
I mean. We didn't do anything but it would still seem suspicious, no?
I made it to my room, but as I opened the door I came to meet Mike, sitting cross legged on my bed. "Katie, I know you can do better" he smirked. I only didn't wack him just then because of my forehead. I rushed over to him and pointed at it "Jesus Christ! We better find you a doctor!" the happiness of catching me up to no good drained from his face as we walked together to Billie's room.
Mike didn't even knock, which was unlike him (more like a Tre thing to do). Billie Joe groggily rolled over and told Tre to go away, who obviously wasn't there. "It's not Tre you schmuck, get your ass over here and look at what we did to your sister!" I rolled my eyes (with effort, I wasn't shitting them IT HURT LIKE A BITCH! ) and said "It's not that bad Mike, I don't need a doctor, and FYI, Tre and I-" I got cut off by my brother, "superman", who rushed me out of the suite and down to the lobby. He rushed toward the front desk and said "We need to know where a fucking hospital is!" The man looked at us in confusion "Fucking hospital?" (He obviously didn't speak english very well... I stepped in front of Billie "I need to go to a clinic." I said slowly, gesturing towards my bruised face. His eyes went wide and he called over the manager, a nice clean woman, "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" I smile, she could speak english!
"I need to know where a hospital is" My brother said impatientally. The manager smiled and gave us directions, and what to say to the driver. We filed out of the main doors in a rush. While Billie and I were asking for directions, Mike was calling Tre who soon followed. Once in the car Adrienne (My favorite... ) asked "Oh sweety are you okay?" suddenly her medusa exterior melted away, she was finally acting likea big sister (let's hope this act lasts). "I'm okay, just had a fight with the coffee table last night during the movie." She smile at me and returned to Billie Joe lonely arm, which instantaneously wrapped back around her shoulders.
"Mike, thanks." I smiled before exited the car and following Billie Joe and Tre. We made it to the hospital (San Maria's) and the receptionist nurse person (yeah, I'm educated... ) sent to the waiting room... Joy.
Well, we had about a million people in front of us waiting for the doctor so we waited, and waited, and waited... I don't know how long, I soon feel asleep. When I awoke I was in a hospital bed with Tre beside me. "You've been asleep for quite sometime, Billie Joe had to go with Adrienne someplace, iunno, and uh Mike went with them" "Mmm thanks fer stayin with me dude." I mumbled.
Once I was alert of what was going on (pretty much just regaining full consiousness) I asked Tre what had happened. "Well kid, we didn't know that we shouldn't have let you fall asleep, and the doctors, fuckin yuppies, insisted on bringing you in to a room of your own so they could 'observe' you or some shit like that... Anyway I wanted to know if you were OK." I smiled lightly "You're rambling... And yes, I'm fine" I laughed as I finished my sentence. "Can you get me outta here?" I asked flashing my infamous puppy eyes, the same puppy eyes that got Billie Joe to teach me to play guitar and to use his recording studio in his house to record my bands album. Tre laughed "Yeah, I was just waiting for you to wake the fuck up, I've been here for an hour" I smiled "Sorry, babe" (NOTE: I call everyone babe, so I wasn't blowing my cover... )
Once we got the fuck out of that steril shit hole, we decided (since I was well rested) to take advantage of Tre's day off so we went to see the clubs that Madrid had to offer. We decided on this one called "Midnight Mars" or something like that.
I was excited about clubbing because I was only 22, so it was a pretty big deal for me. The other 22 year olds however were used to clubbing on the account that they were allowed to do so when they were sixteen, although my excitement increased as we got closer to the entrance I hid it as best as I could.
As Supermodel Robots blasted through the speakers, Tre and I first danced together, until we started grinding. I moved my body to the fairly quick pace of the song, gasps of hair escaped his lips as the moment got more and more intense. After about a half hour of dancing we went to the bar and took a few shots of Jeiggermeister (not the smartest idea but hey, it is the best... ). After we were both piss ass drunk we decided to go back to the hotel.
At the hotel we rushed to Tre's room and he pulled out a joint "Wanna share?" he giggled "YES! How did you know?" I asked joking as if I had just gotten a rather expensive gift from him. He lit up and let me take is first. Mid way through our session I started giggling madly "You know something... I have the biggest crush on yyouuu Tree Coooool" I drew out my words, as I spoke I patted his shoulder and laughed loudly. Tre laughed "You have the nicest HooHaa's everrrr" He giggled back. Before we knew it I pounced on him (I didnt take the heavy alcohol and the pot too well) and we started to go at it.
The door squeaked open and in walked Mike, once he got a peak at us he quickly left.
