State of Mind, chapter 8
I woke up on a Saturday morning to the sun blazing in my eyes. I smiled as I remembered that I didn't work on the weekends, so I had the two days free to myself to hang out with Billie Joe, Mike and Trè. I sat in bed for another half an hour to clear my head and think about my time spent in California so far. It was good, but I was beginning to miss some of the small things of Australia. Like the Kookaburras first thing in the morning. The open roads and the smell of the eucalyptus trees. I missed the land too much.
Although some parts I didn't miss, like the magpies in the parks that formed conspiracy plots to murder you by swooping, the schools who were filled with little bitches. I still can't believe they went through a whole day without feeling an inch of guilt through their body, calling me names and pushing me around. And I still can't believe that I copped more shit from anyone, even Gemma and Ashley who slept their way around and sold their virginity didn't cop any shit at all. I didn't even talk to anyone, there was nothing bad to say about me, but I still got a mouthful of shit. And I still don't know why. Whenever I went to casual day I wore what ever the hell I wanted. How can they make fun of me and tell me im a "goth" or a "freak" when they basically were wearing a mini-skirts and a top that barely covered anything. Isn't it funny that they could go through this all day and not even think about what I might have been going through, without even thinking about my personal life, social life, or even mental status, funny? Ain't it?
I couldn't even be stuffed thinking about Australia, all it had ever done for me was give me a kick up the ass, and now im giving it back. I was quite happy with my life here; I think things like this never happen. Or never happens much as they should, what I mean is getting accepted to stay at someone's house. This person, whom I hardly knew at the time, could have been a mass murderer, but I couldn't have cared less. Now I have a place I can call home, a family who I can call a family, and friends I can call friends. What more could I possibly want?
I rolled around in bed a few more times before deciding to finally get up and get changed into something. I pulled on a Dead Kennedys t-shirt and my Misfits hoodie. I walked into the kitchen and realized it was pretty late. I opened the cupboard and made myself some toast with Vegemite.
"EWWWWWWW..." came a familiar voice through the kitchen.
"Ohh, and good morning to you Billie Joe" I said taking a bite out of my toast and licking my lips to gross him out. I took my plate over to the bench and packed up the toaster.
"So what are you up to today?" I asked.
"Well I'm gonna go down town with a few friends today, if you're not busy you could come", he asked.
"Nah, its okay. Besides, I've gotta give Trè his jacket back." I said taking another bite out of my toast.
"Well okay then. If you want you can hang out there with Mike and Trè until I come back, you'll probably get bored here all day!" Billie Joe said watching me take another bite out of my toast.
"Ok then, well I'm gonna get going before I pass out from the fumes of that Vegemite toast!" then he looked at me and paused.
"Do you remember how to get to Trè's house?" Bill asked.
"I think I do. You go up the street and take a left, then go down a couple of blocks and go right?" I asked.
"Precisely!" Billie Joe replied. I finished my toast and washed my plate up in the sink.
"Ok then, I better get going. I'll see you later today, bye." I said nudging him in the arm. He punched me lightly in the other arm as I walked on by.
"C-ya." I called out to Billie Joe in the living room as I grabbed Trè's jacket and made my way out the front door.
I walked down a few blocks and made a left. Then I walked down a couple more and took a right. I kept walking strait until I could hear a familiar beat. I came across a familiar looking house and realized that the familiar beat I was hearing was Trè's drumming. "That's the shit" I though. I opened the garage and watched Trè drumming, he obviously didn't hear me coming in cause his drumming didn't stop. His back was facing towards me and I watched his arms flying about the drum set. I leant up against the wooden door frame and crossed my arms. I waited a couple minutes until he had slowed down his pace. I crept up really slowly behind him hoping that I hadn't disturbed him. As I got five inches from him I put my hands on his shoulders and quietly took a deep breath and screamed
"RAAAAAAAAA!" All that happened next was a maniac throwing his drumsticks in the air and falling over his stool. I fell backwards and cracked up laughing. I saw Trè climb up to his feet and approach me. I backed up just a bit thinking maybe I went too far. I couldn't contain myself from laughing. I just couldn't stop. I just scared the living shit out of Trè.
