Rachina, Green Day And I, chapter 18
***A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER AT RACHEL’S HOUSE***
* Rachel’s POV *
Tre was coming over today and should be here like right now. Since he wasn’t, I decided to go and make myself a sandwich. When I finished making my chicken sandwich, the doorbell went to I placed my plate on the table in the living room and went to answer the door. It was Tre.
“Hey Rachel,� he said, hugging me.
“Hi Tre,� I said, smiling. He walked inside and sat on the couch.
“Is there any chance of me having some of that sandwich?� he said, eyeing my sandwich.
“Depends,� I said.
“On what?� he asked.
“On how good you are at kissing.� I said sitting on top of him.
“Great! That sandwich in mine!� Tre exclaimed. He kissed me, for a long time, and when we pulled apart he said
“Yay! Do I get chicken sandwich now?� Tre asked.
“Only half,� I said.
“Only half??? Wasn’t I a good enough kisser?� Tre asked, sounding shocked.
“Yea, only half. I want some sandwich too!� it was true! I made the sandwich for myself! After we finished our sandwich, and talked, I asked Tre if he wanted to go swimming.
“Swimming? I don’t have my swimmers though!�
“Just go in your undies! It’s not that big deal!�
“Ok.�
“Good, I’m going to get changed ok. You can get changed in my room.�
“Where are you going to change?�
“In the bathroom.� I said and Tre looked slightly disappointed. After I got changed, and Tre was ready, I got a couple of towels from the linen closet. I dived into the pool first, followed by Tre and a giant bomb dive. I laughed, and pushed the hair off his gorgeous face. I looked to the side of the pool, and noticed a couple of those pool noodles. I swum over, hopped out of the pool, and grabbed one of the noodles. Tre was underwater, and didn’t see, which was good. I stood on the edge of the pool, next to where he was going to come up for air. When he did, I slammed down on his head with the noodle. He yelped, and turned around. We were both laughing by now. He saw the pool noodles, and grabbed one, joining me outside the pool. He hit me hard on my leg. I smacked him with the noodle on his side. This progressed into a full on, pool noodle war…which I won. By the end of it, we were both sore, and giggling. Since I won, I did my victory dance, which me and Kym made up in year 6 when were playing softball. When I was batting, she’d pull up her pants REALLY high, swing her hips around, throw her hands in the air, and shout GO RACHEL! It was really embarrassing, and funny. Anyway, while I was doing my victory dance, Tre snuck up behind me, and pushed me into the pool. While he wasn’t looking, I grabbed his leg, pulling him in behind me. When he threw his head out of the water for a breath, I launched my self onto him so I was sitting on his shoulders. My weight pushed him under the water again, causing him to splutter. When I though he’d had enough, I jumped off of him, and allowed him to breath again. His face was a bit red, and he was breathing deeply.
“Sorry about that!� I said.
“It’s k, just need to catch my breath,� he puffed, as if he’d just run a cross country race. I smiled at him, and swum over. I placed my arms around his neck, and kissed him. He smiled, and said
“I think I’ve had enough swimming.�
“Me too.� I agreed. We both climbed out of the pool, and dried ourselves off. Then we went back inside, and got dressed. I put on my jeans, and a singlet, and Tre wore the clothes he had on before. Then, the phone went. I answered it and it was a telemarketer. I hated them so much! More than the doorbell noise!
“Hello. Can I interest you with a free sample of Acne Gone blemish cream?� they said.
“No. Can I interest you with a free sample of kiss my ass?� I said and hung up. Not exactly the best comeback, but at least she was gone. Tre entered the room and sat on the couch.
“Are you hungry?� I asked. It was lunch time anyway.
“Yep.� He answered. I walked into the kitchen, and he followed me.
“I can’t cook much, but I can make two minute noodles.� I said.
“Sounds good to me,� Tre said, smiling. I retrieved two packets from the pantry, half filled a saucepan with water, and placed it on the stove. While we were waiting for it to boil, Tre and I talked and joked, like usual. After the water started boiling, and the noodles were cook, I served them in two bowls and brought them to the table in the living room. Tre immediately started eating, then spat the noodles back out, and started fanning his tongue.
“Um, they’re still hot.� I said, a little too late.
