A Walk Down Memory Lane, chapter 4
<p>I woke up the next morning in a strange room I wasn't familiar with; I looked around and then I saw Tre....in the bathroom.......blowing chunks. I went over to him and asked him if I could do anything to help.</p>
<p>"Uh, g'mornin, naw, s'oke," he hurriedly said as he leaned over the toilet to barf for the millionth time.</p>
<p>I was going to ask him where Billie was but I didn't want to make him barf again so I went looking myself. I found him in the kitchen sitting next to Mike as he was having his usual cup of coffee.</p>
<p>"The dead has risen!" said Mike throwing his hands up in the air. I playfully slapped him on the arm.</p>
<p>"Shaddup." I was still half asleep.
"Where are we?"
"Tre's," answered Mike.
"So, did Tre wake you up?" asked Billie.
"Actually no, I woke up and saw him barfing in the john though."
"B-E-A-utiful sight I'm sure," he laughed.</p>
<p>"Far from it, really. By the way, what time is it?" I asked seeing my watch had stopped working.</p>
<p>Mike pointed to the clock sitting right there in front of me. "9 am," as he laughed.</p>
<p>"Hey, don't make fun of me I'm not the one that gets bitchy when I don't have my coffee!"</p>
<p>"Please, you, missy, don't need coffee to be bitchy," he said laughing his ass off.</p>
<p>"Will you two stop? You sound like an old married couple....or at least, Lindsey you sound like Tre," he chuckled.</p>
<p>"Oh you didn't know?" I said smiling "Tre and I made an agreement that in case one of us was unable to do our job the other will fill in."</p>
<p>"I see," he said then looking behind me.
Then Mike said, "Wo, the dead really has risen," and there stood Tre, still in his, dare I say, Care Bear pj's, looking as pale as ever. He was about to fall over when I helped in into one of the kitchen chairs.</p>
<p>"Oh my fuckin' God," he mumbled. "I feel like absolute shit," he said.
"What hurts?" I asked sympathetically.
"Everything."
"Okay....specifically."
"My head, my tummy, my arms, my legs, and everything else is numb"
"Poor thing" I said feeling his forehead and half hugging him around him shoulders.</p>
<p>" So will someone take me to some place so we can get some meds for this guy?" I asked</p>
<p>"Ah... I'll take you," offered Billie
"'K', let's go."
We got into his car when suddenly, without thinking I said, "Thank you."
"For... .?"</p>
<p>"Listening to me last night and for also taking me away from that fuckin' place"</p>
<p>"Oh, well *he starts up the car*......you're welcome I guess," he got shy....yep Billie Joe, shy. We started driving.</p>
<p>"I jus... ..I didn't want him to get to you... ..you know, like, hurt you... ..again."</p>
<p>"Well I appreciate it a lot."
"No problem" he said as we arrived at the store.</p>
<p>I went up to the clerk and said, "Do you have anything that would treat a headache, tummy ache, and hurting legs and arms while everything else is numb?"</p>
<p>Billie leaned over and whispered, "How the hell did you remember all of that?"
"Don't know," I whispered back.</p>
<p>"Well the medicine aisle is over there, and you should find everything you need," the clerk whispered. We all giggled. We decided on aspirin, and a lot of it.</p>
<p>"Have you eaten anything yet Tre?" I asked when we arrived at home.
"Hell no, I'll puke it back up."
"Mike get some crackers or bread please."
"'k'"</p>
<p>"No, no... .not the evil crackers!!" he said as Mike handed him the box.</p>
<p>"Yes Tre," I said, "you eat those you get to take medicine which will make you feel better."</p>
<p>"No way Jose!" he said, saying Jose wrong, and refusing the box. "Frank Edwin Wright the Third!" he looked at me and knew I meant business. I laughed to myself as he grabbed the box and shoved like 5 crackers in his mouth. When he was done I went to go get his medicine but I hard him say.</p>
<p>"No one's has ever called me Frank Edwin Wright the Third, she's bossy for a 16-year-old."</p>
<p>"Yeah and your stubborn for an 18-year-old," Billie said cracking up.</p>
<p>"Here," I said to Tre giving him 2 aspirin and a glass of water.</p>
<p>"Do I have to?" he whined. All I had to do was look at him with like a 'don't even make me mister' look on my face and he gulped it down.</p>
<p>"Good boy, now you can start feeling better" I smiled...