"That was a big mistake!" Trè said still approaching me even more. I kept backing away. I didn't exactly know what he had in plan for me.
"Come here you crazy yobbo!" And as soon as that I felt him plunge into me. He started tickling me like crazy. I could hardly breathe.
"STOP IT TRÈ!!!!" I yelled. I hated being tickled.
"Nope!" Said Trè with an evil grin on his face. I knew he wasn't going to stop. But that wasn't the problem. I was going to wet my pants any minute!
"Trè, please stop. I'M GONNA WET MY PANTS!" but it was too late. As soon as I knew it I had letter` rip. I looked down at my pants and ran as fast as I could into the toilet. I locked myself in there until I heard a knock on the door.
"Isabel?" came Très voice.
"Yes Trè?" I asked sarcastically.
"Come out of there." he replied.
"No, I can't. You made me pee my pants!" I looked into the mirror, I had gone red! I was so embarrassed; I didn't think I could face him all day. And I reeked as well.
"You're joking?" came a serious voice of Très I had never heard before.
"Yeah! You did, you fuckwit!" I replied back. A moment of silence passed before Trè was rolling on the floor laughing.
"I'm gonna get you good. So good that your gonna wish you never messed with this bush wakker!" I yelled. I looked around, then down at my pants. What the hell was I going to do? Trè was still laughing his ass off.
"Ha ha ha, laugh it up. But remember this, YOU ARE SO FUCKED!" I yelled.
"Okay then, just come out and let me see you?" Trè asked
"No!" I bluntly said back to him.
"Oh come on. It can't be that bad? Can it?" He asked
"Well, I stink like my own piss, and my pants are all wet. How about this, YOU let ME have a shower. And then YOU let ME borrow a pair of your pants?" I asked.
"Hmm, well, I did kinda ruin your pants for the day... " he trailed off mumbling...
"Goddammit Trè! GIVE ME A PAIR OF YOUR PANTS AND NO ONE GETS HURT!!!!" I screamed.
'Only you' I mumbled under my breath.
"Well. Ok then, if you really want MY pants, you are most welcome to come in them." Trè said in a cheeky voice.
"GAAAAA! Just give me a pair of pants alright. I don't care if you are wearing them right now and I don't care if they are fresh, just give me a goddamn pair of pants!" I yelled into the door.
"OK!" was what I heard before I could hear a something unzipping. It appeared that Trè had decided to take his pants off and give me those; you just couldn't win with him.
"Ok, open the door so I can give you my pants" Trè said from the other side of the door.
"I'm never gonna win with you am I? I asked politely.
"I wouldn't bet your luck on it." Trè explained.
"Drop the pants outside and walk away from the door!" I said plainly and most sharply. I crept towards the door where I could hear Trè putting the pants on the floor and backing away from them. I took my newly peed on pants off of me and opened the door, I looked left, then right, then left again before deciding to grab the pants and make run for the bathroom. I ran down the corridor in my nickers until I could hear someone catching up behind me. Two arms came around me and tackled me to the floor.
"Haha, gotcha!" Trè yelled.
"Get off me Tre, don't make me unleash my Australian super powers on you!" I said. And what the hell are Australian super powers Isabel?
"Ooh, I'd like you to show me some of those Australian super powers." Tre said in a deeper kind of voice which made me giggle a bit before wriggling out of his grip and squirming my way into the bathroom. I closed the door shut and locked myself in.
I turned the water on and hopped in. I cleaned myself with the soap and I made sure I washed my legs. I didn't know that you could possibly piss your pants from being tickled. It seemed so fake. But I did, and I felt really stupid. I got out of the shower and dried myself with a towel. But there was one more little problem. I had no nickers, mine were all wet. I stood closer to the door in nothing but a towel,
"TRÈ" I yelled hoping id reach him.
