All the Time, chapter 4
Sam was sitting on C.'s couch wrapped up in a blanket watching some old movie that she couldn't remember the name of. She left the hotel with Adrienne after they saw Tre and Billie dancing in her bras and underwear. It was quite an interesting sight you could say. She called a cab and went to C.'s house. The glow reflected on her face. Suddenly the phone rang.
"Hello?" she asked in a tired voice.
"Hiya!"
"What the hell do you want Tre? It's like what 11 o'clock!"
"I just wanted to hiccup, to ask you a question?"
"Can't this wait till morning? It's obvious you're drunk and I'm trying to watch a movie."
"No," he slurred. "I wanted to ask you a hiccup question. Is your to- toi-."
"Spit it out Tre I don't have all night!" Sam said growing impatient.
"Is your hiccup toilet running?"
"Tre! What sorta question is that?"
"Then you better go catch it!" She heard people laughing in the background. She groaned in annoyance. So then she hung up. Then the phone rang again.
"Tre I swear to-"
"Chill, it's just me."
"Sorry C. I just thought you were someone else."
"Someone named Tre apparently. The name sounds so familiar. I'm thinking, thinking. Sam you didn't. You better not mean who I am thinking of."
"Umm."
"Don't tell me that drummer guy from Green Day, when you and Brittany always wore those shirts to school. Don't tell me that's him. Please say it's not true."
"Ok, first of all yeah it's true, and second of all we are not, let me repeat that again, we are not dating ok?"
"Ok, fine whatever you say. I'll be home in about an hour or two, I have to finish up here. Are you ok by yourself there?"
"C. I'm fine."
"I just don't wanna find any naked bodies."
"You won't. I promise. I'll talk to you later, ok bye."
She hung up the phone and directed her attention back to the television set. The movie was nearing an end. She wanted to wait up for C. because she was kind of lonely. She decided to watch another movie, so she took out Seabiscuit. She made her way through the dark trying to find the DVD Player. She smacked her head against the cabinet door.
"Oww! For the love of Pearl!" She found the DVD Player without getting another bump. She went and curled back up in her cocoon of blankets.
***
The smell of pancakes, toast and coffee filled the house as Sam awoke. 'I guess I fell asleep' she thought. She pulled off the blankets stretched her arms over her head. She walked into the kitchen. She saw C. and some man sitting at the table. C. looked up from her coffee.
"Someone's finally up!" The mass of brown hair that was currently unidentified was now identified turned around.
"Ah," she groaned, "please let me delusional right now! I'm going back to bed, well rather the couch." She shuffled her feet toward the living room only to be dragged by Tre to the table.
"You're not going anywhere. Sit." He pointed to the chair.
"No," she said and crossed her arms over her wrinkled Green Day t-shirt.
"Sam sit down. He just came by to drop off something."
"Drop off something?" she raised an eyebrow, "like what? I didn't leave anything over at his hotel. Unless it was my." She gasped. "Don't tell me I left my phone! I was sure I had it." She started to quickly check her pockets.
"You mean a phone like this?" Tre teased holding up her cell phone.
"Give me that back!" she snapped at him. She went to grab the phone but it was held out of her reach. "Tre give me my phone!"
"Nope not until you eat and I can talk to you. So sit and eat."
"Nope, that's not fair, it's MY phone."
"Yeah I like the ringtone, Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I personally would've chosen something with my wonderful voice like Homecoming. But it's your phone."
"You changed it didn't you! Jerk, give me back the fu-" she was given an evil glare by C. "Give it here."
"Nope. You know the deal."
"I never agreed," she mumbled and pulled out the chair and sat down. "Plate."
"What was that Sam?" Sam gave off a glare in C.'s direction.
"Can I have a plate please?" C. handed her the plate. She grabbed a pancake and a piece of toast.
"What, no coffee? Mike would be so appalled. You don't like a lot of stuff. You're a picky eater."
"Don't like coffee, tastes like crap, stunts growth. Need I go on?" Sam quickly realized what Tre was about to say. "Don't even say it," she snapped. "I don't wanna deal with it."
"I wasn't going to even suggest such a thing!" Tre put a hand over his heart pretending to be offended.
"Ass."
"Sam, be nice to our guest!" C. picked up Tre's plate and her own. She walked to the sink and put the plates in. The sunshine spilled in through the window over the sink and danced on the floor.
"Sun's too bright." Sam shielded her eyes.
"I thought you said you don't drink?"
"I don't. When people call late at night, I get tired. Especially for stupid reasons, and hinting that they are so stoned and drunk." Tre received a death glare from Sam.
"I'll just go now. Nice to meet you Tre." C. walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Spill, and give me my phone back. Wait how'd you get here and get the number?"
"What is this twenty questions? I'll tell you calm down." Sam started to trace a pattern on the white tablecloth. "I got the number last night from your phone. Second, I called C. and explained to her that you left your phone and she kindly gave me the address. I came over here this morning for two reasons. First reason to give you your phone back. Second reason to apologize for being such an ass last night."
"You should, you were," her tone softening and eyes meeting his steady gaze.
"So here it is, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you were jet lagged until now. I'm sorry."
"Are you always this serious when you apologize to people or just me? You never seem it. Like after all the interviews and stuff I read, you seem hilarious. Not always so serious." She took a long hard look at him. He didn't have his usual mohawk, instead it was just sticking out everywhere, like he had just woken up. He was sporting a white shirt and some jeans. He looked truly sorry.