“No thit!� Tre exclaimed, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, which made me laugh a little.
“Thop lauthing at my pain!!!� he said which made me laugh harder. I started eating my noodles.
“How come you didn’t get burnt?� he asked.
“Cuz they’ve cooled off while you were acting like an idiot! Duh!� I answered. I had eaten like a quarter of my meal, looked over, and noticed Tre had already finished.
“Jeez Tre, you eat like a fucking vacuum cleaner!!!� I exclaimed.
“No I don’t! You’re just a slow eater.�
“Tre, you practically inhale your food!� I said, laughing.
“No I don’t!!!� I laughed again, and then continued eating my food at a slow, NORMAL pace. After I finished eating, I asked Tre what he wanted to do.
“Anything! I dunno!� was his answer.
“You’re so helpful.� I said, rolling my eyes. “I know, how about scrabble?� I asked.
“Ok,� was Tre’s answer. I retrieved the scrabble set from the cupboard and set it up. An hour into the game, and I was winning by 78 points.
“Come on! The word tit is so counted!�
“Yea, you’ve already done ‘boobs’, ‘breasts’ and ‘knockers’, why not tit?� I said, sarcastically.
“It’s not my fault!!! These are the letters I’m getting!!!� Tre said loudly. When the game was over, I had won by over a hundred points.
“What do you want to do now?� I asked.
“I dunno!�
“I know!� I said.
* Tre’s POV *
Finally! I hope it isn’t another game she’s gonna flog me in. I looked over and she was busy building what looked like a fort out of pillows.
“What are you doing?� I asked.
“Building a fort, what does it look like?�
“Don’t worry. Why are you building a fort? Should I build one too?� I asked, confused.
“I’m building a fort for my idea, you don’t have to build one, but it would come in handy.� was her answer. I grabbed the pillows off the couch and started putting them together. When we had run out of pillows, she ran to the bedrooms, and returned with several other pillows. When we had used up all the pillows, all the couched and beds were bare, and we each had our own little forts. Rachel went into her bedroom, and returned with a permanent marker, and a couple of pieces of paper.
“Now you name your fort!� she said. She grabbed the marker, and wrote ‘FORT RACHINA’ on one of the pieces of paper, and taped it to hers, then passed me the marker. I wrote ‘MINE’ on the fort, then signed the paper.
“What do we do now?� I asked.
“You’ll see.� She said with an evil grin. She disappeared into another room for a couple of minutes, and returned with two boxes, each filled with bean bags, small stuffed toys, and the occasional scrunched up piece of paper. She handed me one of the boxes, and ran to her fort. I had a bad feeling about this. She peeked over, and hit me hard with one of the beanie babies.
“Hey! That hurt!� I said.
“WELL DUH!!!� she screamed, and pelted me with bean bags.
“AAAAGGGGGHHH!� I shouted, and dove into my fort, ducking for cover. When I thought the attack was over, I grabbed a piece of paper, and threw it over at Rachel. I followed that up with dozens of beanie babies, bean bags, and other assorted stuffed toys. Apparently, she also had big toys in her box. She threw I giant teddy bear at my fort, and almost knocked it over. I dug deep into the box, and eventually found a giant dog. I jumped up to aim better, but as soon as my head was unprotected by the safety of my fort, Rachel hit me in the forehead with something hard. It was a coke can.
“Hey!!! That was painful!!!� I said.
“Must have been a coke can in here,� she said, grinning. I ducked back into my fort, and tried to plan how I was going to beat Rachel. It would be humiliating to have lost this to a girl who wasn’t even my age! I decided I’d find all of the weapons I could (beanie objects) and attempt to knock down Rachel’s fort. I filled my box with “weapons� and tested them to find the hardest one. I aimed at one of the fort legs, shot, and hit it. It wobbled. I picked up another huge toy, aimed again, and it collapsed slightly on one side. Good. I aimed again, but missed this time. I picked up the coke can. I aimed carefully, and hit it, making the fort collapse. I ran over, and dumped the entire contents of my box on Rachel. Then I jumped on the ground next to her. We both laughed, and hugged. I heard the front door opened. Kym, surrounded by other girls ran over to see what happened.
