State of Mind, chapter 9
I looked over at Trè who seemed very un-interested in the TV. I wouldn't blame him, day-time TV drove me up the wall. What was wrong with the television stations? Couldn't they find anything good to play; even Scooby-Doo re-runs would have been great.
"Trè, you still awake, you look bored?" I spoke, the first in ages.
"Yeah, im still awake, barely," Trè said while shuffling about on the big chair.
"I can't stand this show, its so boring. Let's do something," I said.
"Yeah, lets do something," Trè said not long after me. What could we do?
"How are my pants feeling?" Trè asked sounding slightly amused. I looked at him.
"They feel fine Trè," I said with a feeling of frustration and sarcasm running through my words. I gave him a greasy but then laughed. A moment passed and then,
"Im sorry" were the words that finally came out of Très mouth.
"What was that?" I asked, turning my head on an angle to get a better view.
"I said im sorry," Trè repeated. I nearly started laughing at the sincerity in his voice.
"I couldn't hear you, say it again," I asked laughing.
"I said im fucking sorry," Trè yelled into my ear.
"Hang on, one more time. I just wanna hear it one more time," I asked. He was finally admitting he was wrong and sorry.
Trè climbed out of his chair, made his way over to mine and pinned me down.
"I-AM-SORRY," Trè said. I looked into his eyes as he looked back at me in the same way. We stopped making any form of movement or sound, the room was dead silent. We kept looking into each other. Trè leant in a bit and I moved my head forward. Our lips connected and we shared a kiss. My mind grew over a thousand times and my stomach was doing back flips. He left my lips and looked into my eyes, I stared back at him and smiled, he smiled back at me. We both kind of looked down at the ground and twiddled our thumbs. Yeah, I did like Trè, A LOT, but I didn't know he liked me back. Maybe he didn't. I don't know, I don't want to think about it right now. I was too busy wondering what happened right before.
"So what do you want to do now?" I asked breaking the silence. I looked over at Trè as he moved his head towards mine.
"Tell me about yourself. Why did you come here," he asked curiously. I bowed my head and thought about it myself.
"Well, I came out here basically because my life in Australia gave me nothing but a kick in the ass. I used to get picked on at school, my family were fucked up. I had no life there," I stopped.
"You got picked on?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Picked on, Bullied, Whatever you want to call it. I was, well let's just say 'unique'. I was the only person who had ever even heard of the Ramones or Dead Kennedys or Misfits." Trè looked at me weirdly,
"Are you serious?" he asked, melodramatically putting a hand over his mouth and gasping.
"Yup. And it really sucked cause they would bag me and call me a 'Goth' or 'Emo'. I didn't even fucking do anything. And then one day I had enough and this girl, Gemma, she was a bitch and no doubt still is, and she was the one who started this whole 'you're a Goth' routine. She would come over to me at the end of class and piss me off and then one day I couldn't take it anymore and I punched her in the mouth. It felt so good, I watched her fall to the ground and all of her friends looked at me and helped her up. Right after that I cleaned out my locker went home, and packed my bags."
"Shit! You punched her in the mouth?" Trè asked slightly amused. My boneish figure wouldn't seem possible to punch someone in the mouth.
"Yep, but guess what? When I got home from school the principal had sent home a letter and not only had I punched her in the mouth but I had also broken her jaw!" I said, my voice gaining volume as I went along.
"That was the only thing that gave me motivation, I guess. Being able to punch your worst enemy in the face isn't that easy. But I did it and it's done!" I explained.
"Ha!!! You broke her jaw; I would have done the same," Trè said nodding his head.
"So why California, out of all the other places in the world, why here?" Trè asked crossing his legs on the couch making himself more comfortable.
"Well, I know this will most definitely sound stupid, but you know that Ramones song, California Sun?" I asked looking over at Trè.
"How could I not?" Trè answered seeming to be a proud Ramones fan.
"Well, I thought, what the hell, im gonna go to California, by the way the Ramones put it, it sounds pretty good. And plus the fact that all good bands are here, like the Dead Kennedys, umm well bands like them," I said.
"Hey, that's pretty smart," Trè replied.
"Well im glad you made the right choice cause now you have a safe place to go. And you have Mike and Billie and how could I not forget, you have me," Trè said pointing to himself and giving me a hug. I smiled and hugged him back. We sat in each others arms for as long as we could remember until we fell asleep.
