Loved-Like Never Before, chapter 4
Chapter 4- H.A.P.P.Y.
Meghan's POV
This isn't the end though!
This was bliss. I had nothing until Black Side attacked me. I guess I should be grateful. Tré. Wow. I love him. Yes, people are saying we rushed into it. We didn't though. I know Tré is considered a pervert sometimes, but I don't care. He's MY pervert. So everyone who thinks we rushed, or we're going too fast, bug off.
Meghan's POV
"Ugh" I groaned. Rolling over in the bed, I caught a glimpse of his hair. All ruffled up and gray from hardened gel, it was hard not to feel a rush of love towards him. God, I loved him, but if he expected me to help clean out that gel later, he had another think coming. I giggled, but stopped immediately for the pain it gave my head. Glancing' around the hotel room, I saw beer cans, coffee cups and donut sprinkles. We had a load of cleaning' up to do, but right now sleep was my main priority. A dull throb crept across my head, as my head fell onto the pillow.
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I awoke to the sound of crooning. Tré had decided to wake me up his style. "ROLL, ROLL, ROLL A JOINT, TWIST IT AT THE ENDS! LIGHT IT UP...ARGH!" I'd slammed my pillow around his mouth and muttered in his ear "If you utter another word after me taking this pillow off, you will be severely hurt." I slowly removed the pillow. He smiled sweetly and I plodded over to the bathroom. I hadn't been in there five minutes and the door swung open. There stood Tré, standing as though he'd just made a victorious attempt at something. He cleared his throat and said "I'm gonna serenade you now. Yep, with a gorgeous song.... I WANNA BE YOUR DOMINATED LOVE SLAVE, I WANNA BE THE ONE WHO TAKES THE PAIN!" Tré stopped. He span around and saw Billie standing in the doorway, steaming at the ears. "FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, IF YOU DO NOT STOP SCREAMING AND FUCKING SHOUTING, I WILL TAKE YOUR DRUMSTICKS OFF YOU!" Cringing at his real name, he scooted past Billie, back into the main bedroom. "Hey!" I said, teasing him. A low grumble was what I got in reply. A phone rung. Tré answered it and shouted out. "OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THEM?" he screamed. Oh my god.
Tre's POV
"OH MY GOD!" I repeatedly screamed. Frankito and Ramona had been caught up in an accident, but no one knew how. I glanced over at the photograph on the side of the bed. I grabbed it and stared at it. Why them? Meghan rushed in, her eyebrows knitted together. I let a tear creep down my face. A couple of hours ago, we had been laughing, and we were rat arsed. Now this. Why in fucks name them? I looked at Meghan and couldn't help it. I collapsed in a fit of sobs. Meghan looked like she wanted to cry as well. She didn't, but knelt on the floor, wrapping her arms around me. "Everything will be alright Tré...Everything. I swear." She muttered to me, like a mother reassuring her child. Would everything be ok?
Meghan's POV
This isn't the end though!
This was bliss. I had nothing until Black Side attacked me. I guess I should be grateful. Tré. Wow. I love him. Yes, people are saying we rushed into it. We didn't though. I know Tré is considered a pervert sometimes, but I don't care. He's MY pervert. So everyone who thinks we rushed, or we're going too fast, bug off.
Meghan's POV
"Ugh" I groaned. Rolling over in the bed, I caught a glimpse of his hair. All ruffled up and gray from hardened gel, it was hard not to feel a rush of love towards him. God, I loved him, but if he expected me to help clean out that gel later, he had another think coming. I giggled, but stopped immediately for the pain it gave my head. Glancing' around the hotel room, I saw beer cans, coffee cups and donut sprinkles. We had a load of cleaning' up to do, but right now sleep was my main priority. A dull throb crept across my head, as my head fell onto the pillow.
***
I awoke to the sound of crooning. Tré had decided to wake me up his style. "ROLL, ROLL, ROLL A JOINT, TWIST IT AT THE ENDS! LIGHT IT UP...ARGH!" I'd slammed my pillow around his mouth and muttered in his ear "If you utter another word after me taking this pillow off, you will be severely hurt." I slowly removed the pillow. He smiled sweetly and I plodded over to the bathroom. I hadn't been in there five minutes and the door swung open. There stood Tré, standing as though he'd just made a victorious attempt at something. He cleared his throat and said "I'm gonna serenade you now. Yep, with a gorgeous song.... I WANNA BE YOUR DOMINATED LOVE SLAVE, I WANNA BE THE ONE WHO TAKES THE PAIN!" Tré stopped. He span around and saw Billie standing in the doorway, steaming at the ears. "FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, IF YOU DO NOT STOP SCREAMING AND FUCKING SHOUTING, I WILL TAKE YOUR DRUMSTICKS OFF YOU!" Cringing at his real name, he scooted past Billie, back into the main bedroom. "Hey!" I said, teasing him. A low grumble was what I got in reply. A phone rung. Tré answered it and shouted out. "OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THEM?" he screamed. Oh my god.
Tre's POV
"OH MY GOD!" I repeatedly screamed. Frankito and Ramona had been caught up in an accident, but no one knew how. I glanced over at the photograph on the side of the bed. I grabbed it and stared at it. Why them? Meghan rushed in, her eyebrows knitted together. I let a tear creep down my face. A couple of hours ago, we had been laughing, and we were rat arsed. Now this. Why in fucks name them? I looked at Meghan and couldn't help it. I collapsed in a fit of sobs. Meghan looked like she wanted to cry as well. She didn't, but knelt on the floor, wrapping her arms around me. "Everything will be alright Tré...Everything. I swear." She muttered to me, like a mother reassuring her child. Would everything be ok?
