Chumps And Chumpettes, chapter 13
I had been staying at Billie Joe's house for about two months when Tré made another attempt at a kiss. I had thought that I was going to ignore the first kiss, and that maybe Tré had too. Despite the little glances Tré had been giving me at every opportunity, I had thought that he was trying to forget it too. I tried my best not to be left alone in the same room as him for too long, and to not lead him on at all, to lessen the temptation.
I was sitting in my assigned bedroom humming a tune and reading a magazine, when I heard a knock at the door and Tré walked in. He sat on the bed next to me, and when I didn't move the magazine from in front of my face, he picked it up and put it on the bedside table.
With a pout, I asked; "What do you want?"
"Well," answered Tré, "I was thinking about that kiss you gave me not too long ago."
"Oh." I replied. I had pushed all thought of it out of my mind, and recently I had been trying to ignore Tré's not so subtle glances at me. "I was kinda hoping you had forgotten about that."
"Nope." He said, and shook his head. "It was so good, how could I forget about it?"
I looked at him for a second, then said "Aren't you technically supposed to be Billie Joe's best friend or something?"
"Well, technically yes, but technically you and him aren't, like, officially dating or anything, are you?"
I sighed. He had a point, we had only lightly kissed a couple of times, and only known each other for a short space of time. So, Tré was right, TECHNICALLY we weren't going out together.
Tré saw the defeated look on my face, smiled and leaned in for another kiss, only this time, I stopped him.
"No, Tré." I said firmly. "This isn't right. And you know it, deep down."
Tré looked angry for a minute. "Fine" he said, eventually. He stood up abruptly and made his way to the door. Before he walked out, he turned around and glared at me. "You know, I'd kill for a girl like you. Seriously."
I looked at him in his eyes. "Sorry Tré." I said softly.
"You don't have to be sorry. You could do something about it."
"No, Tré. Forget it."
"I can't forget it. These past two months the mere thought of you has been making me crazy. It's been hell. It's not fair!" He exclaimed, slamming his fist on the door frame.
"Tré, calm down." I said quietly.
"No!" He shouted. "You've gotta understand how much this hurts me." He continued, a little quieter.
"I understand." I murmured.
"No you don't. If you did, then you wouldn't be turning me down." He said, angrily.
"Just go Tré." I said, with tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.
He stormed out, leaving me alone to think.
Had he really meant, what he had said about killing for me? And about being really hurt? Was it that bad? I rubbed my eyes with my wrists and laid back on my bed.
Mike came to the door. "You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine thanks."
"I was gonna ask, do you want anything to eat?"
"I dunno. What is there?"
"Oh, God knows. We're gonna get a takeout. We're having a vote for what theme of meal it should be."
"Okay then." I said, sitting up.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Mike asked, coming to sit next to me on the bed.
"Yeah." I murmured in reply.
"Coz, you know if you need anything, you can always talk to me, or any of us guys, okay?"
"Thanks Mike. But I'm fine and dandy right now."
"Even after that shouting match Tré had with you?"
"Oh, that was nothing. Just a little joke."
Mike looked at me sarcastically.
"I promise!" I said, smiling. 'I am such a liar', I kept thinking.
"Okay then. Come down in a minute and help decide on the food and stuff. Personally, I feel like a Chinese, but Billie Joe wants pizza."
I jumped off the bed, to follow Mike downstairs. I could hear some shouting going on between Billie Joe and Tré. Worriedly, I hurried down.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" Billie was shouting.
"I'm not! It's really important to me!" Tré shouted back.
When they saw me at the door, they looked startled.
"Please stop fighting." I said.
"You've gotta choose." Said Billie Joe with a frown.
"I... I... " I stammered. Looking between Tré and Billie.
Had Tré told Billie?
"Pizza, Chinese or Indian?" Mike asked.
With a sigh of relief I flopped down on the sofa.
"Well?" Asked Billie Joe.
"Erm... Chinese." I answered timidly.
"WOOOOO!" Mike yelled, and jumped on the sofa. He started to dance. "I win, I win, I win... Ah ha, ahha, ahha."
Tré tackled Mike off of the sofa, and they both fell tangled together on the floor, laughing.
"You sure you want Chinese?" Billie asked, and I jumped, because I hadn't realised he was right next to me.
"Erm... I think so."
"If I give you a kiss, will you change your mind?"
I smiled, and glanced over at Tré. He was too busy fighting Mike to notice anything. "Sure." I said and leaned in for a tender kiss.
Billie Joe pulled away after a while, and smiled at me with those gorgeous eyes. "Pizza it is then." He said. "Guys!" He said, prodding the two rolling around on the floor. "We're having pizza. Amy changed her mind."
"What?!?" Shouted Mike indignantly.
"Yah-huh." Billie said smugly, and then he stood up on the sofa and started mocking Mike's dance. Mike sat down on the sofa with his arms crossed, pouted like a toddler and started muttering something about bribery.