"I'm funny eh? Nah just you, beautiful girls like yourself make me act this way."
Now it was his turn to stare at the tablecloth.
"Hello?" she asked in a tired voice.
"Hiya!"
"What the hell do you want Tre? It's like what 11 o'clock!"
"I just wanted to hiccup, to ask you a question?"
"Can't this wait till morning? It's obvious you're drunk and I'm trying to watch a movie."
"No," he slurred. "I wanted to ask you a hiccup question. Is your to- toi-."
"Spit it out Tre I don't have all night!" Sam said growing impatient.
"Is your hiccup toilet running?"
"Tre! What sorta question is that?"
"Then you better go catch it!" She heard people laughing in the background. She groaned in annoyance. So then she hung up. Then the phone rang again.
"Tre I swear to-"
"Chill, it's just me."
"Sorry C. I just thought you were someone else."
"Someone named Tre apparently. The name sounds so familiar. I'm thinking, thinking. Sam you didn't. You better not mean who I am thinking of."
"Umm."
"Don't tell me that drummer guy from Green Day, when you and Brittany always wore those shirts to school. Don't tell me that's him. Please say it's not true."
"Ok, first of all yeah it's true, and second of all we are not, let me repeat that again, we are not dating ok?"
"Ok, fine whatever you say. I'll be home in about an hour or two, I have to finish up here. Are you ok by yourself there?"
"C. I'm fine."
"I just don't wanna find any naked bodies."
"You won't. I promise. I'll talk to you later, ok bye."
She hung up the phone and directed her attention back to the television set. The movie was nearing an end. She wanted to wait up for C. because she was kind of lonely. She decided to watch another movie, so she took out Seabiscuit. She made her way through the dark trying to find the DVD Player. She smacked her head against the cabinet door.
"Oww! For the love of Pearl!" She found the DVD Player without getting another bump. She went and curled back up in her cocoon of blankets.
***
The smell of pancakes, toast and coffee filled the house as Sam awoke. 'I guess I fell asleep' she thought. She pulled off the blankets stretched her arms over her head. She walked into the kitchen. She saw C. and some man sitting at the table. C. looked up from her coffee.
"Someone's finally up!" The mass of brown hair that was currently unidentified was now identified turned around.
"Ah," she groaned, "please let me delusional right now! I'm going back to bed, well rather the couch." She shuffled her feet toward the living room only to be dragged by Tre to the table.
"You're not going anywhere. Sit." He pointed to the chair.
"No," she said and crossed her arms over her wrinkled Green Day t-shirt.
"Sam sit down. He just came by to drop off something."
"Drop off something?" she raised an eyebrow, "like what? I didn't leave anything over at his hotel. Unless it was my." She gasped. "Don't tell me I left my phone! I was sure I had it." She started to quickly check her pockets.
"You mean a phone like this?" Tre teased holding up her cell phone.
"Give me that back!" she snapped at him. She went to grab the phone but it was held out of her reach. "Tre give me my phone!"
"Nope not until you eat and I can talk to you. So sit and eat."
"Nope, that's not fair, it's MY phone."
"Yeah I like the ringtone, Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I personally would've chosen something with my wonderful voice like Homecoming. But it's your phone."
"You changed it didn't you! Jerk, give me back the fu-" she was given an evil glare by C. "Give it here."
"Nope. You know the deal."
"I never agreed," she mumbled and pulled out the chair and sat down. "Plate."
"What was that Sam?" Sam gave off a glare in C.'s direction.
"Can I have a plate please?" C. handed her the plate. She grabbed a pancake and a piece of toast.
"What, no coffee? Mike would be so appalled. You don't like a lot of stuff. You're a picky eater."
"Don't like coffee, tastes like crap, stunts growth. Need I go on?" Sam quickly realized what Tre was about to say. "Don't even say it," she snapped. "I don't wanna deal with it."
"I wasn't going to even suggest such a thing!" Tre put a hand over his heart pretending to be offended.
"Ass."
"Sam, be nice to our guest!" C. picked up Tre's plate and her own. She walked to the sink and put the plates in. The sunshine spilled in through the window over the sink and danced on the floor.
"Sun's too bright." Sam shielded her eyes.
"I thought you said you don't drink?"
"I don't. When people call late at night, I get tired. Especially for stupid reasons, and hinting that they are so stoned and drunk." Tre received a death glare from Sam.
"I'll just go now. Nice to meet you Tre." C. walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Spill, and give me my phone back. Wait how'd you get here and get the number?"
"What is this twenty questions? I'll tell you calm down." Sam started to trace a pattern on the white tablecloth. "I got the number last night from your phone. Second, I called C. and explained to her that you left your phone and she kindly gave me the address. I came over here this morning for two reasons. First reason to give you your phone back. Second reason to apologize for being such an ass last night."
"You should, you were," her tone softening and eyes meeting his steady gaze.
"So here it is, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you were jet lagged until now. I'm sorry."
"Are you always this serious when you apologize to people or just me? You never seem it. Like after all the interviews and stuff I read, you seem hilarious. Not always so serious." She took a long hard look at him. He didn't have his usual mohawk, instead it was just sticking out everywhere, like he had just woken up. He was sporting a white shirt and some jeans. He looked truly sorry.
"I'm funny eh? Nah just you, beautiful girls like yourself make me act this way."
Now it was his turn to stare at the tablecloth.
