Lather, Rinse, Repeat; a Tre Cool Fan Fiction, chapter 3
After our...session... I lay exhausted next to Tre, who was grinning madly. "Tre, stop smiling, this isn't exactly a good thing." I said uncertainly, my mind finally clear of the chronic's grasp. He looked at me and furrowed his brow "Whaddya mean babe? You were great". I smacked his upper arm (God, then his muscle flexed, I wanted to pounce on him again...). "Tre, I'm gonna fall for you and then what is Billie going to say?" Tre thought for a moment "...Hmmmm, Well technically, we aren't a couple, so he doesn't even have to know, we are just," He paused, A lump rose in my throat as he said the next words, "Simply we are...friends with benefits." His finishing statement hit me like running into a brick wall. I removed the arm that was wrapped around my shoulders and slipped a t-shirt over my exposed body. I walked out, slamming the door behind me.
I was not a whore, and I was certainly not going to act as one, I know it seems that this reaction was bitchy, but hey... the way he said it just made me so angry. The shower felt good on my tense shoulders and sore forehead, but it did not clean the dirty, guilty feeling that hung around me like a veil made of lead. I washed away all of the physical evidence of the day's antics. When the shower door opened the steam filled the room, I stepped on to the cold tile floor and walked over to the phone. I dialed my best friend, Ava's, number (fuck long distance, I needed this). We talked for hours and then arranged that she could fly out for two or three weeks, and tour with us. She would meet us three days later in France.
I decided that I was going to hang out in the lounge during the show as my brother sang his heart out to the loyal fans. When the guys started up Pop rocks and Coke, I lost it. The tears that hung behind my eyes started to flow free and dripped on to the green velvet couch I was sitting on. Adrienne then walked into the room. "Aww, Katie, I knew something was wrong, you never miss a concert" I shook my head she looked me in the eyes and firmly said "I want you to talk to me Kate. You can't hide your feelings like this, its not good for you." After that her sudden change of attitude (or my combination of minor concussed state of mind and the slight hangover) I let it all out.
After talking to her most of the weight bearing down on my shoulder lifted and I felt I could breath again. "You promise you won't tell Billie Joe?" I asked flashing the puppy-eyes. Adrienne smiled weakly and shook her head before hugging me one more time and leaving the room.
The boys finished the show with Wake Me Up When September Ends; we rushed back to the hotel, and let the guys get ready. We decided to go for a quick bite before we hit the road off to France.
At the restaurant I sat close to Mike (I told him the story just before we left...I'm not a blabber mouth, but these Green Day guys know how to squeeze the truth outta you!) and across from Tre, Billie Joe, and Adi. Tre kept looking at me with apologetic eyes, which I tried my best to avoid. Mike kept shooting wary glances at Tre, as if to back off. Adi kept cool and Billie was oblivious to the whole situation. "How's your head babe?" He asked me "Eh, better, Bill, thanks. Great show by the way" I smiled at the way my brother always seemed to lookout for me. I picked at my food in silence "Katie are you alright?" Billie asked nervously I smiled "Yeah I'm just being my usual moody self" I said jokingly, tucking my bright purple hair behind my ears (the hair dye fetish seemed to run in the family... ). I didn't finish my lasagna, which wasn't a surprise; I was known to have a small appetite...
Once we were finished we all filed out into a prepaid tour bus and went on our way. You could cut the tension between Tre and me with a knife. We kept looking at each other when we thought the other one wasn't looking. Finally he down his book "Katie talk to me!" he said loudly, making us all look at him strangely. I got up calmly and followed him to the back of the bus. He tried to hug me, I pulled away "What the fuck if your problem" He whispered angrily "I have a little problem with being your fucking mistress, Tre, I thought there was more to our relationship that that!" I snapped back, "What do you mean?! We fucked once! That doesn't mean anything!" My hand went to my mouth, wow, he just crossed the line... I looked at him in shock and disappointment. "Katie, I didn't mean it..." he said, obviously in just as much shock as I was. He tried to put a hand on my shoulder but i shrugged it off...How could he do that to me? I've done so much for him, every time Billie Joe and him had a fight I always solved it, every time they felt down and thought they weren't to go anywhere, KATIE always booked another show for them and encouraged them to keep going. I UH!
I walked back to where I was sitting in amazement...what he said hit me in the face, hard..."Katie! Katie please! I didn't mean it I'm Sorry!" I heard Tre call after me, but i felt dead, I needed to be alone. I sat back down and sighed. Suddenly i felt like throwing up. "Stop the bus!" I gasped Billie heard me and said the word, the bus slowed to a halt. I threw open the doors and I emptied my stomach (LITERALLY, god i was fucked).
The few days before Ava's arrival blew by, I started watching the concerts again, and I gave Tre a nod sometimes. I took a cab to pick up Ava, God, was I stoked! She came off the plane with crumpled jeans and a green nirvana tshirt, with numerous bags in her hands. I rushed towards her and she dropeed her stuff. I pulled her into a hug "God i missed you dude, everything has been so fucked up around here." She looked at me up and down "...Have you gained weight?" She asked concerned (We always told each other the truth, and we never took it personally, Neither of us took giving compliments for granted.) "What do you mean? I don't think I look different?" I answered questioningly. "Oh nevermind, but it is so great to see you, Kate!" We laughed as we switched stories about how the bassist and lead guitarist (Greg and Seth) used to do really dumb stunts.