“Holy fuck Rachel!!! You trashed the living room!� Kym said, although she sounded happy at the same time. She was standing next to Tara, and two other girls I didn’t recognise. Rachel, seeing the girls, stood up, ran over to one of them, and hugged her. They both started jumping up and down while hugging. Weird.
“Oh my god!!! When did your flight land?� Rachel asked the girl.
“Like two hours ago! It was gonna be a surprise!� she answered. I stood up, letting everyone know I was there.
“Kym, Rachel, Tara, I know you guys, but who are those two?� I asked Everyone looked over, then Kym said
“Tre, this is Laura, and my cousin, Corinne.�
“Seriously? She doesn’t look like you, I mean, she’s…white.� I said. Well, Kym was medium toned, and Asian. But the other girl, Corinne, was white, and had freckles.
“She’s on my dad’s side. Only my mum is Asian.� Kym explained to me, as if I was stupid.
“Ok, thanks,� I said.
“Hey Rachina, is this that guy you were telling me about?� Laura asked.
“Yea, this is Tre.� All the girls looked at each other, and giggled a little bit. Oh shit, what were they planning in their sick little minds??? They all started walking up to me, all of them except for Rachel.
“Rachel, you know the tradition.� Corinne said, with a sick, twisted grin. Ok, I’m over exaggerating, but I just knew they were planning something evil. I backed away, but ran into the couch, and fell over. They were all ganging up on me, while Rachel stood 5 metres away.
“Come on you guys! He’s my boyfriend!!! I know the tradition, just don’t do this!!� she said.
“It didn’t stop you guys from doing this to my boyfriend when we were 15!� Tara said.
“Ok then.� Rachel said, joining in. They trapped me down on the chair while Kym and Rachel ran into their rooms. They returned with arms full of makeup. I noticed all of Kym’s makeup was black, and she didn’t have much of it, but Rachel had heaps. Oh crap, I knew what they were going to do.
Hours later, they had finally finished. I wasn’t allowed near any mirrors, and had no idea whatever the fuck I looked like, although it must have been funny cuz they were all giggling at me. I had been poked, prodded, waxed, blushed, dressed, brushed, glossed, painted, and had several things applied to my face. I was scared, very scared. I ran to the mirror, and they pulled Rachel’s dressing gown off it. I screamed, and shrieked. It was HORIBBLE. THEY MADE ME INTO A GIRL!!!! I was dressed up like a girl. My makeup was done like a girl. I had a fucking jelly bra on for Christ’s sake!!! I was even wearing a fucking dress!!! I was wearing fucking high heals!!!! They had styled my hair, and everything. I hopped, and prayed it was over, but no, they had some other evil plan. The blindfolded me, and pushed me somewhere. They removed my blindfold, and I was standing outside, in the front, on the driveway. A couple of people from across the road were staring, and laughing at me. I blushed, I turned redder than a tomato, while the girls just laughed. I turned around, and Corinne took a photo of me. Damn! She had a camera! Before I could say, or do anything, she took several other photos.
“For all of you guys!� she said. All the girls came over to me, stood around me, and Corinne took one last photo. Then they pulled me back inside, still laughing.
“Come on! Can you help me get this crap off my face??? PLEASE???� I begged them.
“I’ll help you, don’t worry.� Rachel said, still giggling. They removed my makeup, I had a shower, and dressed normal again. I found the girls sitting in Kym’s room, on the floor in a circle leaning in, and talking very quietly. I walked over, and they instantly stopped. They looked at me, and giggled to themselves.
“Shh, don’t tell.� Rachel said to the others.
“What? Is it something about me?� I asked.
“Maybe,� Laura said, and then they giggled again. It must be about me. I hope it wasn’t anything bad.
“Seriously, what was it?� I asked.
“Nothing…� they all say slowly, the giggle.
“Fine then, don’t tell me,� I said. “Are you girls like having a sleepover or something tonight?� I ask.
“Yea, cuz my parents are going away for the week.� Rachel answers, perfect.
“Ok, well, I’m gonna go now, I don’t want to feel left out, or anything.� I say.
“Ok, bye babe.� Rachel says, getting up and kissing me. All of her friends go
“Oooooohhh!� and giggle to themselves. I hug her, and say bye. I sprint to my car, and drive to Mike’s house. I hope he’s home.