I woke up an hour later with a blanket wrapped around me. I was lying on the couch. I rubbed my eyes and leant up supporting myself with my arms. I looked around, but no sign of Trè. I got up and walked around to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I looked outside the kitchen window and there was Trè hanging up my pants on the clothesline. I knocked on the glass and he turned around. I hoped this time that I hadn't scared him cause I don't wanna wet my pants again, or his for that matter. He gave me a wave and blew me a kiss. I waved back and blushed. He made his way towards the door and came inside.
"Wakey-wakey sleepy head," he said to me as he patted my head. I yawned and put my glass down.
"Ohh, I thought it would only be fair if I washed your pants for you," Trè said heading for the fridge.
"Thanks Trè, but I will have to wear these pants home, I doubt they will be dry by the time I leave" I said moving towards the bench and sitting on it.
"If you wish, you're just going to have to explain to everyone why you are wearing MY pants." Trè said, and then we both started laughing. I didn't know how I was going to explain that.
"And how am I gonna explain that?" I asked.
"Don't ask me! You're the one wearing MY pants," he stated.
"True, well im sure they will believe me," I said.
"Oh, I'm sure they will too. They're just gonna give you a shit for the rest of your life!" Trè laughed and I laughed in unison.
"Where is Mike, I heard him come a while ago," I asked.
"Well I think we better leave Mike alone for now, I think his date didn't go out as well as he planned," Trè explained.
"Ohh, ok. Will he be alright?" I asked,
"Yeah, I think he'll hang in there," Trè answered.
"That's good," Mike was too nice. He wasn't the complaining type; he just took whatever there was and dealt with it. He didn't express himself that much either, but he's cool.
"So, what do you want to now?" I asked Trè.
"Dunno, what do you wanna do?" I asked him back.
"I don't know, what do you want to do?" Trè replied once more.
"This isn't gonna get us anywhere isn't it?" I asked
"Not particularly" Trè noted. What can we do? I had no clue.
"I've always wanted to learn the drums," I stated.
"You want me to teach you?" he asked. I nodded,
"Hell yeah!"
We walked over to the drum kit and he sat down. He showed me a couple of beats. Then he showed me how to hold the sticks and I started playing. Although I could hardly play, I was getting there. I did as he told me then I decided id wack the cymbals. No point to it, just an urge I couldn't fight. The cymbals were awesome, I couldn't help myself.
"What do you want to do now?" Trè asked putting the drum sticks back into its case.
"I don't know, is there anything to do around here?" I asked moving to the television room.
"All we seem to do is watch TV, and there's never anything good on it anyway," I said.
"Well we could go for a walk to the shops?" said Trè following.
"Hey, have you got any primary schools around here?" I asked looking to him.
"What, you mean elementary schools?"
"Yeah, you got any?" I asked.
"Well yeah, there's a couple around the corner," he replied wondering why the hell I asked such a question.
"Well, you probably think this is stupid but we used to do this all the time growing up. You go to the schools and go on the roof and steal their footballs and tennis balls. Although you may think 'why do I want balls for?' you realize 'you don't' and that you only wanted to take them cause its fun" I said sounding pleased with myself.
"That is the most random thing to be doing, but it's so smart at the same time. Let's do it, but how do you get on the roof?" Trè asked, I hadn't figured that one out yet, at home the walls of the building were ply-wood and easy to grasp and climb, but if we were to climb these ones here id have to check them out first.
"Well we can go down there first and see if the walls are good to climb"
"Ok then, let's go," Trè cheered.
"You got a bag?" I asked.
"What for?" Trè asked.
"To put the balls in, its not like you get a couple or so, you get 200, if you're lucky," I said.
"Wow, 200, you got THAT many?" he asked.
"Yep, and we did absolutely nothing with them, but it was worth stealing them," I said proudly.
"Awesome," Trè said going over to the closet and taking out a fairly large bag.
We walked down a few blocks and around a corner until we came to an old run down looking kind of school. It was perfect. The walls were good to climb and they were stable. I jumped the fence and Trè followed.
"You're gonna go up there?" Trè said as he pointed to the roof.
"Yep," I replied. I looked over to him and he thought I was crazy, it wasn't too high, but it wasn't too low either. It would be a sinch.