"Yes?" came his voice as he was standing right by the door.
"Were you waiting here the whole time?" I asked suspiciously.
"Why do you wanna know?" He asked in a deeper voice.
"Never mind, I wanted to ask if I could borrow like a pair of boxer shorts, preferably ones that are fresh and not in use?" I asked hoping he would have taken my words seriously this time.
"You want my boxer shorts?" he asked dumbly.
"Yes I want your fucking boxer shorts. Remember? You made me piss my pants! Including my nickers!" I yelled.
"Alright." He left the hallway and came back.
"Ok, I've got a pair here but you are gonna have to open the door if you want them." he said.
"Ok, here's the deal" I paused, taking another breath of air,
"You are gong to drop those boxers and take 15 steps down the hallway. Then you are gonna give me the all clear. Ok?" I asked
"Fine with me." He said politely. He did as I said and dropped them. Then I heard him walk away. "Ok, you can come out now." he said.
"Ok, but I swear, if you try pull anything I'm gonna pull your legs over your head!" I said sarcastically.
"Trust me Isabel, I won't." he said with an evil grin perched on his face.
With a twist of a knob I opened the door and looked around. There was Trè all the way down the end of the corridor starting at me. It was probably a bad idea that I was only wearing a towel. I looked around, but no shorts. I looked behind me and over me. But still no shorts. Then I looked down the hallway at Trè who seemed to be smiling, he had a pair of boxers in his hands and was waving them around.
"Trè, give me those shorts!" I explained.
"If you want them, come and get them." Trè said sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out one over the other. He had the boxer shorts in his hands, as I was watching him he made it clear that he wanted me to come over and fetch them. He undid his top button to his shirt and let the boxers 'accidentally fall in there'.
"Oops, my boxer shorts have somehow made their way into my shirt!" Trè explained.
"Don't bother thinking I'm going over there and getting them!" I said. I looked around and waited for him to get up and give them to me but nothing happened. I looked down and around, I finally gave up and walked down the hall in nothing but a towel. I swear this guy absolutely knew how to make things awkward. I walked up to him and stood next to him.
"Give. Me. The. Boxer. Shorts." I said calmly as I placed my hands on my hips. He just looked up and said "Nope."
"GIVE ME THE BOXER SHORTS TRE!" I asked one more time raising my voice a little.
"Nope, you're going to have to get them yourself." He said raising an eyebrow. I returned him an evil grin as I waited for him to give me the shorts. But once again I had failed. There was only one more thing to do. I took a few steps forward and bent down. I held my towel up hoping I wasn't revealing anything. I looked in Très eyes which were wondering around my chest. I turned his head the other way to stop him from looking in my towel. I leant in a bit and looked down his shirt and saw them, sitting down the bottom, then with my hands I lifted up his shirt and put my hand up it and onto his bare stomach.
"Oh Isabel, I didn't know you felt that way about me." Trè decided to awkwardly say making me blush.
"Shut up Trè." I said. I held onto my towel as I stood back up with the pair of boxers in my hand. I turned around to make my way back to the bathroom until I felt a tug from beneath me. Trè pulled on my towel and it fell to the ground leaving me butt naked. I screamed and ran into the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and pulling my Dead Kennedys shirt and Misfits hoodie over my head. I looked over to Trè's pants and boxer shorts; I put them on as well. I crept towards the door and opened it. No sign of Trè, thank god.
I walked down the hallway and through to the other end of the house until I turned the corner and, "BOO!" Trè screamed at me. I jumped and nearly wet myself again.
"Fuck Trè, do you want me to wet my pants again?" I asked.
"Only if you're gonna walk around in nothing but a towel again." Trè explained lowering his head and raising his eyebrow.
"Damn you Septic Tank!" I yelled at Trè before stomping off to the kitchen.