* Rachel’s POV *
Tre was coming over today and should be here like right now. Since he wasn’t, I decided to go and make myself a sandwich. When I finished making my chicken sandwich, the doorbell went to I placed my plate on the table in the living room and went to answer the door. It was Tre.
“Hey Rachel,� he said, hugging me.
“Hi Tre,� I said, smiling. He walked inside and sat on the couch.
“Is there any chance of me having some of that sandwich?� he said, eyeing my sandwich.
“Depends,� I said.
“On what?� he asked.
“On how good you are at kissing.� I said sitting on top of him.
“Great! That sandwich in mine!� Tre exclaimed. He kissed me, for a long time, and when we pulled apart he said
“Yay! Do I get chicken sandwich now?� Tre asked.
“Only half,� I said.
“Only half??? Wasn’t I a good enough kisser?� Tre asked, sounding shocked.
“Yea, only half. I want some sandwich too!� it was true! I made the sandwich for myself! After we finished our sandwich, and talked, I asked Tre if he wanted to go swimming.
“Swimming? I don’t have my swimmers though!�
“Just go in your undies! It’s not that big deal!�
“Ok.�
“Good, I’m going to get changed ok. You can get changed in my room.�
“Where are you going to change?�
“In the bathroom.� I said and Tre looked slightly disappointed. After I got changed, and Tre was ready, I got a couple of towels from the linen closet. I dived into the pool first, followed by Tre and a giant bomb dive. I laughed, and pushed the hair off his gorgeous face. I looked to the side of the pool, and noticed a couple of those pool noodles. I swum over, hopped out of the pool, and grabbed one of the noodles. Tre was underwater, and didn’t see, which was good. I stood on the edge of the pool, next to where he was going to come up for air. When he did, I slammed down on his head with the noodle. He yelped, and turned around. We were both laughing by now. He saw the pool noodles, and grabbed one, joining me outside the pool. He hit me hard on my leg. I smacked him with the noodle on his side. This progressed into a full on, pool noodle war…which I won. By the end of it, we were both sore, and giggling. Since I won, I did my victory dance, which me and Kym made up in year 6 when were playing softball. When I was batting, she’d pull up her pants REALLY high, swing her hips around, throw her hands in the air, and shout GO RACHEL! It was really embarrassing, and funny. Anyway, while I was doing my victory dance, Tre snuck up behind me, and pushed me into the pool. While he wasn’t looking, I grabbed his leg, pulling him in behind me. When he threw his head out of the water for a breath, I launched my self onto him so I was sitting on his shoulders. My weight pushed him under the water again, causing him to splutter. When I though he’d had enough, I jumped off of him, and allowed him to breath again. His face was a bit red, and he was breathing deeply.
“Sorry about that!� I said.
“It’s k, just need to catch my breath,� he puffed, as if he’d just run a cross country race. I smiled at him, and swum over. I placed my arms around his neck, and kissed him. He smiled, and said
“I think I’ve had enough swimming.�
“Me too.� I agreed. We both climbed out of the pool, and dried ourselves off. Then we went back inside, and got dressed. I put on my jeans, and a singlet, and Tre wore the clothes he had on before. Then, the phone went. I answered it and it was a telemarketer. I hated them so much! More than the doorbell noise!
“Hello. Can I interest you with a free sample of Acne Gone blemish cream?� they said.
“No. Can I interest you with a free sample of kiss my ass?� I said and hung up. Not exactly the best comeback, but at least she was gone. Tre entered the room and sat on the couch.
“Are you hungry?� I asked. It was lunch time anyway.
“Yep.� He answered. I walked into the kitchen, and he followed me.
“I can’t cook much, but I can make two minute noodles.� I said.
“Sounds good to me,� Tre said, smiling. I retrieved two packets from the pantry, half filled a saucepan with water, and placed it on the stove. While we were waiting for it to boil, Tre and I talked and joked, like usual. After the water started boiling, and the noodles were cook, I served them in two bowls and brought them to the table in the living room. Tre immediately started eating, then spat the noodles back out, and started fanning his tongue.
“Um, they’re still hot.� I said, a little too late.
“No thit!� Tre exclaimed, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, which made me laugh a little.
