An Angel's Voice, chapter 7
Tre sat in the car, scowling. He remembered what she said to him. It only mad him more mad. "Stop making that face, Tre. You deserved what you got." Billie said coldly. Tre stared at him. Billie stared back. "Woah, guys, come on. Wait until we get to the hotel to fight. I don't want to become a part of this." Mike said, holding up his hands defensively. "Fine." Tre said, and looked out the window. "Fine." Billie said, facing forwards. Mike started the car and they drove to Minneapolis to their hotel. It was silent the whole way there.
When they got to the hotel. They were greeted with excited fans. Billie and Tre ignored them and went straight to the room. Mike stayed behind to sign autographs and take pictures. Billie had the key to the room. Him and Tre walked up the stairs, Tre first, Billie behind. Billie glared at the back of Tre's head. Then Tre got to the room. "Would you hurry the fuck up, old man? Good god, my gramma runs faster than you do." Billie ignored him and opened the door. Tre barged in front of him into the room. "Excuse you. Mother fucker." He said under his breath. Tre whirled around. "Ok. Billie-" He spoke quietly but he had just as much anger in his voice. "Look, I'm sorry for what I said to her. Alright? I just... Got mad, that's all. Ok?" Billie continued glaring at him. "Why are you telling me this? I'm not the one who needs to hear it." Tre just now realized it. Billie was right. He didn't need to hear it. Sara did. He looked up at Billie. "I have to go." Billie cut off his glare and now looked at his friend like he was crazy. "Go? Where?" But Tre already charged out the door.
He jumped in the car and drove to the nearest gas station. He charged through the door. He ran up to the clerk. "I need a phone book!" he said, panting. The clerk's eyes widened. "Your... Your..." "Your mom." Tre said and ran out the door back into the car. He tried this a number of times. But he always ran out of the gas station, escaping crazed fans. He gave up. He went to the nearest bar. He trudged in and sat at the stool. He put his head down on the counter. "What'll ya have?" He heard the waitress at the bar ask him. Wait, he recognized that voice. He looked up. It was her. Sara. Apparently, she didn't know it was Tre until just now. She stared for a moment and then just walked away. Tre ran after her. "Sara! Wait!" He grabbed her arm. She snatched it away. "Let go of me! How dare you grab me like that!" She whirled around and started walking away from him again. "Sara, please. I didn't mean it." She went into the kitchen. He followed, ignoring the "employees only" sign. She turned to face him. "Listen, Tre. And listen good. I don't want anything to do with you. So just get out of this bar before I call security." Tre stared at her. He felt like he was just punched in the stomach. "But, Sara, I didn't mean it." She just looked at him. She spoke slowly. "I... Don't... Care." She walked back to the bar. Tre wasn't going to give up.
He trotted up to her. "I'm not leaving until you forgive me for what I said." She stifled a fake laugh. "I have two security guards who say you are leaving. Now." "They can shoot me if they want to." Tre said. "I'm not leaving until everything is ok between us." Sara sighed. She spoke quietly. "Why should I?" Tre put some thought into this question. "Because..." She looked at him expectantly. "Because, I can't live with myself. For what I said, I mean. Sara, I really like you. I do. And I don't want to ruin it because I was a little mad. Please, please forgive me. Please?" Tre's eyes looked sad. Sara stayed silent. Tre's frown deepened. "Ok, I know. I'm leaving." His voice was shaking. He turned and started walking out the door. "Tre, wait!" Sara ran towords him. He turned around. She stopped directly in front of him. "You really mean it?" She whispered. Tre nodded. "Of course I did. Every word." She lunged herself into his arms and hugged him. Tre held her tight. "I'm so sorry." he whispered. He put his hand under her chin and tilted her head until her eyes were looking directly into his. He pressed his lips onto hers. She pulled away. "Tre, we can't." She smiled. He smiled mischievously. "Why not?" He wrapped his arms around her waist. She slid them away. "Well, I'm working. But that's not the problem. I'm 17, you're 34. There's a huge difference." Tre looked sad. He gave her the puppy-dog pout. "It's not a huge difference, only a little." "A little? Tre, I'm half your age!" Tre frowned. "But I really like you. A lot." She looked at him with pity. "I know, I like you, too but it just doesn't work. Tell you what." She said, slapping his ass. "We'll discuss it after I'm done with work." Tre whined. "How long will that be?" She sarcastically whined back. "In 2 hours." Tre pouted. He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down his hotel and hotel number. Then he kissed her and headed back to the hotel.