Trè followed me in and stuck out his hand, "Truce?" He asked.
"No Wanker!" I said. I was now making use of the Australian dictionary. I wasn't angry at all with him, just a little annoyed. Maybe he wanted to see how far he can get without bursting my bubble.
"Oh, come on. Peace?" Trè asked. I shook my head.
"NO, you made me wet my pants and then you pulled my towel off me and saw me naked!" I explained.
"If it makes you any better I'll strip down and you can see me naked?" He asked hoping for a positive answer.
"No, if anything that's the last thing I want." I said.
"Are you sure? Cause I could always arrange... ."
"No Trè, I don't want to see you naked." I said.
"Well hows about I make it up to you by ripping off my shirt and smearing that whipped cream over there all over me? And then you can come and lick it off?" Trè asked moving over to the can of whipped cream.
"No Trè I don't want to do that either." I laughed.
"Ok then, I've got it. Close your eyes." Trè asked.
"No, your gon.." I started
"No, really close your eyes." Trè said hiding a laugh. I closed my eyes feeling stupid for doing so, so far this guy had seen me naked and made me pee my pants and for what? All because I scared him.
My eyes were still closed; I could hear Trè making a move for something. I heard a smear of whipped cream come out of a can.
"TRE!" I yelled, as I could feel the cold substance down my neck.
"Now come closer." He said as I opened my eyes.
"What are you gonna do Trè?" I asked. I couldn't help but laugh at this stage, what more could he possibly do to me? I came closer and he bent down a bit towards my neck. I could feel his skin brush past mine; he opened his mouth ad licked off the cream bit by bit. By this stage there were billions and billions of butterflies down in my stomach and I had goosebumps on my skin. As awkward as it felt I couldn't help feeling a great sensation overcome my body. I looked over his shoulder and saw the can of whipped cream. Trè was so eager to lick all of the cream off me that he didn't notice himself being too distracted as I held the can in my hand. I popped the lid off and placed my hands near his but. I pulled the material of his pants away from his butt and sprayed whipped cream into his nickers. I didn't actually think that he minded it at all. All that I had done was made it worse for myself!
"You wanna go down there and lick it off?" Trè asked. I looked at him and bent my head down.
"Not really, I think I'll leave that up to you." I explained. I took hold of the whipped cream and decided that I'm never gonna win with him so I'll just put it all over him. Everywhere, on his shirt, his face, his chest, his legs and his neck. I laughed to myself before realized that Trè was approaching me with an evil grin on his face.
"Come here." he said. I just looked at him, and then backed away.
"Do you really think im that gullible?" I asked.
"Well, of course. You fell for me spreading whipped cream all over your neck so you are probably gonna fall for the next thing I do." Trè said sounding slightly amused.
Five minutes later I could be seen licking Trè squeaky clean. All of the cream had now gone from his body and what was left was a pair of two pleasing teenagers. I looked over at Trè and he looked back. Our eyes connected and didn't break. He leant in and our lips came closer, our lips were about to connect but were distracted by a knock on the door. We turned around now not facing each other as Trè went to get the door.
"Hey Trè." said Mike.
"Oh, hey Mike. You're home early." Tre replied while shuffling through the corridor.
"Yeah, let's just say it didn't go according to plan." said Mike with an unsteady voice.
"Why? What happened?" Trè asked out of curiosity.
""Hmm, look, I'll tell you later. I don't feel like talking about it." Mike concluded while taking off to his room.
Trè came back to the kitchen. We kinda looked at each other awkwardly before realizing it. I decided to say something.
"Who was that?" I asked. I really hated those silent moments.
"Oh, its Mike, he's home." Trè answered. We both looked around the place thinking of things to say when Trè broke the silence.
"You wanna go watch the tube?" He said pointing towards the T.V. room.
"Hehe, T-U-B-E!" I laughed.
"What?" Trè asked staring at me.