“Thop lauthing at my pain!!!� he said which made me laugh harder. I started eating my noodles.
“How come you didn’t get burnt?� he asked.
“Cuz they’ve cooled off while you were acting like an idiot! Duh!� I answered. I had eaten like a quarter of my meal, looked over, and noticed Tre had already finished.
“Jeez Tre, you eat like a fucking vacuum cleaner!!!� I exclaimed.
“No I don’t! You’re just a slow eater.�
“Tre, you practically inhale your food!� I said, laughing.
“No I don’t!!!� I laughed again, and then continued eating my food at a slow, NORMAL pace. After I finished eating, I asked Tre what he wanted to do.
“Anything! I dunno!� was his answer.
“You’re so helpful.� I said, rolling my eyes. “I know, how about scrabble?� I asked.
“Ok,� was Tre’s answer. I retrieved the scrabble set from the cupboard and set it up. An hour into the game, and I was winning by 78 points.
“Come on! The word tit is so counted!�
“Yea, you’ve already done ‘boobs’, ‘breasts’ and ‘knockers’, why not tit?� I said, sarcastically.
“It’s not my fault!!! These are the letters I’m getting!!!� Tre said loudly. When the game was over, I had won by over a hundred points.
“What do you want to do now?� I asked.
“I dunno!�
“I know!� I said.
* Tre’s POV *
Finally! I hope it isn’t another game she’s gonna flog me in. I looked over and she was busy building what looked like a fort out of pillows.
“What are you doing?� I asked.
“Building a fort, what does it look like?�
“Don’t worry. Why are you building a fort? Should I build one too?� I asked, confused.
“I’m building a fort for my idea, you don’t have to build one, but it would come in handy.� was her answer. I grabbed the pillows off the couch and started putting them together. When we had run out of pillows, she ran to the bedrooms, and returned with several other pillows. When we had used up all the pillows, all the couched and beds were bare, and we each had our own little forts. Rachel went into her bedroom, and returned with a permanent marker, and a couple of pieces of paper.
“Now you name your fort!� she said. She grabbed the marker, and wrote ‘FORT RACHINA’ on one of the pieces of paper, and taped it to hers, then passed me the marker. I wrote ‘MINE’ on the fort, then signed the paper.
“What do we do now?� I asked.
“You’ll see.� She said with an evil grin. She disappeared into another room for a couple of minutes, and returned with two boxes, each filled with bean bags, small stuffed toys, and the occasional scrunched up piece of paper. She handed me one of the boxes, and ran to her fort. I had a bad feeling about this. She peeked over, and hit me hard with one of the beanie babies.
“Hey! That hurt!� I said.
“WELL DUH!!!� she screamed, and pelted me with bean bags.
“AAAAGGGGGHHH!� I shouted, and dove into my fort, ducking for cover. When I thought the attack was over, I grabbed a piece of paper, and threw it over at Rachel. I followed that up with dozens of beanie babies, bean bags, and other assorted stuffed toys. Apparently, she also had big toys in her box. She threw I giant teddy bear at my fort, and almost knocked it over. I dug deep into the box, and eventually found a giant dog. I jumped up to aim better, but as soon as my head was unprotected by the safety of my fort, Rachel hit me in the forehead with something hard. It was a coke can.
“Hey!!! That was painful!!!� I said.
“Must have been a coke can in here,� she said, grinning. I ducked back into my fort, and tried to plan how I was going to beat Rachel. It would be humiliating to have lost this to a girl who wasn’t even my age! I decided I’d find all of the weapons I could (beanie objects) and attempt to knock down Rachel’s fort. I filled my box with “weapons� and tested them to find the hardest one. I aimed at one of the fort legs, shot, and hit it. It wobbled. I picked up another huge toy, aimed again, and it collapsed slightly on one side. Good. I aimed again, but missed this time. I picked up the coke can. I aimed carefully, and hit it, making the fort collapse. I ran over, and dumped the entire contents of my box on Rachel. Then I jumped on the ground next to her. We both laughed, and hugged. I heard the front door opened. Kym, surrounded by other girls ran over to see what happened.