"Hey, pass us the bag" I asked putting out my hand in return for the bag. Trè took it off and handed it to me. I put it on and walked over to the wall and put my hands on the boards and held on tight. I placed my feet on the second set of boards and moved my hands up to higher ones. I reached the top with no problem; I looked down and asked Trè to come up. He did the exact same, and he finally made it up. We looked across the tin roof and saw the amount of balls up there. I don't even think there were enough to fit IN the bag.
"There's a shit load up here," Trè said.
"Yeah, it's like Christmas already," I said.
"Let's get to work" I said. We opened the bag and started putting balls into it. We found heaps of tennis balls, a few foot balls and a few bouncy balls and golf balls. There were soccer balls and baseballs. Just like old times. But there were mainly tennis balls up there.
The bag was pretty much full and we had tennis balls shoved into our pockets. We filled ourselves up with tennis balls until we could hardly walk. I grabbed the bag and threw it off the edge; it fell to the ground with a 'thump'.
"That was awesome, but how are we going to get back down?" Trè asked a bit curious. I looked around until we saw a gutter, and if there's a gutter, there's a drain, and if there's a drain, there's a drain pipe. I followed the gutter until we met with a drain pipe.
"We slide down them, it works, unless they are rusty, which I doubt because they don't look it," I said lending a hand to Trè to go first.
"Ok, so I put my foot here and then I let go," he said sliding his way down the pole. When he got down the bottom I leant over the edge and turned my back to I could slide down, I slipped a bit but strait away regained my balance. I slid down the pole freely with a couple of balls falling out of my pockets. I got to my feet at the bottom and picket up the balls and put them in my pockets.
"How was it?" I asked
"Well looking up from here your ass looked fine," Trè answered. I just looked at him,
"Remind me to never to let you go first," I said while turning around.
"Ok," Trè said while slapping my ass. I swear Trè was the must have been the comfortable person I had ever met.
"TRÈ!" I yelled,
"What?" he asked. I ran behind him and slapped him back in the ass. And it felt good.
"You like that don't you?" Trè asked.
"You know I did," I answered. And it was true, I did. I blushed and we both walked on. We walked around the street and saw a car coming our way, when it drove past it beeped its horn at us, he had obviously noticed there was something wrong with us as we looked as if we had 50 tuma's growing out of our bodies. We laughed and waved back until we reached Trè's house.
We plonked ourselves down on the couch and took out all of the balls out of our clothes and bags. We looked around the room and balls were everywhere, all over the place. We just looked at each other in amazement.
"I like what I see," Trè stated. Still looking amazed at what we had collected
"I concur," I replied, looking over at the different balls and rubbish we collected.
"I what?" Trè asked looking confused at my extensive range of vocabulary.
"I concur," I repeated myself. I looked at him before he spoke again.
"And what does that mean?" he asked, looking confused.
"To agree, but I like to concur, you have to Concur to get your pickle tickled," I said, laughing at something someone had once told me.
"You have to concur to get your pickle tickled," I said overcoming a sudden impulse of amusement. I hadn't exactly heard that from anywhere, I kinda pulled it from nowhere. We laughed it off eventually settling down to our usual selves.
"Ohh, ok then, I like that. Remind me one day to use that, cause I can see myself saying that," Trè said patting me on the shoulder.
Trè and I were watching TV peacefully, sitting on the couch. Trè had his left arm around my shoulder and I lapped up all of his attention he was willing to give. I still had this feeling of needing him, for more than a friend. I leant in close enough to pick up his scent, the one I loved. I didn't want to move, I didn't want anyone disturbing the time I had with him. I snuck a peak at his face, I couldn't resist. His figure was just there waiting for me to pounce on, but I put that thought behind me. I hadn't realized how long I had been staring at him for, because as soon as I knew it, he was staring back at me. I turned my head away, and blushed madly.
"There something on my face?" Trè said sarcastically, understanding of what I was doing. I had clearly made it obvious that I had a 'thing' for Trè. And im beginning to sense that he has a 'thing' for me as well.
We kept watching TV, occasionally looking over at each other or changing channels, until we heard a knock on the door. Trè slowly got up, leaving me, regretting the sudden change of actions. I adjusted myself into the seat and looked into the doorway to see who was knocking. I saw a dark haired boy and figured it was Billie Joe. And it was. He walked in the room and didn't realize all of the balls on the floor. He took another step into the room and landed squat on his face.