When they got to the hotel. They were greeted with excited fans. Billie and Tre ignored them and went straight to the room. Mike stayed behind to sign autographs and take pictures. Billie had the key to the room. Him and Tre walked up the stairs, Tre first, Billie behind. Billie glared at the back of Tre's head. Then Tre got to the room. "Would you hurry the fuck up, old man? Good god, my gramma runs faster than you do." Billie ignored him and opened the door. Tre barged in front of him into the room. "Excuse you. Mother fucker." He said under his breath. Tre whirled around. "Ok. Billie-" He spoke quietly but he had just as much anger in his voice. "Look, I'm sorry for what I said to her. Alright? I just... Got mad, that's all. Ok?" Billie continued glaring at him. "Why are you telling me this? I'm not the one who needs to hear it." Tre just now realized it. Billie was right. He didn't need to hear it. Sara did. He looked up at Billie. "I have to go." Billie cut off his glare and now looked at his friend like he was crazy. "Go? Where?" But Tre already charged out the door.
He jumped in the car and drove to the nearest gas station. He charged through the door. He ran up to the clerk. "I need a phone book!" he said, panting. The clerk's eyes widened. "Your... Your..." "Your mom." Tre said and ran out the door back into the car. He tried this a number of times. But he always ran out of the gas station, escaping crazed fans. He gave up. He went to the nearest bar. He trudged in and sat at the stool. He put his head down on the counter. "What'll ya have?" He heard the waitress at the bar ask him. Wait, he recognized that voice. He looked up. It was her. Sara. Apparently, she didn't know it was Tre until just now. She stared for a moment and then just walked away. Tre ran after her. "Sara! Wait!" He grabbed her arm. She snatched it away. "Let go of me! How dare you grab me like that!" She whirled around and started walking away from him again. "Sara, please. I didn't mean it." She went into the kitchen. He followed, ignoring the "employees only" sign. She turned to face him. "Listen, Tre. And listen good. I don't want anything to do with you. So just get out of this bar before I call security." Tre stared at her. He felt like he was just punched in the stomach. "But, Sara, I didn't mean it." She just looked at him. She spoke slowly. "I... Don't... Care." She walked back to the bar. Tre wasn't going to give up.
He trotted up to her. "I'm not leaving until you forgive me for what I said." She stifled a fake laugh. "I have two security guards who say you are leaving. Now." "They can shoot me if they want to." Tre said. "I'm not leaving until everything is ok between us." Sara sighed. She spoke quietly. "Why should I?" Tre put some thought into this question. "Because..." She looked at him expectantly. "Because, I can't live with myself. For what I said, I mean. Sara, I really like you. I do. And I don't want to ruin it because I was a little mad. Please, please forgive me. Please?" Tre's eyes looked sad. Sara stayed silent. Tre's frown deepened. "Ok, I know. I'm leaving." His voice was shaking. He turned and started walking out the door. "Tre, wait!" Sara ran towords him. He turned around. She stopped directly in front of him. "You really mean it?" She whispered. Tre nodded. "Of course I did. Every word." She lunged herself into his arms and hugged him. Tre held her tight. "I'm so sorry." he whispered. He put his hand under her chin and tilted her head until her eyes were looking directly into his. He pressed his lips onto hers. She pulled away. "Tre, we can't." She smiled. He smiled mischievously. "Why not?" He wrapped his arms around her waist. She slid them away. "Well, I'm working. But that's not the problem. I'm 17, you're 34. There's a huge difference." Tre looked sad. He gave her the puppy-dog pout. "It's not a huge difference, only a little." "A little? Tre, I'm half your age!" Tre frowned. "But I really like you. A lot." She looked at him with pity. "I know, I like you, too but it just doesn't work. Tell you what." She said, slapping his ass. "We'll discuss it after I'm done with work." Tre whined. "How long will that be?" She sarcastically whined back. "In 2 hours." Tre pouted. He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down his hotel and hotel number. Then he kissed her and headed back to the hotel.