“Holy fuck Rachel!!! You trashed the living room!� Kym said, although she sounded happy at the same time. She was standing next to Tara, and two other girls I didn’t recognise. Rachel, seeing the girls, stood up, ran over to one of them, and hugged her. They both started jumping up and down while hugging. Weird.
“Oh my god!!! When did your flight land?� Rachel asked the girl.
“Like two hours ago! It was gonna be a surprise!� she answered. I stood up, letting everyone know I was there.
“Kym, Rachel, Tara, I know you guys, but who are those two?� I asked Everyone looked over, then Kym said
“Tre, this is Laura, and my cousin, Corinne.�
“Seriously? She doesn’t look like you, I mean, she’s…white.� I said. Well, Kym was medium toned, and Asian. But the other girl, Corinne, was white, and had freckles.
“She’s on my dad’s side. Only my mum is Asian.� Kym explained to me, as if I was stupid.
“Ok, thanks,� I said.
“Hey Rachina, is this that guy you were telling me about?� Laura asked.
“Yea, this is Tre.� All the girls looked at each other, and giggled a little bit. Oh shit, what were they planning in their sick little minds??? They all started walking up to me, all of them except for Rachel.
“Rachel, you know the tradition.� Corinne said, with a sick, twisted grin. Ok, I’m over exaggerating, but I just knew they were planning something evil. I backed away, but ran into the couch, and fell over. They were all ganging up on me, while Rachel stood 5 metres away.
“Come on you guys! He’s my boyfriend!!! I know the tradition, just don’t do this!!� she said.
“It didn’t stop you guys from doing this to my boyfriend when we were 15!� Tara said.
“Ok then.� Rachel said, joining in. They trapped me down on the chair while Kym and Rachel ran into their rooms. They returned with arms full of makeup. I noticed all of Kym’s makeup was black, and she didn’t have much of it, but Rachel had heaps. Oh crap, I knew what they were going to do.
Hours later, they had finally finished. I wasn’t allowed near any mirrors, and had no idea whatever the fuck I looked like, although it must have been funny cuz they were all giggling at me. I had been poked, prodded, waxed, blushed, dressed, brushed, glossed, painted, and had several things applied to my face. I was scared, very scared. I ran to the mirror, and they pulled Rachel’s dressing gown off it. I screamed, and shrieked. It was HORIBBLE. THEY MADE ME INTO A GIRL!!!! I was dressed up like a girl. My makeup was done like a girl. I had a fucking jelly bra on for Christ’s sake!!! I was even wearing a fucking dress!!! I was wearing fucking high heals!!!! They had styled my hair, and everything. I hopped, and prayed it was over, but no, they had some other evil plan. The blindfolded me, and pushed me somewhere. They removed my blindfold, and I was standing outside, in the front, on the driveway. A couple of people from across the road were staring, and laughing at me. I blushed, I turned redder than a tomato, while the girls just laughed. I turned around, and Corinne took a photo of me. Damn! She had a camera! Before I could say, or do anything, she took several other photos.
“For all of you guys!� she said. All the girls came over to me, stood around me, and Corinne took one last photo. Then they pulled me back inside, still laughing.
“Come on! Can you help me get this crap off my face??? PLEASE???� I begged them.
“I’ll help you, don’t worry.� Rachel said, still giggling. They removed my makeup, I had a shower, and dressed normal again. I found the girls sitting in Kym’s room, on the floor in a circle leaning in, and talking very quietly. I walked over, and they instantly stopped. They looked at me, and giggled to themselves.
“Shh, don’t tell.� Rachel said to the others.
“What? Is it something about me?� I asked.
“Maybe,� Laura said, and then they giggled again. It must be about me. I hope it wasn’t anything bad.
“Seriously, what was it?� I asked.
“Nothing…� they all say slowly, the giggle.
“Fine then, don’t tell me,� I said. “Are you girls like having a sleepover or something tonight?� I ask.
“Yea, cuz my parents are going away for the week.� Rachel answers, perfect.
“Ok, well, I’m gonna go now, I don’t want to feel left out, or anything.� I say.
“Ok, bye babe.� Rachel says, getting up and kissing me. All of her friends go
“Oooooohhh!� and giggle to themselves. I hug her, and say bye. I sprint to my car, and drive to Mike’s house. I hope he’s home.