"Ah, Fuck!" Billie yelled out. I laughed and made my way over to him dodging the balls and trying not to fall myself. I caught onto Billie's arm and lifted him up. Trè came in a second later and saw what had happened.
"Trè, Isabel, what the hell are all these balls doing here?" Bill asked looking over the room and around the table. Trè piped up,
"Well Isabel showed me this neat trick. You can go to elementary schools and climb on the roofs and take their balls" Trè said. I couldn't help but giggle immaturely when he said 'balls'.
"So we went up on the roof and took everything. Look Bill, even a football!" Trè explained walking over and picking up a worn out football.
"I swear Trè; you are the weirdest person. What are we gonna do with all of these tennis balls, we don't even play tennis?" Bill explained.
"I don't know. Im sure we will find something to do with them," Trè replied certainly.
"Anyway, the reason I came was to get Isabel and go home. Mom wants us home for dinner," Bill said finding his way over to the couch.
"Really, ok then, let me get my stuff," I said moving towards my jumper. Billie Joe was just watching TV, he was much unmotivated.
"Trè, where are my pants?" I asked yelling across the room. As soon as that had been said Bill had turned his head on an angle and looked at us. I bowed my head down and giggled to myself at what I had stupidly let out
"Ohh, Bill, trust me, it's not like that," Trè said laughing with me.
"Yeah, what really happened was... uhh... ..I... ..umm..." I said trailing off,
"She pissed her pants," Trè said out in the open, placing his hands on both of his hips,
"TRE" I yelled.
"Well she did, don't deny it," Trè said looking over at Billie Joe who seemed to be completely enjoying our row of arguing.
"So Isabel pissed her pants?" Billie Joe asked looking over at me. I blushed,
"Yes, but that was after Trè tickled me to death. I doubt anyone couldn't have not pissed their pants," Billie and Trè both looked amused,
"Well, what are you waiting for, where are my pants"? I asked Trè.
"Oh, come with me and get them," Trè said taking my hand and leading me into the corridor while Billie Joe sat on the couch and watched TV.
I followed Trè into his room, it had a couple of poster in it and pictures of friends and family. I looked to the left and saw one of my favorite shots of the Ramones. I turned my head to the right and a poster of The Clash stood up on the wall. Trè walked over to his draw and opened it. He took out my pants. He placed them on his bed and motioned me to sit. He sat down and faced me. We looked at each other for a few seconds before Trè spoke.
"Isabel, I just want to say that I had a lot of fun today," he started looking openly at me,
"I did too," I replied still not breaking contact.
We kept looking at each other, not breaking eye contact and forgetting why we had come to his room in the first place. We shift our bodies closer so we were touching each other, and our hands met somewhere in between. We kept looking at each other and reading each others features. The gap between our lips decreased and our eyes closed. I dipped my head slowly and I felt his lips brushing mine gently. Our kiss grew; it turned into a deeper more meaningful kiss. I lay down on the bed and breathed gently as Trè came over and lay on top of me and kissed me again. His hands made his way under my top. I didn't mind, I could control where this went. His hands sent a shiver down my spine. I sighed and smiled. I unzipped my pants and he pulled them off, I found my other ones and pulled them on without Trè seeing too much. He rolled off me and put out his hand to help me up. I extended my hand and was on my feet. I leant into him and gave him a hug and quick kiss on the check.
"Thanks Trè," I said moving slowly towards the door handing Trè his pants back.
We walked out of Trè's room keeping quite and walked back into the television room.
"Ohh, there you two are. What the hell were you doing, did you get lost or something?" Bill asked.
"Nah, I had to change pants," I came up with, anyways, it was true.
"Fair enough, anyways we better be going, my mom might crack it if we don't get home soon. Ill see ya later Trè," Billie said making his way out of the door.
"See ya Bill," Trè answered.
"Bye Trè," I said giving him a smile.
"Bye Isabel," Trè said sneaking me a kiss on the check while Bill wasn't looking.
"Bye," I kissed back.
"Trè, you still awake, you look bored?" I spoke, the first in ages.
"Yeah, im still awake, barely," Trè said while shuffling about on the big chair.
"I can't stand this show, its so boring. Let's do something," I said.
"Yeah, lets do something," Trè said not long after me. What could we do?
"How are my pants feeling?" Trè asked sounding slightly amused. I looked at him.
