Chumps And Chumpettes, chapter 17
"Oh, Billie." I said, stroking his cheek lightly with my finger. "Thank God you're okay."
He had been in hospital for three days now, and the nurse had said that he could go home as soon as he woke up. Luckily, he has a strong 'immune system' and 'heals quickly'. That, and apparently he has quite thick bone in his skull. The doctors words, not mine. I still had suspicions about Tré, but as such, I hadn't said anything to Billie. And honestly, I didn't intend to.
He stirred suddenly and murmured: "Hello."
I smiled. "Time to get up, lazy. Mike's gonna drop us back at your house when you're ready."
"Hey" He said, rolling over "I resent being called lazy."
"Then get out of bed and prove me wrong." I said, poking him in the side.
"Mrrrrghgghgh." He moaned and pulled the covers over his head.
With a sigh, I ripped off the covers and I threw him a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
"I'll go get Mike now. Get changed." I walked out of the door, but turned back with one last sentence: "And GET UP!"
"Fine... . Fine... " I heard him mutter, and then I heard the rustling of him getting out of bed.
"About time." Mike said.
"Yeah, I had some trouble getting Billie out of bed."
"Shut up." Billie said from the back seat. "Just get me home. I want some real food now."
"Yes your highness." Said Mike with a laugh. "Can you call Tré though? I'm sure he'll be glad to know you're out of hospital."
'I bet he'll be overjoyed.' I thought to myself.
"Okay." Billie replied, and started to dial. "Tré!!!" Billie yelled, "I'm back!" Then he abruptly hung up.
As soon as we got back, Billie proceeded to empty the cupboards of most of the food, and then I caught him ordering a pizza over the phone.
"Jeez Billie" I said, rolling my eyes. "I thought you would have had enough of food by now."
"Nope." He said, grinning.
"Um... . I was wondering..."
"Yes?" He replied, with half a pop tart in his mouth.
"Do you know who did this to you?"
He looked at me, and stood munching his pop tart in puzzlement until it was finished. "Nope." He said eventually. "I mean, it could have been anything.. A crazed fan, angry competition, pissed off parent, ex girlfriend, burglar."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I'm getting a sense of déjà vu you know." He said, chuckling.
"Well, you could of forgotten stuff. It's quite a nasty bump you've got there."
"You don't know anything, do you?" Billie asked, tilting my chin up towards him.
"No, of course not." I lied again. This was getting to be a bad habit.
"Good." He said, and he tilted my jaw towards him and bent in for a kiss.
"You taste like pop tarts." I said, grinning.
"That's my natural taste baby." He said, sticking out his tongue.
Suddenly we heard a knock at the door and Tré came into the house.
"BILLIE!!!" He shouted, and pulled him into a bear hug. While he was hugging, I saw an opportunity, and I grabbed the remaining pop tart.
"HEY!" Billie and Tré both said at once when they turned around and saw me holding it.
"What?" I said.
"Gimme!" They said simultaneously.
"No way." I said, smiling. They made a grab for it.
"I've been traumatized!" Billie moaned.
"Me too! I uh... Haven't eaten in days." Tré chimed in.
"I'm not buying it guys." I said, and with a smile, proceeded to eat the pop tart in front of their eyes as they gasped in horror.
"I'm gonna get you for this!" Billie shouted.
I stopped him with my hand and whispered in his ear: "Not if you value Cuddles you won't."
"Fine." He muttered. "Meanie." He whispered under his breath.
"I heard that!" I shouted as I walked out of the room.
I laid down on my bed. The day was almost perfect. If it weren't for Tré. Why didn't I turn him in? I was pretty sure it was him who did it. Was it a sense of loyalty for Tré? Or was I scared that Billie might find out about that kiss? I mean, it was only a kiss for God's sake. It's not as if I slept with him or anything. Maybe I felt guilty though.
"I dunno anymore." I muttered.
*Two weeks later*
An investigation had been made into who may have beat Billie up, but there were no leads. As such, the only clue I had was that it was probably Tré, but I wasn't about to grass him up. I suppose it could have been Mark, but it didn't really seem like his style. He was more... confrontational. He would have made a scene of it all. He would probably have spoken to Billie at length about honor and crap like that, like something out of a movie, instead of just hitting him from behind.
It was difficult acting like nothing was wrong around Tré. All the time, I just wanted to shout at him, scream out and ask why he did it. But I couldn't. And I could see he knew I couldn't too.
What made it worse was that Billie and I slept together a couple of nights ago. I mean, don't get me wrong. It was great, but it made it more difficult to hide my thoughts from him. He seemed almost psychic now. He was starting to guess when I was lying.
