First Kiss, chapter 3
"Hello?", I mumbled quietly into the mobile trying not to wake Billie Joe up. I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes gently wondering who would be calling me out of all people at 2am in the morning. I mean I'm not popular. I don't even know who has my number.
"Heya Steph", a slurry voice replied.
"Hi who is this?", I replied in a sleep tone yawning gently.
The person on the other line went quiet for a while. I didn't know weather they had died on me or hung up. Seeing this was a waste of time I hung up and kept the phone on my side of the bed not to wake Billie. I laid back down and put my arm around him again falling asleep gently. He shuffled in his sleep making himself more comfortable as my phone went off again. Why? The administration man knows I like my sleep. Why was he doing this to me? Why couldn't he let me have a little shut eye?
"Hello".
"Hey Steph, come down stairs".
"Why, who is this?".
I could hear more voices behind this one. I was curious to see what was actually happening. Then again it could have been a prank which would mean that I would go down stairs out of my nice warm bed for nothing. Hard decision but something must have made me. I gently crawled out of the bed, put my glasses on and began to make way downstairs. It was colder then I thought. I sniffled gently and rubbed my eyes again before opening the door.
"Hey gorgeous", I heard followed by a kiss on the cheek. I smiled and blushed gently.
"Hi Tre", I said with a small yawn. At least the administrator guy knows how to put me in a good mood after ruining my sleeping pattern.
"What you doing, with... ", I started counting, "Like 12 other people here?".
"Just wanted to see you".
"Couldn't you have done this in the morning?", I asked smelling a slight scent of alcohol coming from his breath.
"But I wanted to see you now princess".
"Princess?".
"Yeah you're my princess". I got another kiss on the cheek.
"That's sweet Tre but you're drunk and roaming the streets at almost 3am and... ..", I was cut off by another kiss which was awkward since I had never been kissed with my glasses on. The taste of red wine and spirits quickly filled my mouth. It didn't bother me thought. I mean come on. This was Tre. Girls had tried everything to get with him. I wasn't going to complain if he tasted a little like alcohol. Gently and slowly his lips made their way from mine to my jaw line and then to my neck. I wondered how far he was going to push this. I wondered how long it would take for anyone else to notice what he was doing. Would he try to go as far as he could? Would anyone even notice? Were they too drunk to notice?
"Tre that's enough", were the only words that could come out. They were all I could force out. It was too good to be true, but I knew it had to stop. He was drunk. His hands we're finding their way around me to try and keep him stable and upright. He was wasted. I didn't want to get forced into anything. He leant in gently forward trying to use me to support him up. His balance and co-ordination was horrible but he was making an effort. I could tell the alcohol was streaming through his blood system more and more having a bigger and larger affect as his words become more slurred and he became tongue tied.
"Tre, you're a little close don't you think?". He shook his head.
"I... I... ..".
"You what?".
"I... .". he started to sway gently from side to side.
"Come on I'll take you inside you can stay the night", I told him walking him inside. He barely made it past the front door without tripping over.
"Come on Tre, get up I'm taking you straight to bed".
"But sweetie... .".
"No Tre BED NOW!". He nodded and stumbled making his way to the spare room. I slowly walked back into the bedroom Billie was in and got back into bed being cuddled automatically.
"Billie don't... ..".
"Don't what?".
"Get too close... ".
"But I only... .".
"I don't care".
"Heya Steph", a slurry voice replied.
"Hi who is this?", I replied in a sleep tone yawning gently.
The person on the other line went quiet for a while. I didn't know weather they had died on me or hung up. Seeing this was a waste of time I hung up and kept the phone on my side of the bed not to wake Billie. I laid back down and put my arm around him again falling asleep gently. He shuffled in his sleep making himself more comfortable as my phone went off again. Why? The administration man knows I like my sleep. Why was he doing this to me? Why couldn't he let me have a little shut eye?
"Hello".
"Hey Steph, come down stairs".
"Why, who is this?".
I could hear more voices behind this one. I was curious to see what was actually happening. Then again it could have been a prank which would mean that I would go down stairs out of my nice warm bed for nothing. Hard decision but something must have made me. I gently crawled out of the bed, put my glasses on and began to make way downstairs. It was colder then I thought. I sniffled gently and rubbed my eyes again before opening the door.
"Hey gorgeous", I heard followed by a kiss on the cheek. I smiled and blushed gently.
"Hi Tre", I said with a small yawn. At least the administrator guy knows how to put me in a good mood after ruining my sleeping pattern.
"What you doing, with... ", I started counting, "Like 12 other people here?".
"Just wanted to see you".
"Couldn't you have done this in the morning?", I asked smelling a slight scent of alcohol coming from his breath.
"But I wanted to see you now princess".
"Princess?".
"Yeah you're my princess". I got another kiss on the cheek.
"That's sweet Tre but you're drunk and roaming the streets at almost 3am and... ..", I was cut off by another kiss which was awkward since I had never been kissed with my glasses on. The taste of red wine and spirits quickly filled my mouth. It didn't bother me thought. I mean come on. This was Tre. Girls had tried everything to get with him. I wasn't going to complain if he tasted a little like alcohol. Gently and slowly his lips made their way from mine to my jaw line and then to my neck. I wondered how far he was going to push this. I wondered how long it would take for anyone else to notice what he was doing. Would he try to go as far as he could? Would anyone even notice? Were they too drunk to notice?
"Tre that's enough", were the only words that could come out. They were all I could force out. It was too good to be true, but I knew it had to stop. He was drunk. His hands we're finding their way around me to try and keep him stable and upright. He was wasted. I didn't want to get forced into anything. He leant in gently forward trying to use me to support him up. His balance and co-ordination was horrible but he was making an effort. I could tell the alcohol was streaming through his blood system more and more having a bigger and larger affect as his words become more slurred and he became tongue tied.
"Tre, you're a little close don't you think?". He shook his head.
"I... I... ..".
"You what?".
"I... .". he started to sway gently from side to side.
"Come on I'll take you inside you can stay the night", I told him walking him inside. He barely made it past the front door without tripping over.
"Come on Tre, get up I'm taking you straight to bed".
"But sweetie... .".
"No Tre BED NOW!". He nodded and stumbled making his way to the spare room. I slowly walked back into the bedroom Billie was in and got back into bed being cuddled automatically.
"Billie don't... ..".
"Don't what?".
"Get too close... ".
"But I only... .".
"I don't care".
