Welcome To Paradise, chapter 14
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*2 years later*
Me and Billie were back on friendly terms. After about half a year of thinking, I forgave him. I realized that I loved Tre more than I had ever loved Billie, and the fact of that mixed with the fact that I also cheated on him gave me a good enough reason to forgive him without seeming soft.
All the guys were now 21, and my 21st was coming up fast. Tre had moved into the house with me, taking Billie's old place in my bed, Billie agreed to move into Mike's old room, and Mike happily transfered into the basement.
"Wake up gorgeous."
My eyes fluttered open to see Tre's face about 8 inches away from my face. As slightly creepy as this was, it was also extreamly nice for his beautiful face to be the first thing to greet me on a Monday morning. He leaned forward and brushed my lips, then smiled and got up off the bed. I sat up in the twisted sheets (we had had some fun the previous night) and rubbed my eyes. As I watched Tre find some clothes in the closet, I stood up, but way to fast.
"Ohhhhh, headrush!"
My room span and swum into black as I fell backwards onto the bed, holding my head in my hands. I could hear Tre giggling as he came and lay on the bed next to me, then started jumping around. By some strange coinsedence, he landed on top of me, and started furiously making out with me. I was taken by complete suprise, concidering I was recovering from a huge headrush...but hey, what better medicine?
I smiled as he took my hand and lifted me up off the bed, slowly as not to invoke the evil headrush again. I grinned at him when I came to his head high, and when he let go of my hand, I deliberatly fell backwards again. This time though he caught me bridal style, and ducked me into a sweeped kiss. Instead of lifting me up this time, he slung me over his shoulder.
Billie and Mike didn't know what to say when they saw Tre clomping down the stairs in just boxers, plaid, very sexy, with me dangling over his shoulder with little more than a bra and panties on.
"Me big Cool man! Demand food for me and my bitch!" Caveman voice and all. He waltzed over to the brekfast table were Billie and Mike were happily eating fruit loops and drinking coffee. He then lay me across the empty part of the table, took Mike's coffee and downed the whole cup, much to Mike's horror, and then took Billie's still dry bowl of fruit loops and poured the contence of it over my stomach, and started eating them off it. Mike and Billie watching with highened amusment as I giggled from his hair tickling me. Billie still had the milk carton poised over the bowl which was no longer there by the time Tre had finished.
After a very strange morning, the afternoon went slightly smoother...or so I thought. At around 2:00pm, Mike came out to the trampoline on which me and Tre were playing a game of cloud shapes. We were laughing like crazy after Tre had said that one cloud looked like two chimps doing each other. We sat up at the sound of Mike's rather unhappy voice, and the look on his face was one to match. You could feel the mood drop about 100 gears. Something was kind of wrong.
"Guys, I gotta tell you somthing about Billie..."
Me and Billie were back on friendly terms. After about half a year of thinking, I forgave him. I realized that I loved Tre more than I had ever loved Billie, and the fact of that mixed with the fact that I also cheated on him gave me a good enough reason to forgive him without seeming soft.
All the guys were now 21, and my 21st was coming up fast. Tre had moved into the house with me, taking Billie's old place in my bed, Billie agreed to move into Mike's old room, and Mike happily transfered into the basement.
"Wake up gorgeous."
My eyes fluttered open to see Tre's face about 8 inches away from my face. As slightly creepy as this was, it was also extreamly nice for his beautiful face to be the first thing to greet me on a Monday morning. He leaned forward and brushed my lips, then smiled and got up off the bed. I sat up in the twisted sheets (we had had some fun the previous night) and rubbed my eyes. As I watched Tre find some clothes in the closet, I stood up, but way to fast.
"Ohhhhh, headrush!"
My room span and swum into black as I fell backwards onto the bed, holding my head in my hands. I could hear Tre giggling as he came and lay on the bed next to me, then started jumping around. By some strange coinsedence, he landed on top of me, and started furiously making out with me. I was taken by complete suprise, concidering I was recovering from a huge headrush...but hey, what better medicine?
I smiled as he took my hand and lifted me up off the bed, slowly as not to invoke the evil headrush again. I grinned at him when I came to his head high, and when he let go of my hand, I deliberatly fell backwards again. This time though he caught me bridal style, and ducked me into a sweeped kiss. Instead of lifting me up this time, he slung me over his shoulder.
Billie and Mike didn't know what to say when they saw Tre clomping down the stairs in just boxers, plaid, very sexy, with me dangling over his shoulder with little more than a bra and panties on.
"Me big Cool man! Demand food for me and my bitch!" Caveman voice and all. He waltzed over to the brekfast table were Billie and Mike were happily eating fruit loops and drinking coffee. He then lay me across the empty part of the table, took Mike's coffee and downed the whole cup, much to Mike's horror, and then took Billie's still dry bowl of fruit loops and poured the contence of it over my stomach, and started eating them off it. Mike and Billie watching with highened amusment as I giggled from his hair tickling me. Billie still had the milk carton poised over the bowl which was no longer there by the time Tre had finished.
After a very strange morning, the afternoon went slightly smoother...or so I thought. At around 2:00pm, Mike came out to the trampoline on which me and Tre were playing a game of cloud shapes. We were laughing like crazy after Tre had said that one cloud looked like two chimps doing each other. We sat up at the sound of Mike's rather unhappy voice, and the look on his face was one to match. You could feel the mood drop about 100 gears. Something was kind of wrong.
"Guys, I gotta tell you somthing about Billie..."