I looked up at Billie and smiled, but then caught Tré looking at me, from the corner of my eye. I turned away.
"I'll go order pizza." Tré said, quite moodily and he walked out of the room.
I was confused... Why couldn't Tré just accept my decision?
I was sitting in my assigned bedroom humming a tune and reading a magazine, when I heard a knock at the door and Tré walked in. He sat on the bed next to me, and when I didn't move the magazine from in front of my face, he picked it up and put it on the bedside table.
With a pout, I asked; "What do you want?"
"Well," answered Tré, "I was thinking about that kiss you gave me not too long ago."
"Oh." I replied. I had pushed all thought of it out of my mind, and recently I had been trying to ignore Tré's not so subtle glances at me. "I was kinda hoping you had forgotten about that."
"Nope." He said, and shook his head. "It was so good, how could I forget about it?"
I looked at him for a second, then said "Aren't you technically supposed to be Billie Joe's best friend or something?"
"Well, technically yes, but technically you and him aren't, like, officially dating or anything, are you?"
I sighed. He had a point, we had only lightly kissed a couple of times, and only known each other for a short space of time. So, Tré was right, TECHNICALLY we weren't going out together.
Tré saw the defeated look on my face, smiled and leaned in for another kiss, only this time, I stopped him.
"No, Tré." I said firmly. "This isn't right. And you know it, deep down."
Tré looked angry for a minute. "Fine" he said, eventually. He stood up abruptly and made his way to the door. Before he walked out, he turned around and glared at me. "You know, I'd kill for a girl like you. Seriously."
I looked at him in his eyes. "Sorry Tré." I said softly.
"You don't have to be sorry. You could do something about it."
"No, Tré. Forget it."
"I can't forget it. These past two months the mere thought of you has been making me crazy. It's been hell. It's not fair!" He exclaimed, slamming his fist on the door frame.
"Tré, calm down." I said quietly.
"No!" He shouted. "You've gotta understand how much this hurts me." He continued, a little quieter.
"I understand." I murmured.
"No you don't. If you did, then you wouldn't be turning me down." He said, angrily.
"Just go Tré." I said, with tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.
He stormed out, leaving me alone to think.
Had he really meant, what he had said about killing for me? And about being really hurt? Was it that bad? I rubbed my eyes with my wrists and laid back on my bed.
Mike came to the door. "You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine thanks."
"I was gonna ask, do you want anything to eat?"
"I dunno. What is there?"
"Oh, God knows. We're gonna get a takeout. We're having a vote for what theme of meal it should be."
"Okay then." I said, sitting up.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Mike asked, coming to sit next to me on the bed.
"Yeah." I murmured in reply.
"Coz, you know if you need anything, you can always talk to me, or any of us guys, okay?"
"Thanks Mike. But I'm fine and dandy right now."
"Even after that shouting match Tré had with you?"
"Oh, that was nothing. Just a little joke."
Mike looked at me sarcastically.
"I promise!" I said, smiling. 'I am such a liar', I kept thinking.
"Okay then. Come down in a minute and help decide on the food and stuff. Personally, I feel like a Chinese, but Billie Joe wants pizza."
I jumped off the bed, to follow Mike downstairs. I could hear some shouting going on between Billie Joe and Tré. Worriedly, I hurried down.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" Billie was shouting.
"I'm not! It's really important to me!" Tré shouted back.
When they saw me at the door, they looked startled.
"Please stop fighting." I said.
"You've gotta choose." Said Billie Joe with a frown.
"I... I... " I stammered. Looking between Tré and Billie.
Had Tré told Billie?
"Pizza, Chinese or Indian?" Mike asked.
With a sigh of relief I flopped down on the sofa.
"Well?" Asked Billie Joe.
"Erm... Chinese." I answered timidly.
"WOOOOO!" Mike yelled, and jumped on the sofa. He started to dance. "I win, I win, I win... Ah ha, ahha, ahha."
Tré tackled Mike off of the sofa, and they both fell tangled together on the floor, laughing.
"You sure you want Chinese?" Billie asked, and I jumped, because I hadn't realised he was right next to me.
"Erm... I think so."
"If I give you a kiss, will you change your mind?"
I smiled, and glanced over at Tré. He was too busy fighting Mike to notice anything. "Sure." I said and leaned in for a tender kiss.
Billie Joe pulled away after a while, and smiled at me with those gorgeous eyes. "Pizza it is then." He said. "Guys!" He said, prodding the two rolling around on the floor. "We're having pizza. Amy changed her mind."
"What?!?" Shouted Mike indignantly.
"Yah-huh." Billie said smugly, and then he stood up on the sofa and started mocking Mike's dance. Mike sat down on the sofa with his arms crossed, pouted like a toddler and started muttering something about bribery.
I looked up at Billie and smiled, but then caught Tré looking at me, from the corner of my eye. I turned away.
"I'll go order pizza." Tré said, quite moodily and he walked out of the room.
I was confused... Why couldn't Tré just accept my decision?
