"I've Done Twins", chapter 27
Leah had Mike lying next to her, asleep, in her bed. It was a small bed so Leah pressed up close to him. Billie was snoring quietly and Courtney's eye make up looked smudged. Leah hated hospitals so she put her head against Mike's chest and breathed in his smell to relax.
Ah, Mikey smell, she thought, grinning. Thank God for the Mikey smell.
"Lee?" Mike mumbled. "What are you still doing awake? You need rest."
"Mike, I slept for about four hours today."
"So?" he grinned. "You need rest. Or... um... or else you'll die."
Leah giggled at the deadpan expression on his face.
"Honestly, I'm not tired. I actually wanna go for a run."
"Well, you can't, fitness freak. You're a prisoner of the hospital, for now."
"I'm a political prisoner."
"How's it feel being captive, Miss Prescott?" joked Dr. Gilbert upon entering the room.
"Throw me in a Mental Home, now, Doc. I hate it," she snapped.
"Understandable," he mumbled, writing down some stats on his clipboard.
"When can she go home?" Mike asked.
"Tomorrow. But she will need to come back..." Dr. Gilbert sighed. "Just for an
ultra sound and... some other tests."
"Great," mumbled Leah, "they think I've got HIV now."
"You could," teased Mike. He went pale, "No sex until that's cleared up, kay?"
She giggled, "Ooh, that'll be harder for you, trust me."
Dr. Gilbert cleared his throat. "Anyway, Miss Prescott, you can leave tomorrow. You're doing fine now."
"Thank you, doctor," she smiled.
Dr. Gilbert left and Leah growled at Mike.
"No! I'm not having sex with you! You've got cooties!"
"That hasn't been determined yet, Mikey... you sexy thing."
Mike kissed her cheek. "Get off me, Little Miss Cootie Factory."
"Gee, you're nice," she grumbled. "These, of all times, you decide not to be horny. I love your timing, Mike. Honestly. I do."
"Fuck, sugar coat the sarcasm, Leah."
Tre threw his bouncy ball at the wall, continuously.
"I feel like hitting the town," sighed Hayley. "Jason, would you allow me to take you to a night club? For old times sake."
"Certainly!" Jason jumped up and poked his tongue out at Tre.
"You're a bastard, Jason White. We're getting another divorce."
"I get the TV," Jason grinned as he followed Hayley to go get ready.
"Fine! I get the fridge!"
"Fine, I get whatever's IN the fridge."
"That's cool," grinned Tre, "cause there's rarely anything in there."
"Damn."
Fifteen minutes later, after they left. Tre sat, bored, on the couch in nothing but his boxers. Considering hardly anyone else was home, Tre felt completely comfortable to sit back and show off some flesh. Jess jumped onto the couch with her pajamas on and a tub of ice cream. Tre stared at the ice cream, then at Jess. Then back at the ice cream.
"I love you more then God himself," Tre gasped. "You are... a Goddess."
"Ah, yes. I know, I know," Jess boasted, she opened the choc chip ice cream.
She handed Tre a spoon and flicked on a DVD.
"I love it when Hayley goes out," she grinned.
"Where'd you get the ice cream?" asked Tre with a mouth full of it.
"I hid it in the freezer in the laundry. Strangely enough."
Tre wiped the ice cream from around his mouth and kissed Jess.
"You're a smarty pants, you know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know," she chuckled. "Don't tell anyone I hid this. They'll kill me. I saved it just for you."
"Aww, am I that special?"
"Well, I saved it for me, too," she replied jokingly. "Shh! I'm trying to watch this movie!"
Tre watched the movie, cuddled up with his beloved one.... the ice cream. Oh, and
Jess.
They watched Happy Gilmore, which Tre was happy about, considering he loved golf.
But took offence when Happy said, "Golf requires goofy pants and a fat ass."
Jess looked at Tre and cracked up laughing.
"I don't have a fat ass," Tre mumbled, "do I?"