"Why the hell is it called a tube?" I asked. I knew I wouldn't get an answer that would sound proper. Why the hell were they called tubes? Did they have a tube running inside them or something?
"Gah!!! I don't know!" Trè said sarcastically. We both laughed and went into the T.V. room and watched a boring sitcom.
Although some parts I didn't miss, like the magpies in the parks that formed conspiracy plots to murder you by swooping, the schools who were filled with little bitches. I still can't believe they went through a whole day without feeling an inch of guilt through their body, calling me names and pushing me around. And I still can't believe that I copped more shit from anyone, even Gemma and Ashley who slept their way around and sold their virginity didn't cop any shit at all. I didn't even talk to anyone, there was nothing bad to say about me, but I still got a mouthful of shit. And I still don't know why. Whenever I went to casual day I wore what ever the hell I wanted. How can they make fun of me and tell me im a "goth" or a "freak" when they basically were wearing a mini-skirts and a top that barely covered anything. Isn't it funny that they could go through this all day and not even think about what I might have been going through, without even thinking about my personal life, social life, or even mental status, funny? Ain't it?
I couldn't even be stuffed thinking about Australia, all it had ever done for me was give me a kick up the ass, and now im giving it back. I was quite happy with my life here; I think things like this never happen. Or never happens much as they should, what I mean is getting accepted to stay at someone's house. This person, whom I hardly knew at the time, could have been a mass murderer, but I couldn't have cared less. Now I have a place I can call home, a family who I can call a family, and friends I can call friends. What more could I possibly want?
I rolled around in bed a few more times before deciding to finally get up and get changed into something. I pulled on a Dead Kennedys t-shirt and my Misfits hoodie. I walked into the kitchen and realized it was pretty late. I opened the cupboard and made myself some toast with Vegemite.
"EWWWWWWW..." came a familiar voice through the kitchen.
"Ohh, and good morning to you Billie Joe" I said taking a bite out of my toast and licking my lips to gross him out. I took my plate over to the bench and packed up the toaster.
"So what are you up to today?" I asked.
"Well I'm gonna go down town with a few friends today, if you're not busy you could come", he asked.
"Nah, its okay. Besides, I've gotta give Trè his jacket back." I said taking another bite out of my toast.
"Well okay then. If you want you can hang out there with Mike and Trè until I come back, you'll probably get bored here all day!" Billie Joe said watching me take another bite out of my toast.
"Ok then, well I'm gonna get going before I pass out from the fumes of that Vegemite toast!" then he looked at me and paused.
"Do you remember how to get to Trè's house?" Bill asked.
"I think I do. You go up the street and take a left, then go down a couple of blocks and go right?" I asked.
"Precisely!" Billie Joe replied. I finished my toast and washed my plate up in the sink.
"Ok then, I better get going. I'll see you later today, bye." I said nudging him in the arm. He punched me lightly in the other arm as I walked on by.
"C-ya." I called out to Billie Joe in the living room as I grabbed Trè's jacket and made my way out the front door.
I walked down a few blocks and made a left. Then I walked down a couple more and took a right. I kept walking strait until I could hear a familiar beat. I came across a familiar looking house and realized that the familiar beat I was hearing was Trè's drumming. "That's the shit" I though. I opened the garage and watched Trè drumming, he obviously didn't hear me coming in cause his drumming didn't stop. His back was facing towards me and I watched his arms flying about the drum set. I leant up against the wooden door frame and crossed my arms. I waited a couple minutes until he had slowed down his pace. I crept up really slowly behind him hoping that I hadn't disturbed him. As I got five inches from him I put my hands on his shoulders and quietly took a deep breath and screamed
"RAAAAAAAAA!" All that happened next was a maniac throwing his drumsticks in the air and falling over his stool. I fell backwards and cracked up laughing. I saw Trè climb up to his feet and approach me. I backed up just a bit thinking maybe I went too far. I couldn't contain myself from laughing. I just couldn't stop. I just scared the living shit out of Trè.