When we got to the hotel, the comment about my gaining weight started to bother me. I checked my date book and my worst fear came true... I was late...10 whole days...I'm never late.
I was not a whore, and I was certainly not going to act as one, I know it seems that this reaction was bitchy, but hey... the way he said it just made me so angry. The shower felt good on my tense shoulders and sore forehead, but it did not clean the dirty, guilty feeling that hung around me like a veil made of lead. I washed away all of the physical evidence of the day's antics. When the shower door opened the steam filled the room, I stepped on to the cold tile floor and walked over to the phone. I dialed my best friend, Ava's, number (fuck long distance, I needed this). We talked for hours and then arranged that she could fly out for two or three weeks, and tour with us. She would meet us three days later in France.
I decided that I was going to hang out in the lounge during the show as my brother sang his heart out to the loyal fans. When the guys started up Pop rocks and Coke, I lost it. The tears that hung behind my eyes started to flow free and dripped on to the green velvet couch I was sitting on. Adrienne then walked into the room. "Aww, Katie, I knew something was wrong, you never miss a concert" I shook my head she looked me in the eyes and firmly said "I want you to talk to me Kate. You can't hide your feelings like this, its not good for you." After that her sudden change of attitude (or my combination of minor concussed state of mind and the slight hangover) I let it all out.
After talking to her most of the weight bearing down on my shoulder lifted and I felt I could breath again. "You promise you won't tell Billie Joe?" I asked flashing the puppy-eyes. Adrienne smiled weakly and shook her head before hugging me one more time and leaving the room.
The boys finished the show with Wake Me Up When September Ends; we rushed back to the hotel, and let the guys get ready. We decided to go for a quick bite before we hit the road off to France.
At the restaurant I sat close to Mike (I told him the story just before we left...I'm not a blabber mouth, but these Green Day guys know how to squeeze the truth outta you!) and across from Tre, Billie Joe, and Adi. Tre kept looking at me with apologetic eyes, which I tried my best to avoid. Mike kept shooting wary glances at Tre, as if to back off. Adi kept cool and Billie was oblivious to the whole situation. "How's your head babe?" He asked me "Eh, better, Bill, thanks. Great show by the way" I smiled at the way my brother always seemed to lookout for me. I picked at my food in silence "Katie are you alright?" Billie asked nervously I smiled "Yeah I'm just being my usual moody self" I said jokingly, tucking my bright purple hair behind my ears (the hair dye fetish seemed to run in the family... ). I didn't finish my lasagna, which wasn't a surprise; I was known to have a small appetite...
Once we were finished we all filed out into a prepaid tour bus and went on our way. You could cut the tension between Tre and me with a knife. We kept looking at each other when we thought the other one wasn't looking. Finally he down his book "Katie talk to me!" he said loudly, making us all look at him strangely. I got up calmly and followed him to the back of the bus. He tried to hug me, I pulled away "What the fuck if your problem" He whispered angrily "I have a little problem with being your fucking mistress, Tre, I thought there was more to our relationship that that!" I snapped back, "What do you mean?! We fucked once! That doesn't mean anything!" My hand went to my mouth, wow, he just crossed the line... I looked at him in shock and disappointment. "Katie, I didn't mean it..." he said, obviously in just as much shock as I was. He tried to put a hand on my shoulder but i shrugged it off...How could he do that to me? I've done so much for him, every time Billie Joe and him had a fight I always solved it, every time they felt down and thought they weren't to go anywhere, KATIE always booked another show for them and encouraged them to keep going. I UH!
I walked back to where I was sitting in amazement...what he said hit me in the face, hard..."Katie! Katie please! I didn't mean it I'm Sorry!" I heard Tre call after me, but i felt dead, I needed to be alone. I sat back down and sighed. Suddenly i felt like throwing up. "Stop the bus!" I gasped Billie heard me and said the word, the bus slowed to a halt. I threw open the doors and I emptied my stomach (LITERALLY, god i was fucked).
The few days before Ava's arrival blew by, I started watching the concerts again, and I gave Tre a nod sometimes. I took a cab to pick up Ava, God, was I stoked! She came off the plane with crumpled jeans and a green nirvana tshirt, with numerous bags in her hands. I rushed towards her and she dropeed her stuff. I pulled her into a hug "God i missed you dude, everything has been so fucked up around here." She looked at me up and down "...Have you gained weight?" She asked concerned (We always told each other the truth, and we never took it personally, Neither of us took giving compliments for granted.) "What do you mean? I don't think I look different?" I answered questioningly. "Oh nevermind, but it is so great to see you, Kate!" We laughed as we switched stories about how the bassist and lead guitarist (Greg and Seth) used to do really dumb stunts.
When we got to the hotel, the comment about my gaining weight started to bother me. I checked my date book and my worst fear came true... I was late...10 whole days...I'm never late.