Billie came over, "Where did you learn to take care of someone like that?"</p>
<p>"I had a lot of practice with dad, you know him being drunk or high all the time and with mom at work."</p>
<p>"I see," he said as he laid his head on my shoulder.</p> <p>I felt right at home, the guy I was still in love with (Billie), a cute and stubborn child, (one guess....nope, Tre silly!) and Mike, our bestest friend in the whole world who was always there for us no matter what. One big happy family....sort of...</p>
<p>"Uh, g'mornin, naw, s'oke," he hurriedly said as he leaned over the toilet to barf for the millionth time.</p>
<p>I was going to ask him where Billie was but I didn't want to make him barf again so I went looking myself. I found him in the kitchen sitting next to Mike as he was having his usual cup of coffee.</p>
<p>"The dead has risen!" said Mike throwing his hands up in the air. I playfully slapped him on the arm.</p>
<p>"Shaddup." I was still half asleep.
"Where are we?"
"Tre's," answered Mike.
"So, did Tre wake you up?" asked Billie.
"Actually no, I woke up and saw him barfing in the john though."
"B-E-A-utiful sight I'm sure," he laughed.</p>
<p>"Far from it, really. By the way, what time is it?" I asked seeing my watch had stopped working.</p>
<p>Mike pointed to the clock sitting right there in front of me. "9 am," as he laughed.</p>
<p>"Hey, don't make fun of me I'm not the one that gets bitchy when I don't have my coffee!"</p>
<p>"Please, you, missy, don't need coffee to be bitchy," he said laughing his ass off.</p>
<p>"Will you two stop? You sound like an old married couple....or at least, Lindsey you sound like Tre," he chuckled.</p>
<p>"Oh you didn't know?" I said smiling "Tre and I made an agreement that in case one of us was unable to do our job the other will fill in."</p>
<p>"I see," he said then looking behind me.
Then Mike said, "Wo, the dead really has risen," and there stood Tre, still in his, dare I say, Care Bear pj's, looking as pale as ever. He was about to fall over when I helped in into one of the kitchen chairs.</p>
<p>"Oh my fuckin' God," he mumbled. "I feel like absolute shit," he said.
"What hurts?" I asked sympathetically.
"Everything."
"Okay....specifically."
"My head, my tummy, my arms, my legs, and everything else is numb"
"Poor thing" I said feeling his forehead and half hugging him around him shoulders.</p>
<p>" So will someone take me to some place so we can get some meds for this guy?" I asked</p>
<p>"Ah... I'll take you," offered Billie
"'K', let's go."
We got into his car when suddenly, without thinking I said, "Thank you."
"For... .?"</p>
<p>"Listening to me last night and for also taking me away from that fuckin' place"</p>
<p>"Oh, well *he starts up the car*......you're welcome I guess," he got shy....yep Billie Joe, shy. We started driving.</p>
<p>"I jus... ..I didn't want him to get to you... ..you know, like, hurt you... ..again."</p>
<p>"Well I appreciate it a lot."
"No problem" he said as we arrived at the store.</p>
<p>I went up to the clerk and said, "Do you have anything that would treat a headache, tummy ache, and hurting legs and arms while everything else is numb?"</p>
<p>Billie leaned over and whispered, "How the hell did you remember all of that?"
"Don't know," I whispered back.</p>
<p>"Well the medicine aisle is over there, and you should find everything you need," the clerk whispered. We all giggled. We decided on aspirin, and a lot of it.</p>
<p>"Have you eaten anything yet Tre?" I asked when we arrived at home.
"Hell no, I'll puke it back up."
"Mike get some crackers or bread please."
"'k'"</p>
<p>"No, no... .not the evil crackers!!" he said as Mike handed him the box.</p>
<p>"Yes Tre," I said, "you eat those you get to take medicine which will make you feel better."</p>
<p>"No way Jose!" he said, saying Jose wrong, and refusing the box. "Frank Edwin Wright the Third!" he looked at me and knew I meant business. I laughed to myself as he grabbed the box and shoved like 5 crackers in his mouth. When he was done I went to go get his medicine but I hard him say.</p>
<p>"No one's has ever called me Frank Edwin Wright the Third, she's bossy for a 16-year-old."</p>
<p>"Yeah and your stubborn for an 18-year-old," Billie said cracking up.</p>
<p>"Here," I said to Tre giving him 2 aspirin and a glass of water.</p>
<p>"Do I have to?" he whined. All I had to do was look at him with like a 'don't even make me mister' look on my face and he gulped it down.</p>
<p>"Good boy, now you can start feeling better" I smiled...
Billie came over, "Where did you learn to take care of someone like that?"</p>
<p>"I had a lot of practice with dad, you know him being drunk or high all the time and with mom at work."</p>
<p>"I see," he said as he laid his head on my shoulder.</p> <p>I felt right at home, the guy I was still in love with (Billie), a cute and stubborn child, (one guess....nope, Tre silly!) and Mike, our bestest friend in the whole world who was always there for us no matter what. One big happy family....sort of...</p>