"That was a big mistake!" Trè said still approaching me even more. I kept backing away. I didn't exactly know what he had in plan for me.
"Come here you crazy yobbo!" And as soon as that I felt him plunge into me. He started tickling me like crazy. I could hardly breathe.
"STOP IT TRÈ!!!!" I yelled. I hated being tickled.
"Nope!" Said Trè with an evil grin on his face. I knew he wasn't going to stop. But that wasn't the problem. I was going to wet my pants any minute!
"Trè, please stop. I'M GONNA WET MY PANTS!" but it was too late. As soon as I knew it I had letter` rip. I looked down at my pants and ran as fast as I could into the toilet. I locked myself in there until I heard a knock on the door.
"Isabel?" came Très voice.
"Yes Trè?" I asked sarcastically.
"Come out of there." he replied.
"No, I can't. You made me pee my pants!" I looked into the mirror, I had gone red! I was so embarrassed; I didn't think I could face him all day. And I reeked as well.
"You're joking?" came a serious voice of Très I had never heard before.
"Yeah! You did, you fuckwit!" I replied back. A moment of silence passed before Trè was rolling on the floor laughing.
"I'm gonna get you good. So good that your gonna wish you never messed with this bush wakker!" I yelled. I looked around, then down at my pants. What the hell was I going to do? Trè was still laughing his ass off.
"Ha ha ha, laugh it up. But remember this, YOU ARE SO FUCKED!" I yelled.
"Okay then, just come out and let me see you?" Trè asked
"No!" I bluntly said back to him.
"Oh come on. It can't be that bad? Can it?" He asked
"Well, I stink like my own piss, and my pants are all wet. How about this, YOU let ME have a shower. And then YOU let ME borrow a pair of your pants?" I asked.
"Hmm, well, I did kinda ruin your pants for the day... " he trailed off mumbling...
"Goddammit Trè! GIVE ME A PAIR OF YOUR PANTS AND NO ONE GETS HURT!!!!" I screamed.
'Only you' I mumbled under my breath.
"Well. Ok then, if you really want MY pants, you are most welcome to come in them." Trè said in a cheeky voice.
"GAAAAA! Just give me a pair of pants alright. I don't care if you are wearing them right now and I don't care if they are fresh, just give me a goddamn pair of pants!" I yelled into the door.
"OK!" was what I heard before I could hear a something unzipping. It appeared that Trè had decided to take his pants off and give me those; you just couldn't win with him.
"Ok, open the door so I can give you my pants" Trè said from the other side of the door.
"I'm never gonna win with you am I? I asked politely.
"I wouldn't bet your luck on it." Trè explained.
"Drop the pants outside and walk away from the door!" I said plainly and most sharply. I crept towards the door where I could hear Trè putting the pants on the floor and backing away from them. I took my newly peed on pants off of me and opened the door, I looked left, then right, then left again before deciding to grab the pants and make run for the bathroom. I ran down the corridor in my nickers until I could hear someone catching up behind me. Two arms came around me and tackled me to the floor.
"Haha, gotcha!" Trè yelled.
"Get off me Tre, don't make me unleash my Australian super powers on you!" I said. And what the hell are Australian super powers Isabel?
"Ooh, I'd like you to show me some of those Australian super powers." Tre said in a deeper kind of voice which made me giggle a bit before wriggling out of his grip and squirming my way into the bathroom. I closed the door shut and locked myself in.
I turned the water on and hopped in. I cleaned myself with the soap and I made sure I washed my legs. I didn't know that you could possibly piss your pants from being tickled. It seemed so fake. But I did, and I felt really stupid. I got out of the shower and dried myself with a towel. But there was one more little problem. I had no nickers, mine were all wet. I stood closer to the door in nothing but a towel,
"TRÈ" I yelled hoping id reach him.
"Yes?" came his voice as he was standing right by the door.
"Were you waiting here the whole time?" I asked suspiciously.
