I Like Pancakes, chapter 1
"Tre... Tre? TRE!!!" I called desperately. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Nope... Little Mermaid. All I care about," Tre said dumbly as he grinned up at me. That grin makes me melt every time I see it. Me and my sister Sari are currently sharing a house with Green Day becasue are parents recently died and didnt think to leave us anything. Tre had been nice enough to let my 20 year old self crash on his bed everynight. I know, I know, Tre is the last person I should fall for but, hey, who can blame me? I'm a sucker for drummers.
"Can you please help me with this?" I asked him as cutely as I could. I needed somone to help me with this damn shirt.
"Oh la la sexy mama," he exclaimed as I turned around motioning to my back. This fucking shirt, I don't know why I got it, I need somebody to help me everytime I decide to wear it. It has like a million little straps in the back... Highly annoying.
As Tre was attempting to tie (he was now tangled in the shirt) the doorbell rang, this is an odd situation considering anyone who comes over usually just walks in. Me and Tre tried to walk to the door together. We fell a few times but the surprise at the door was pricless, worth every bruise my body might now have, because there at the door was Jason. He was finally back from visiting his family. "JASON!!!!" I screeched as I jumped on him. In the process, Tre accedentally wrenched some of the straps out of my shirt causing it to fall down a few inches, revealing my bra. "Um Jason, Tre, do you guys mind closing your eyes for a few seconds, my shirt kinda fell a bit there," I asked quietly, oh God I was so embarrased.
"Ya, sure no problemo Kitty," Tre said in this fake mexican accent. I didnt care though, he was cute as a fucking button. Jason closed his eyes, set me down and turned around. Tre on the other hand opened his eyes the moment my feet hit the floor. "Boobies!" he screamed loudly as he paraded through the house. "I saw Noir's boobies!"
"Tre, no you didnt, shut up!" I screamed as I pulled a stray Operation Ivy sweater over my head and began running after him.
"Who's boobies?" Billie said, poking his scruffy haired head out of the kitchen.
"No one's boobies, ignore that," I called desperately over my shoulder. "Tre didnt see anything!"
I desperately tried to calm Tre down, he was now jumping up and down on the bed we shared. "Please stop," I begged.
"Why should I?" Tre shouted. He stpped jumping and stared at me like a little kid, pouting with his arms crossed.
"Because I want you to?" I tried.
"Good enough, ha ha your hair's a mess," he teased, wagging a finger at me.
I glanced in the mirror next to me, my dark reb hair was really a wreck, as Tre had pointed out. I attemped to flatten my bangs to my forehead once more, but they were stuck now. "Awww, Tre look what my damn boobies did," I pouted. "It'll never get back to how it was earlier." I cried sarcastically. If I make him feel bad maybe I'll get somthing out of this, I thought wickedly.
"Um..." Tre began looking confused. "Uh, I'll fix it," he said scratching his bright green hair. He got a comb out of his drawer and began putting it through my straight hair until it looked even better as it had. I loved the feeling of his hands running over my smooth hair, I had been longing for this. I thought I heard him mumble "you're so pretty..." once, but I didn't want to bring it up. It was probably just a trick my mind was playing on me anyway. Still though, I hoped it wasn't just a fragment of my imagination. I hoped maybe he had the same feeling I had for him.
"Nope... Little Mermaid. All I care about," Tre said dumbly as he grinned up at me. That grin makes me melt every time I see it. Me and my sister Sari are currently sharing a house with Green Day becasue are parents recently died and didnt think to leave us anything. Tre had been nice enough to let my 20 year old self crash on his bed everynight. I know, I know, Tre is the last person I should fall for but, hey, who can blame me? I'm a sucker for drummers.
"Can you please help me with this?" I asked him as cutely as I could. I needed somone to help me with this damn shirt.
"Oh la la sexy mama," he exclaimed as I turned around motioning to my back. This fucking shirt, I don't know why I got it, I need somebody to help me everytime I decide to wear it. It has like a million little straps in the back... Highly annoying.
As Tre was attempting to tie (he was now tangled in the shirt) the doorbell rang, this is an odd situation considering anyone who comes over usually just walks in. Me and Tre tried to walk to the door together. We fell a few times but the surprise at the door was pricless, worth every bruise my body might now have, because there at the door was Jason. He was finally back from visiting his family. "JASON!!!!" I screeched as I jumped on him. In the process, Tre accedentally wrenched some of the straps out of my shirt causing it to fall down a few inches, revealing my bra. "Um Jason, Tre, do you guys mind closing your eyes for a few seconds, my shirt kinda fell a bit there," I asked quietly, oh God I was so embarrased.
"Ya, sure no problemo Kitty," Tre said in this fake mexican accent. I didnt care though, he was cute as a fucking button. Jason closed his eyes, set me down and turned around. Tre on the other hand opened his eyes the moment my feet hit the floor. "Boobies!" he screamed loudly as he paraded through the house. "I saw Noir's boobies!"
"Tre, no you didnt, shut up!" I screamed as I pulled a stray Operation Ivy sweater over my head and began running after him.
"Who's boobies?" Billie said, poking his scruffy haired head out of the kitchen.
"No one's boobies, ignore that," I called desperately over my shoulder. "Tre didnt see anything!"
I desperately tried to calm Tre down, he was now jumping up and down on the bed we shared. "Please stop," I begged.
"Why should I?" Tre shouted. He stpped jumping and stared at me like a little kid, pouting with his arms crossed.
"Because I want you to?" I tried.
"Good enough, ha ha your hair's a mess," he teased, wagging a finger at me.
I glanced in the mirror next to me, my dark reb hair was really a wreck, as Tre had pointed out. I attemped to flatten my bangs to my forehead once more, but they were stuck now. "Awww, Tre look what my damn boobies did," I pouted. "It'll never get back to how it was earlier." I cried sarcastically. If I make him feel bad maybe I'll get somthing out of this, I thought wickedly.
"Um..." Tre began looking confused. "Uh, I'll fix it," he said scratching his bright green hair. He got a comb out of his drawer and began putting it through my straight hair until it looked even better as it had. I loved the feeling of his hands running over my smooth hair, I had been longing for this. I thought I heard him mumble "you're so pretty..." once, but I didn't want to bring it up. It was probably just a trick my mind was playing on me anyway. Still though, I hoped it wasn't just a fragment of my imagination. I hoped maybe he had the same feeling I had for him.