"Honey, I love your fat ass," she giggled insanely.
"I DO NOT HAVE A FAT ASS!"
"Yes you fucking do," Jess laughed hysterically.
"Well... if I have a fat ass, then so do you!"
"You know I don't," snapped Jess. "You're the only one with a fat ass in this house."
"I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING FAT ASS!"
After the movie, Jess threw the empty ice cream container away and switched the TV off.
"I'm not really tired. So... what do you think we should do?"
Tre grinned and winked suggestively, "I wouldn't ask me, if I were you."
Jess crawled up with him again and smiled.
"Tre Cool, are suggesting that we..."
"Of course I am!" laughed Tre, cutting her off, "You're talking to Tre Cool here, girly. What did you expect?"
"Uh... intimacy?" she joked.
"Well... we'll become more then fuckin' intimate now," he grinned, lowering her onto the couch and kissing her neck. Jess looked over Tre's shoulder at his ass and giggled again.
"God, your fat ass is sexy, Tre." She slid her hand down his bare back and patted his ass.
"Gee, thanks," he mumbled.
"Give me land, lots of land, and the sunny sky above... doooon't feeeence me iiiin...." sang Leah.
"Oh for cryin' out loud!" shouted a disgruntled Courtney. "Leah! Shut the fuck up!"
"Home... a home on the range..." she sang a little softer.
"Leah, shut your mouth!" snapped Billie.
"The green, green grass... Of hooooome...!"
Mike covered her mouth and slapped her arm.
Leah glared at them all.
"This sucks. You're all boring. Why couldn't Tre or Jason come?"
Courtney groaned. "Wanna go grab a coffee, Bill?"
"This late?" he asked. "Nothing would be open!"
"The hospital café would be, come on. My shout."
"Ooh! In that case, I'll come too!" Mike said.
"Wh... wh... what about me?" Leah whimpered. "You can't leave me in this room alone. It's boring. And dark. I'll get scared... and it smells like a hospital in here."
"Oh! Then that would probably explain why we're IN a hospital then, wouldn't it, Lee?" teased Billie.
Leah poked her tongue out at him.
"Smells like an old person," grunted Mike.
"Well, can you at least bring me back something to eat? I haven't eaten all day."
"Nah, we've put you on a crash diet," Courtney joked.
"Why are you guys being so mean to me?! I'm in HOSPITAL!"
"Think we care?" said Mike.
"Get the hell outta my room! And bring me back a coffee and a doughnut!"
Tre ran his hand up and down Jess's back. She was lying on his stomach and had her
head to the side.
"This is like being on a surf board... that's upside down."
"Uh... why?" asked Tre, looking at her weirdly.
"Because, I rise and sink when you breathe. It's like a wave. And when a surfboard's
upside down... you have a fin wanted to come between your legs..."
He burst out laughing. The relevance was so true. Jess giggled.
"Surfing's good," Tre said, "it's fun."
"And so was what we just did," she grinned, kissing his chest.
"I know, I know I'm great," he joked.
"Ah, so modest."
"Well... I say we go again," Tre sighed.
"Oh really?" she laughed. "And you just decide that whenever you're ready, I am?"
"I thought that's how it worked in the animal kingdom," he chuckled. Jess got off him.
"We're not exactly animals, though."
"Oh haha, we can change that," Tre grinned, rolling on top of her.
The Next Morning...
Leah rolled over in her hospital bed and saw Courtney lying next to her. And Billie
sitting on Mike's lap with his head leaned back on Mike's shoulder asleep.
"Slashy... and..." She faced her sister, "Scary."
"Oh, shut up Leah. And hurry up and get ready to leave."
"I need you to get some clothes from home, for me," Leah said. "My other clothes are ripped."
"YOU WERE WEARING MY SHIRT, THOUGH!"
"Oh yeah," chuckled Leah in amusement. "Lucky it wasn't one of MY good shirts they ripped."