"Why do you wanna know?" He asked in a deeper voice.
"Never mind, I wanted to ask if I could borrow like a pair of boxer shorts, preferably ones that are fresh and not in use?" I asked hoping he would have taken my words seriously this time.
"You want my boxer shorts?" he asked dumbly.
"Yes I want your fucking boxer shorts. Remember? You made me piss my pants! Including my nickers!" I yelled.
"Alright." He left the hallway and came back.
"Ok, I've got a pair here but you are gonna have to open the door if you want them." he said.
"Ok, here's the deal" I paused, taking another breath of air,
"You are gong to drop those boxers and take 15 steps down the hallway. Then you are gonna give me the all clear. Ok?" I asked
"Fine with me." He said politely. He did as I said and dropped them. Then I heard him walk away. "Ok, you can come out now." he said.
"Ok, but I swear, if you try pull anything I'm gonna pull your legs over your head!" I said sarcastically.
"Trust me Isabel, I won't." he said with an evil grin perched on his face.
With a twist of a knob I opened the door and looked around. There was Trè all the way down the end of the corridor starting at me. It was probably a bad idea that I was only wearing a towel. I looked around, but no shorts. I looked behind me and over me. But still no shorts. Then I looked down the hallway at Trè who seemed to be smiling, he had a pair of boxers in his hands and was waving them around.
"Trè, give me those shorts!" I explained.
"If you want them, come and get them." Trè said sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out one over the other. He had the boxer shorts in his hands, as I was watching him he made it clear that he wanted me to come over and fetch them. He undid his top button to his shirt and let the boxers 'accidentally fall in there'.
"Oops, my boxer shorts have somehow made their way into my shirt!" Trè explained.
"Don't bother thinking I'm going over there and getting them!" I said. I looked around and waited for him to get up and give them to me but nothing happened. I looked down and around, I finally gave up and walked down the hall in nothing but a towel. I swear this guy absolutely knew how to make things awkward. I walked up to him and stood next to him.
"Give. Me. The. Boxer. Shorts." I said calmly as I placed my hands on my hips. He just looked up and said "Nope."
"GIVE ME THE BOXER SHORTS TRE!" I asked one more time raising my voice a little.
"Nope, you're going to have to get them yourself." He said raising an eyebrow. I returned him an evil grin as I waited for him to give me the shorts. But once again I had failed. There was only one more thing to do. I took a few steps forward and bent down. I held my towel up hoping I wasn't revealing anything. I looked in Très eyes which were wondering around my chest. I turned his head the other way to stop him from looking in my towel. I leant in a bit and looked down his shirt and saw them, sitting down the bottom, then with my hands I lifted up his shirt and put my hand up it and onto his bare stomach.
"Oh Isabel, I didn't know you felt that way about me." Trè decided to awkwardly say making me blush.
"Shut up Trè." I said. I held onto my towel as I stood back up with the pair of boxers in my hand. I turned around to make my way back to the bathroom until I felt a tug from beneath me. Trè pulled on my towel and it fell to the ground leaving me butt naked. I screamed and ran into the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and pulling my Dead Kennedys shirt and Misfits hoodie over my head. I looked over to Trè's pants and boxer shorts; I put them on as well. I crept towards the door and opened it. No sign of Trè, thank god.
I walked down the hallway and through to the other end of the house until I turned the corner and, "BOO!" Trè screamed at me. I jumped and nearly wet myself again.
"Fuck Trè, do you want me to wet my pants again?" I asked.
"Only if you're gonna walk around in nothing but a towel again." Trè explained lowering his head and raising his eyebrow.
"Damn you Septic Tank!" I yelled at Trè before stomping off to the kitchen.
Trè followed me in and stuck out his hand, "Truce?" He asked.
"No Wanker!" I said. I was now making use of the Australian dictionary. I wasn't angry at all with him, just a little annoyed. Maybe he wanted to see how far he can get without bursting my bubble.
