At A Loss For Love (Sequel to How I Fell In Love), chapter 10
I ran. I ran out of the room and away from Eli. I heard a different Green Day song, it wasn't Billie Joe singing, it was Tre,
"Okay.... uh, this is.. a song...about...a girl," he said, shaking,
"One, two, three four
I saw you lyin there
so helpless and so cold
stuck there by yourself
you said that no one knows
and no one cares...
I am there
I am there for you
In the rain, the sun, the snow, the fog, I am there,
I am there...
I LOVE YOU KRYSTA!"
Instantly I started crying. I felt everyone staring at me. I felt my cheeks glow red. I ran up to Tre, the one I knew I loved. I didn't love Eli, it WAS just a silly crush. But Tre, Tre was different. I hugged and kissed him in front of everybody and whispered,
"I love you, Tre,"
"I love you too," I kissed him again and let him pick me up. I giggled and heard him say,
"This is Krysta, she is cool. Officially cool," I laughed, and he put me down. I smiled and went to get my journal. I froze.
What about Eli?
WHAT about Eli?
He was moving to Berkeley...
F-U-C-K! He was still moving. Shit. What am I going to do?
I grabbed my journal, my knife, my lighter and my bag. The Green Day purse I had made... the one I spent hours working on. I wrote a note to Tre saying this:
Dear Tre,
Went to the bar. Need a drink bad,
- Krysta
I put the note on the bed. I snuck out of the hotel room, with a few bucks and my purse. I kept walking down the road. To Shawnee's old house. To the pot. I crept behind the house and took out my knife, the same knife I had used to cut myself...
***
I had went and bought papers, using my fake ID. The same one I used to buy beer. I took my stuff and walked down the road,
I walk this lonely road,
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes,
But it's only me and I walk alone
I neared my favorite place in the whole world. Under the overpass where all the graffitti was. I looked up at my sanctuary, the place I used to spend my time the most. I took out the weed, and papers. After a few drinks and joints, I was ready to go home. I was under the influence. I staggered back to the hotel, a little high and a little drunk. I unlocked the door after a few unsuccessful tries. There were Tre, Mike and Billie waiting for me,
"Oh thank god!"
"Wha..."
"You're okay!"
"Huuhhhuuh," I felt Tre hug me, then look at me,
"You smell like me after a party..." I laughed stupidly, and dropped my puse,
"Oh my god," said Mike when he saw what fell out of my purse, my knife, my lighter, some weed, the receipt for the beer and the papers. I wobbled to the bed, feeling uneasy. I felt Tre's hands glide over me,
"Hey baby," he said, I giggled,
"I sent the guys back to their room, and came to spend 'quality time' with you," he grinned, and placed his hand on my chest. I laughed stupidly again. I felt Tre move closer, his warmth comforting me. His lips touched mine, starting a game of 'lip wrestling.' I let him move his hand up my shirt, making me moan a bit. I looked him in the eyes. Letting him do all the work.
In a matter of minutes, I was asleep. Curled up on Tre, who was half naked and smiling.
***
Then next morning we flew back to Oakland. I sighed, it was going to be a long trip. I staggered out of the plane, dazed and a bit nauseaus. I walked into my 'new' house. I looked at Tre.
What if things didn't work out?
Where will I live?
I shrugged off the thought. Unpacking my things, I smiled and started giggling. I always do that. I laugh at nothing,
Because it's fun, fun
to laugh at nothing,
it's fun, fun
to laugh at the air,
I laughed again, Tre sneaking up on me as I did,
"Hey, babes," he smiled,
"Hey," I snickered and kissed him,
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing," I said, after unpacking. I was tired. I lay down in my bed, the one I now shared with Tre. I smiled again as he lay beside me,
"I love you,"
"I love you, too," I said sleepily. Then fell asleep.
"Okay.... uh, this is.. a song...about...a girl," he said, shaking,
"One, two, three four
I saw you lyin there
so helpless and so cold
stuck there by yourself
you said that no one knows
and no one cares...
I am there
I am there for you
In the rain, the sun, the snow, the fog, I am there,
I am there...
I LOVE YOU KRYSTA!"
Instantly I started crying. I felt everyone staring at me. I felt my cheeks glow red. I ran up to Tre, the one I knew I loved. I didn't love Eli, it WAS just a silly crush. But Tre, Tre was different. I hugged and kissed him in front of everybody and whispered,
"I love you, Tre,"
"I love you too," I kissed him again and let him pick me up. I giggled and heard him say,
"This is Krysta, she is cool. Officially cool," I laughed, and he put me down. I smiled and went to get my journal. I froze.
What about Eli?
WHAT about Eli?
He was moving to Berkeley...
F-U-C-K! He was still moving. Shit. What am I going to do?
I grabbed my journal, my knife, my lighter and my bag. The Green Day purse I had made... the one I spent hours working on. I wrote a note to Tre saying this:
Dear Tre,
Went to the bar. Need a drink bad,
- Krysta
I put the note on the bed. I snuck out of the hotel room, with a few bucks and my purse. I kept walking down the road. To Shawnee's old house. To the pot. I crept behind the house and took out my knife, the same knife I had used to cut myself...
***
I had went and bought papers, using my fake ID. The same one I used to buy beer. I took my stuff and walked down the road,
I walk this lonely road,
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes,
But it's only me and I walk alone
I neared my favorite place in the whole world. Under the overpass where all the graffitti was. I looked up at my sanctuary, the place I used to spend my time the most. I took out the weed, and papers. After a few drinks and joints, I was ready to go home. I was under the influence. I staggered back to the hotel, a little high and a little drunk. I unlocked the door after a few unsuccessful tries. There were Tre, Mike and Billie waiting for me,
"Oh thank god!"
"Wha..."
"You're okay!"
"Huuhhhuuh," I felt Tre hug me, then look at me,
"You smell like me after a party..." I laughed stupidly, and dropped my puse,
"Oh my god," said Mike when he saw what fell out of my purse, my knife, my lighter, some weed, the receipt for the beer and the papers. I wobbled to the bed, feeling uneasy. I felt Tre's hands glide over me,
"Hey baby," he said, I giggled,
"I sent the guys back to their room, and came to spend 'quality time' with you," he grinned, and placed his hand on my chest. I laughed stupidly again. I felt Tre move closer, his warmth comforting me. His lips touched mine, starting a game of 'lip wrestling.' I let him move his hand up my shirt, making me moan a bit. I looked him in the eyes. Letting him do all the work.
In a matter of minutes, I was asleep. Curled up on Tre, who was half naked and smiling.
***
Then next morning we flew back to Oakland. I sighed, it was going to be a long trip. I staggered out of the plane, dazed and a bit nauseaus. I walked into my 'new' house. I looked at Tre.
What if things didn't work out?
Where will I live?
I shrugged off the thought. Unpacking my things, I smiled and started giggling. I always do that. I laugh at nothing,
Because it's fun, fun
to laugh at nothing,
it's fun, fun
to laugh at the air,
I laughed again, Tre sneaking up on me as I did,
"Hey, babes," he smiled,
"Hey," I snickered and kissed him,
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing," I said, after unpacking. I was tired. I lay down in my bed, the one I now shared with Tre. I smiled again as he lay beside me,
"I love you,"
"I love you, too," I said sleepily. Then fell asleep.