"Bitch," mumbled Courtney.
"Heard that," smiled Leah.
"Whatever. I'll go pick up your clothes."
On the drive to get Leah's clothes, Courtney had to stop at the lights. She saw a gang of men holding a ripped piece of clothing. That looked exactly like her shirt. Courtney
gasped. One of the men spotted her. She locked the doors and turned the radio off.
"Shit!" she whispered. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
They tapped on her window. Courtney prayed the light would go green. It didn't.
She was breathing heavily and her hands shook on the steering wheel.
"Wind the window down!" one guy shouted. Courtney shook her head. The leader of the group gave her a look that said she should... or else she'd be sorry.
Courtney's phone buzzed on the passenger side. She looked over at it and quickly grabbed it.
"Hello?" she said nervously.
"Hey, babe. It's Billie. Are you nearly ready? We've gotta get outta here."
"Billie, the guys who raped Leah are outside my car," she whispered, "and I'm stuck in traffic. They won't leave."
"WHAT?!" he shouted, "Where are you?! Is the car locked?! Don't let them near you, Courtney, honey. Please! I couldn't stand watching you in Leah's position."
Thankfully, the light went green and Courtney sped through, leaving the gang behind.
"It's ok. They've gone."
He sighed with relief. "Are you alright?"
"Fine," she replied, "I'm driving. I've gotta go. I'll be there in a second. Kay?"
"Ok... I love you."
"I love you, too. I've gotta go. See ya, babe."
"Bye."
Courtney loosened up in her seat.
"God... why me? Why me?"
Jason woke up with a killer headache in his bed. Next to Hayley. He still had his pants on but his shirt was thrown on the ground.
He stumbled into the kitchen, holding his head, where he saw Jess. Who looked like
she was glowing with happiness... and wearing Tre's shirt.
"Why are you so gross looking today?" she asked.
"Why are you wearing Tre's shirt?" he asked her suspiciously.
"Don't ask, don't tell," grinned Jess.
Tre walked into the kitchen, also shirtless and grinned at Jason.
"Ooh! This is nice," she joked. "Two shirtless men. This is definitely nice."
"Eyes on me, Jessica Greenwood," Tre warned jokingly, kissing her neck and across her shoulder.
"Please." Jason grabbed the bottle of orange juice Jess was holding, "Get a room."
"This is a room, you just happen to be in it," Tre mumbled between kisses.
"God damn it Tre. I hate it when you get laid. You're too lovey."
"You never seemed to mind," he teased.
"That's because all the attention was on me," he smiled.
"How did you know he got laid?" asked Jess.
"Obvious," Jason answered.
"Yeah, I got laid! High five!" Tre cheered, slapping Jason a high five.
"Where's Hayley?" Tre asked.
"Oh, you won't see her for a while. When she's hung over..."
"Hm," mumbled Jason, "trust me. She will be."
"Why's that?" Jess smiled.
"Ever heard of a Tequila Mockingbird?"
"No," replied Jess.
"I have," shuddered Tre. "Worst mistake of my life."
"It's three shots of tequila with a feather in it."
"Ouch," Jess giggled, "hard."
"I had about thirty of those," Jason looked deathly pale, "and it's kicking me in the ass for it now."
"I'll bet, you sorry bastard." Tre snatched the orange juice back and skolled the rest of it.
Jess was pressed against Tre; she ran her fingers down his chest. Tilting her head back, she smiled at him. Tre kissed her lips softly, then Jess walked away to wake up Hayley.
"God," Tre mumbled, "she's great!"
Jason's eyes flickered to the roof in sarcasm. But he smiled for Tre's sake.
"Uh... have you talked about... Ramona and Frankito... with her?"
"No," Tre said. "I mean... it's serious. But I don't know how to... like, talk about it."
"Yeah," Jason mumbled, "must be hard. I don't envy you. At all. Ever. I actually don't care either. Suck shit. That's what you get for having kids."