"Oh, come on. Peace?" Trè asked. I shook my head.
"NO, you made me wet my pants and then you pulled my towel off me and saw me naked!" I explained.
"If it makes you any better I'll strip down and you can see me naked?" He asked hoping for a positive answer.
"No, if anything that's the last thing I want." I said.
"Are you sure? Cause I could always arrange... ."
"No Trè, I don't want to see you naked." I said.
"Well hows about I make it up to you by ripping off my shirt and smearing that whipped cream over there all over me? And then you can come and lick it off?" Trè asked moving over to the can of whipped cream.
"No Trè I don't want to do that either." I laughed.
"Ok then, I've got it. Close your eyes." Trè asked.
"No, your gon.." I started
"No, really close your eyes." Trè said hiding a laugh. I closed my eyes feeling stupid for doing so, so far this guy had seen me naked and made me pee my pants and for what? All because I scared him.
My eyes were still closed; I could hear Trè making a move for something. I heard a smear of whipped cream come out of a can.
"TRE!" I yelled, as I could feel the cold substance down my neck.
"Now come closer." He said as I opened my eyes.
"What are you gonna do Trè?" I asked. I couldn't help but laugh at this stage, what more could he possibly do to me? I came closer and he bent down a bit towards my neck. I could feel his skin brush past mine; he opened his mouth ad licked off the cream bit by bit. By this stage there were billions and billions of butterflies down in my stomach and I had goosebumps on my skin. As awkward as it felt I couldn't help feeling a great sensation overcome my body. I looked over his shoulder and saw the can of whipped cream. Trè was so eager to lick all of the cream off me that he didn't notice himself being too distracted as I held the can in my hand. I popped the lid off and placed my hands near his but. I pulled the material of his pants away from his butt and sprayed whipped cream into his nickers. I didn't actually think that he minded it at all. All that I had done was made it worse for myself!
"You wanna go down there and lick it off?" Trè asked. I looked at him and bent my head down.
"Not really, I think I'll leave that up to you." I explained. I took hold of the whipped cream and decided that I'm never gonna win with him so I'll just put it all over him. Everywhere, on his shirt, his face, his chest, his legs and his neck. I laughed to myself before realized that Trè was approaching me with an evil grin on his face.
"Come here." he said. I just looked at him, and then backed away.
"Do you really think im that gullible?" I asked.
"Well, of course. You fell for me spreading whipped cream all over your neck so you are probably gonna fall for the next thing I do." Trè said sounding slightly amused.
Five minutes later I could be seen licking Trè squeaky clean. All of the cream had now gone from his body and what was left was a pair of two pleasing teenagers. I looked over at Trè and he looked back. Our eyes connected and didn't break. He leant in and our lips came closer, our lips were about to connect but were distracted by a knock on the door. We turned around now not facing each other as Trè went to get the door.
"Hey Trè." said Mike.
"Oh, hey Mike. You're home early." Tre replied while shuffling through the corridor.
"Yeah, let's just say it didn't go according to plan." said Mike with an unsteady voice.
"Why? What happened?" Trè asked out of curiosity.
""Hmm, look, I'll tell you later. I don't feel like talking about it." Mike concluded while taking off to his room.
Trè came back to the kitchen. We kinda looked at each other awkwardly before realizing it. I decided to say something.
"Who was that?" I asked. I really hated those silent moments.
"Oh, its Mike, he's home." Trè answered. We both looked around the place thinking of things to say when Trè broke the silence.
"You wanna go watch the tube?" He said pointing towards the T.V. room.
"Hehe, T-U-B-E!" I laughed.
"What?" Trè asked staring at me.
"Why the hell is it called a tube?" I asked. I knew I wouldn't get an answer that would sound proper. Why the hell were they called tubes? Did they have a tube running inside them or something?
"Gah!!! I don't know!" Trè said sarcastically. We both laughed and went into the T.V. room and watched a boring sitcom.