He had been in hospital for three days now, and the nurse had said that he could go home as soon as he woke up. Luckily, he has a strong 'immune system' and 'heals quickly'. That, and apparently he has quite thick bone in his skull. The doctors words, not mine. I still had suspicions about Tré, but as such, I hadn't said anything to Billie. And honestly, I didn't intend to.
He stirred suddenly and murmured: "Hello."
I smiled. "Time to get up, lazy. Mike's gonna drop us back at your house when you're ready."
"Hey" He said, rolling over "I resent being called lazy."
"Then get out of bed and prove me wrong." I said, poking him in the side.
"Mrrrrghgghgh." He moaned and pulled the covers over his head.
With a sigh, I ripped off the covers and I threw him a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
"I'll go get Mike now. Get changed." I walked out of the door, but turned back with one last sentence: "And GET UP!"
"Fine... . Fine... " I heard him mutter, and then I heard the rustling of him getting out of bed.
"About time." Mike said.
"Yeah, I had some trouble getting Billie out of bed."
"Shut up." Billie said from the back seat. "Just get me home. I want some real food now."
"Yes your highness." Said Mike with a laugh. "Can you call Tré though? I'm sure he'll be glad to know you're out of hospital."
'I bet he'll be overjoyed.' I thought to myself.
"Okay." Billie replied, and started to dial. "Tré!!!" Billie yelled, "I'm back!" Then he abruptly hung up.
As soon as we got back, Billie proceeded to empty the cupboards of most of the food, and then I caught him ordering a pizza over the phone.
"Jeez Billie" I said, rolling my eyes. "I thought you would have had enough of food by now."
"Nope." He said, grinning.
"Um... . I was wondering..."
"Yes?" He replied, with half a pop tart in his mouth.
"Do you know who did this to you?"
He looked at me, and stood munching his pop tart in puzzlement until it was finished. "Nope." He said eventually. "I mean, it could have been anything.. A crazed fan, angry competition, pissed off parent, ex girlfriend, burglar."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I'm getting a sense of déjà vu you know." He said, chuckling.
"Well, you could of forgotten stuff. It's quite a nasty bump you've got there."
"You don't know anything, do you?" Billie asked, tilting my chin up towards him.
"No, of course not." I lied again. This was getting to be a bad habit.
"Good." He said, and he tilted my jaw towards him and bent in for a kiss.
"You taste like pop tarts." I said, grinning.
"That's my natural taste baby." He said, sticking out his tongue.
Suddenly we heard a knock at the door and Tré came into the house.
"BILLIE!!!" He shouted, and pulled him into a bear hug. While he was hugging, I saw an opportunity, and I grabbed the remaining pop tart.
"HEY!" Billie and Tré both said at once when they turned around and saw me holding it.
"What?" I said.
"Gimme!" They said simultaneously.
"No way." I said, smiling. They made a grab for it.
"I've been traumatized!" Billie moaned.
"Me too! I uh... Haven't eaten in days." Tré chimed in.
"I'm not buying it guys." I said, and with a smile, proceeded to eat the pop tart in front of their eyes as they gasped in horror.
"I'm gonna get you for this!" Billie shouted.
I stopped him with my hand and whispered in his ear: "Not if you value Cuddles you won't."
"Fine." He muttered. "Meanie." He whispered under his breath.
"I heard that!" I shouted as I walked out of the room.
I laid down on my bed. The day was almost perfect. If it weren't for Tré. Why didn't I turn him in? I was pretty sure it was him who did it. Was it a sense of loyalty for Tré? Or was I scared that Billie might find out about that kiss? I mean, it was only a kiss for God's sake. It's not as if I slept with him or anything. Maybe I felt guilty though.
"I dunno anymore." I muttered.
*Two weeks later*
An investigation had been made into who may have beat Billie up, but there were no leads. As such, the only clue I had was that it was probably Tré, but I wasn't about to grass him up. I suppose it could have been Mark, but it didn't really seem like his style. He was more... confrontational. He would have made a scene of it all. He would probably have spoken to Billie at length about honor and crap like that, like something out of a movie, instead of just hitting him from behind.
It was difficult acting like nothing was wrong around Tré. All the time, I just wanted to shout at him, scream out and ask why he did it. But I couldn't. And I could see he knew I couldn't too.
What made it worse was that Billie and I slept together a couple of nights ago. I mean, don't get me wrong. It was great, but it made it more difficult to hide my thoughts from him. He seemed almost psychic now. He was starting to guess when I was lying.