"Oh, you're so hostile, Jase, geez!"
"Am not," he protested, "I'm just saying, sucked in!"
Ah, Mikey smell, she thought, grinning. Thank God for the Mikey smell.
"Lee?" Mike mumbled. "What are you still doing awake? You need rest."
"Mike, I slept for about four hours today."
"So?" he grinned. "You need rest. Or... um... or else you'll die."
Leah giggled at the deadpan expression on his face.
"Honestly, I'm not tired. I actually wanna go for a run."
"Well, you can't, fitness freak. You're a prisoner of the hospital, for now."
"I'm a political prisoner."
"How's it feel being captive, Miss Prescott?" joked Dr. Gilbert upon entering the room.
"Throw me in a Mental Home, now, Doc. I hate it," she snapped.
"Understandable," he mumbled, writing down some stats on his clipboard.
"When can she go home?" Mike asked.
"Tomorrow. But she will need to come back..." Dr. Gilbert sighed. "Just for an
ultra sound and... some other tests."
"Great," mumbled Leah, "they think I've got HIV now."
"You could," teased Mike. He went pale, "No sex until that's cleared up, kay?"
She giggled, "Ooh, that'll be harder for you, trust me."
Dr. Gilbert cleared his throat. "Anyway, Miss Prescott, you can leave tomorrow. You're doing fine now."
"Thank you, doctor," she smiled.
Dr. Gilbert left and Leah growled at Mike.
"No! I'm not having sex with you! You've got cooties!"
"That hasn't been determined yet, Mikey... you sexy thing."
Mike kissed her cheek. "Get off me, Little Miss Cootie Factory."
"Gee, you're nice," she grumbled. "These, of all times, you decide not to be horny. I love your timing, Mike. Honestly. I do."
"Fuck, sugar coat the sarcasm, Leah."
Tre threw his bouncy ball at the wall, continuously.
"I feel like hitting the town," sighed Hayley. "Jason, would you allow me to take you to a night club? For old times sake."
"Certainly!" Jason jumped up and poked his tongue out at Tre.
"You're a bastard, Jason White. We're getting another divorce."
"I get the TV," Jason grinned as he followed Hayley to go get ready.
"Fine! I get the fridge!"
"Fine, I get whatever's IN the fridge."
"That's cool," grinned Tre, "cause there's rarely anything in there."
"Damn."
Fifteen minutes later, after they left. Tre sat, bored, on the couch in nothing but his boxers. Considering hardly anyone else was home, Tre felt completely comfortable to sit back and show off some flesh. Jess jumped onto the couch with her pajamas on and a tub of ice cream. Tre stared at the ice cream, then at Jess. Then back at the ice cream.
"I love you more then God himself," Tre gasped. "You are... a Goddess."
"Ah, yes. I know, I know," Jess boasted, she opened the choc chip ice cream.
She handed Tre a spoon and flicked on a DVD.
"I love it when Hayley goes out," she grinned.
"Where'd you get the ice cream?" asked Tre with a mouth full of it.
"I hid it in the freezer in the laundry. Strangely enough."
Tre wiped the ice cream from around his mouth and kissed Jess.
"You're a smarty pants, you know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know," she chuckled. "Don't tell anyone I hid this. They'll kill me. I saved it just for you."
"Aww, am I that special?"
"Well, I saved it for me, too," she replied jokingly. "Shh! I'm trying to watch this movie!"
Tre watched the movie, cuddled up with his beloved one.... the ice cream. Oh, and
Jess.
They watched Happy Gilmore, which Tre was happy about, considering he loved golf.
But took offence when Happy said, "Golf requires goofy pants and a fat ass."
Jess looked at Tre and cracked up laughing.
"I don't have a fat ass," Tre mumbled, "do I?"
"Honey, I love your fat ass," she giggled insanely.
"I DO NOT HAVE A FAT ASS!"