A shriek escaped my mouth as I caught a glimpse of the cut surrounded by a blackish blue mound on my forehead. I heard Tre mumble and walk towards me, covering wound gingerly with my hand I gave him a good morning acknowledgment and rushed back to my bed room before anyone noticed what happened.
I mean. We didn't do anything but it would still seem suspicious, no?
I made it to my room, but as I opened the door I came to meet Mike, sitting cross legged on my bed. "Katie, I know you can do better" he smirked. I only didn't wack him just then because of my forehead. I rushed over to him and pointed at it "Jesus Christ! We better find you a doctor!" the happiness of catching me up to no good drained from his face as we walked together to Billie's room.
Mike didn't even knock, which was unlike him (more like a Tre thing to do). Billie Joe groggily rolled over and told Tre to go away, who obviously wasn't there. "It's not Tre you schmuck, get your ass over here and look at what we did to your sister!" I rolled my eyes (with effort, I wasn't shitting them IT HURT LIKE A BITCH! ) and said "It's not that bad Mike, I don't need a doctor, and FYI, Tre and I-" I got cut off by my brother, "superman", who rushed me out of the suite and down to the lobby. He rushed toward the front desk and said "We need to know where a fucking hospital is!" The man looked at us in confusion "Fucking hospital?" (He obviously didn't speak english very well... I stepped in front of Billie "I need to go to a clinic." I said slowly, gesturing towards my bruised face. His eyes went wide and he called over the manager, a nice clean woman, "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" I smile, she could speak english!
"I need to know where a hospital is" My brother said impatientally. The manager smiled and gave us directions, and what to say to the driver. We filed out of the main doors in a rush. While Billie and I were asking for directions, Mike was calling Tre who soon followed. Once in the car Adrienne (My favorite... ) asked "Oh sweety are you okay?" suddenly her medusa exterior melted away, she was finally acting likea big sister (let's hope this act lasts). "I'm okay, just had a fight with the coffee table last night during the movie." She smile at me and returned to Billie Joe lonely arm, which instantaneously wrapped back around her shoulders.
"Mike, thanks." I smiled before exited the car and following Billie Joe and Tre. We made it to the hospital (San Maria's) and the receptionist nurse person (yeah, I'm educated... ) sent to the waiting room... Joy.
Well, we had about a million people in front of us waiting for the doctor so we waited, and waited, and waited... I don't know how long, I soon feel asleep. When I awoke I was in a hospital bed with Tre beside me. "You've been asleep for quite sometime, Billie Joe had to go with Adrienne someplace, iunno, and uh Mike went with them" "Mmm thanks fer stayin with me dude." I mumbled.
Once I was alert of what was going on (pretty much just regaining full consiousness) I asked Tre what had happened. "Well kid, we didn't know that we shouldn't have let you fall asleep, and the doctors, fuckin yuppies, insisted on bringing you in to a room of your own so they could 'observe' you or some shit like that... Anyway I wanted to know if you were OK." I smiled lightly "You're rambling... And yes, I'm fine" I laughed as I finished my sentence. "Can you get me outta here?" I asked flashing my infamous puppy eyes, the same puppy eyes that got Billie Joe to teach me to play guitar and to use his recording studio in his house to record my bands album. Tre laughed "Yeah, I was just waiting for you to wake the fuck up, I've been here for an hour" I smiled "Sorry, babe" (NOTE: I call everyone babe, so I wasn't blowing my cover... )
Once we got the fuck out of that steril shit hole, we decided (since I was well rested) to take advantage of Tre's day off so we went to see the clubs that Madrid had to offer. We decided on this one called "Midnight Mars" or something like that.
I was excited about clubbing because I was only 22, so it was a pretty big deal for me. The other 22 year olds however were used to clubbing on the account that they were allowed to do so when they were sixteen, although my excitement increased as we got closer to the entrance I hid it as best as I could.
As Supermodel Robots blasted through the speakers, Tre and I first danced together, until we started grinding. I moved my body to the fairly quick pace of the song, gasps of hair escaped his lips as the moment got more and more intense. After about a half hour of dancing we went to the bar and took a few shots of Jeiggermeister (not the smartest idea but hey, it is the best... ). After we were both piss ass drunk we decided to go back to the hotel.
At the hotel we rushed to Tre's room and he pulled out a joint "Wanna share?" he giggled "YES! How did you know?" I asked joking as if I had just gotten a rather expensive gift from him. He lit up and let me take is first. Mid way through our session I started giggling madly "You know something... I have the biggest crush on yyouuu Tree Coooool" I drew out my words, as I spoke I patted his shoulder and laughed loudly. Tre laughed "You have the nicest HooHaa's everrrr" He giggled back. Before we knew it I pounced on him (I didnt take the heavy alcohol and the pot too well) and we started to go at it.
The door squeaked open and in walked Mike, once he got a peak at us he quickly left.