"Yes you fucking do," Jess laughed hysterically.
"Well... if I have a fat ass, then so do you!"
"You know I don't," snapped Jess. "You're the only one with a fat ass in this house."
"I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING FAT ASS!"
After the movie, Jess threw the empty ice cream container away and switched the TV off.
"I'm not really tired. So... what do you think we should do?"
Tre grinned and winked suggestively, "I wouldn't ask me, if I were you."
Jess crawled up with him again and smiled.
"Tre Cool, are suggesting that we..."
"Of course I am!" laughed Tre, cutting her off, "You're talking to Tre Cool here, girly. What did you expect?"
"Uh... intimacy?" she joked.
"Well... we'll become more then fuckin' intimate now," he grinned, lowering her onto the couch and kissing her neck. Jess looked over Tre's shoulder at his ass and giggled again.
"God, your fat ass is sexy, Tre." She slid her hand down his bare back and patted his ass.
"Gee, thanks," he mumbled.
"Give me land, lots of land, and the sunny sky above... doooon't feeeence me iiiin...." sang Leah.
"Oh for cryin' out loud!" shouted a disgruntled Courtney. "Leah! Shut the fuck up!"
"Home... a home on the range..." she sang a little softer.
"Leah, shut your mouth!" snapped Billie.
"The green, green grass... Of hooooome...!"
Mike covered her mouth and slapped her arm.
Leah glared at them all.
"This sucks. You're all boring. Why couldn't Tre or Jason come?"
Courtney groaned. "Wanna go grab a coffee, Bill?"
"This late?" he asked. "Nothing would be open!"
"The hospital café would be, come on. My shout."
"Ooh! In that case, I'll come too!" Mike said.
"Wh... wh... what about me?" Leah whimpered. "You can't leave me in this room alone. It's boring. And dark. I'll get scared... and it smells like a hospital in here."
"Oh! Then that would probably explain why we're IN a hospital then, wouldn't it, Lee?" teased Billie.
Leah poked her tongue out at him.
"Smells like an old person," grunted Mike.
"Well, can you at least bring me back something to eat? I haven't eaten all day."
"Nah, we've put you on a crash diet," Courtney joked.
"Why are you guys being so mean to me?! I'm in HOSPITAL!"
"Think we care?" said Mike.
"Get the hell outta my room! And bring me back a coffee and a doughnut!"
Tre ran his hand up and down Jess's back. She was lying on his stomach and had her
head to the side.
"This is like being on a surf board... that's upside down."
"Uh... why?" asked Tre, looking at her weirdly.
"Because, I rise and sink when you breathe. It's like a wave. And when a surfboard's
upside down... you have a fin wanted to come between your legs..."
He burst out laughing. The relevance was so true. Jess giggled.
"Surfing's good," Tre said, "it's fun."
"And so was what we just did," she grinned, kissing his chest.
"I know, I know I'm great," he joked.
"Ah, so modest."
"Well... I say we go again," Tre sighed.
"Oh really?" she laughed. "And you just decide that whenever you're ready, I am?"
"I thought that's how it worked in the animal kingdom," he chuckled. Jess got off him.
"We're not exactly animals, though."
"Oh haha, we can change that," Tre grinned, rolling on top of her.
The Next Morning...
Leah rolled over in her hospital bed and saw Courtney lying next to her. And Billie
sitting on Mike's lap with his head leaned back on Mike's shoulder asleep.
"Slashy... and..." She faced her sister, "Scary."
"Oh, shut up Leah. And hurry up and get ready to leave."
"I need you to get some clothes from home, for me," Leah said. "My other clothes are ripped."
"YOU WERE WEARING MY SHIRT, THOUGH!"
"Oh yeah," chuckled Leah in amusement. "Lucky it wasn't one of MY good shirts they ripped."
"Bitch," mumbled Courtney.
"Heard that," smiled Leah.
"Whatever. I'll go pick up your clothes."
On the drive to get Leah's clothes, Courtney had to stop at the lights. She saw a gang of men holding a ripped piece of clothing. That looked exactly like her shirt. Courtney
gasped. One of the men spotted her. She locked the doors and turned the radio off.
"Shit!" she whispered. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
They tapped on her window. Courtney prayed the light would go green. It didn't.
She was breathing heavily and her hands shook on the steering wheel.
"Wind the window down!" one guy shouted. Courtney shook her head. The leader of the group gave her a look that said she should... or else she'd be sorry.
Courtney's phone buzzed on the passenger side. She looked over at it and quickly grabbed it.
"Hello?" she said nervously.
"Hey, babe. It's Billie. Are you nearly ready? We've gotta get outta here."
"Billie, the guys who raped Leah are outside my car," she whispered, "and I'm stuck in traffic. They won't leave."
"WHAT?!" he shouted, "Where are you?! Is the car locked?! Don't let them near you, Courtney, honey. Please! I couldn't stand watching you in Leah's position."
Thankfully, the light went green and Courtney sped through, leaving the gang behind.
"It's ok. They've gone."
He sighed with relief. "Are you alright?"
"Fine," she replied, "I'm driving. I've gotta go. I'll be there in a second. Kay?"
"Ok... I love you."
"I love you, too. I've gotta go. See ya, babe."
"Bye."
Courtney loosened up in her seat.
"God... why me? Why me?"
Jason woke up with a killer headache in his bed. Next to Hayley. He still had his pants on but his shirt was thrown on the ground.
He stumbled into the kitchen, holding his head, where he saw Jess. Who looked like
she was glowing with happiness... and wearing Tre's shirt.
"Why are you so gross looking today?" she asked.
"Why are you wearing Tre's shirt?" he asked her suspiciously.
"Don't ask, don't tell," grinned Jess.
Tre walked into the kitchen, also shirtless and grinned at Jason.
"Ooh! This is nice," she joked. "Two shirtless men. This is definitely nice."
"Eyes on me, Jessica Greenwood," Tre warned jokingly, kissing her neck and across her shoulder.
"Please." Jason grabbed the bottle of orange juice Jess was holding, "Get a room."
"This is a room, you just happen to be in it," Tre mumbled between kisses.
"God damn it Tre. I hate it when you get laid. You're too lovey."
"You never seemed to mind," he teased.
"That's because all the attention was on me," he smiled.
"How did you know he got laid?" asked Jess.
"Obvious," Jason answered.
"Yeah, I got laid! High five!" Tre cheered, slapping Jason a high five.
"Where's Hayley?" Tre asked.
"Oh, you won't see her for a while. When she's hung over..."
"Hm," mumbled Jason, "trust me. She will be."
"Why's that?" Jess smiled.
"Ever heard of a Tequila Mockingbird?"
"No," replied Jess.
"I have," shuddered Tre. "Worst mistake of my life."
"It's three shots of tequila with a feather in it."
"Ouch," Jess giggled, "hard."
"I had about thirty of those," Jason looked deathly pale, "and it's kicking me in the ass for it now."
"I'll bet, you sorry bastard." Tre snatched the orange juice back and skolled the rest of it.
Jess was pressed against Tre; she ran her fingers down his chest. Tilting her head back, she smiled at him. Tre kissed her lips softly, then Jess walked away to wake up Hayley.
"God," Tre mumbled, "she's great!"
Jason's eyes flickered to the roof in sarcasm. But he smiled for Tre's sake.
"Uh... have you talked about... Ramona and Frankito... with her?"
"No," Tre said. "I mean... it's serious. But I don't know how to... like, talk about it."
"Yeah," Jason mumbled, "must be hard. I don't envy you. At all. Ever. I actually don't care either. Suck shit. That's what you get for having kids."
"Oh, you're so hostile, Jase, geez!"
"Am not," he protested, "I'm just saying, sucked in!"