"They feel fine Trè," I said with a feeling of frustration and sarcasm running through my words. I gave him a greasy but then laughed. A moment passed and then,
"Im sorry" were the words that finally came out of Très mouth.
"What was that?" I asked, turning my head on an angle to get a better view.
"I said im sorry," Trè repeated. I nearly started laughing at the sincerity in his voice.
"I couldn't hear you, say it again," I asked laughing.
"I said im fucking sorry," Trè yelled into my ear.
"Hang on, one more time. I just wanna hear it one more time," I asked. He was finally admitting he was wrong and sorry.
Trè climbed out of his chair, made his way over to mine and pinned me down.
"I-AM-SORRY," Trè said. I looked into his eyes as he looked back at me in the same way. We stopped making any form of movement or sound, the room was dead silent. We kept looking into each other. Trè leant in a bit and I moved my head forward. Our lips connected and we shared a kiss. My mind grew over a thousand times and my stomach was doing back flips. He left my lips and looked into my eyes, I stared back at him and smiled, he smiled back at me. We both kind of looked down at the ground and twiddled our thumbs. Yeah, I did like Trè, A LOT, but I didn't know he liked me back. Maybe he didn't. I don't know, I don't want to think about it right now. I was too busy wondering what happened right before.
"So what do you want to do now?" I asked breaking the silence. I looked over at Trè as he moved his head towards mine.
"Tell me about yourself. Why did you come here," he asked curiously. I bowed my head and thought about it myself.
"Well, I came out here basically because my life in Australia gave me nothing but a kick in the ass. I used to get picked on at school, my family were fucked up. I had no life there," I stopped.
"You got picked on?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Picked on, Bullied, Whatever you want to call it. I was, well let's just say 'unique'. I was the only person who had ever even heard of the Ramones or Dead Kennedys or Misfits." Trè looked at me weirdly,
"Are you serious?" he asked, melodramatically putting a hand over his mouth and gasping.
"Yup. And it really sucked cause they would bag me and call me a 'Goth' or 'Emo'. I didn't even fucking do anything. And then one day I had enough and this girl, Gemma, she was a bitch and no doubt still is, and she was the one who started this whole 'you're a Goth' routine. She would come over to me at the end of class and piss me off and then one day I couldn't take it anymore and I punched her in the mouth. It felt so good, I watched her fall to the ground and all of her friends looked at me and helped her up. Right after that I cleaned out my locker went home, and packed my bags."
"Shit! You punched her in the mouth?" Trè asked slightly amused. My boneish figure wouldn't seem possible to punch someone in the mouth.
"Yep, but guess what? When I got home from school the principal had sent home a letter and not only had I punched her in the mouth but I had also broken her jaw!" I said, my voice gaining volume as I went along.
"That was the only thing that gave me motivation, I guess. Being able to punch your worst enemy in the face isn't that easy. But I did it and it's done!" I explained.
"Ha!!! You broke her jaw; I would have done the same," Trè said nodding his head.
"So why California, out of all the other places in the world, why here?" Trè asked crossing his legs on the couch making himself more comfortable.
"Well, I know this will most definitely sound stupid, but you know that Ramones song, California Sun?" I asked looking over at Trè.
"How could I not?" Trè answered seeming to be a proud Ramones fan.
"Well, I thought, what the hell, im gonna go to California, by the way the Ramones put it, it sounds pretty good. And plus the fact that all good bands are here, like the Dead Kennedys, umm well bands like them," I said.
"Hey, that's pretty smart," Trè replied.
"Well im glad you made the right choice cause now you have a safe place to go. And you have Mike and Billie and how could I not forget, you have me," Trè said pointing to himself and giving me a hug. I smiled and hugged him back. We sat in each others arms for as long as we could remember until we fell asleep.
I woke up an hour later with a blanket wrapped around me. I was lying on the couch. I rubbed my eyes and leant up supporting myself with my arms. I looked around, but no sign of Trè. I got up and walked around to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I looked outside the kitchen window and there was Trè hanging up my pants on the clothesline. I knocked on the glass and he turned around. I hoped this time that I hadn't scared him cause I don't wanna wet my pants again, or his for that matter. He gave me a wave and blew me a kiss. I waved back and blushed. He made his way towards the door and came inside.
"Wakey-wakey sleepy head," he said to me as he patted my head. I yawned and put my glass down.
"Ohh, I thought it would only be fair if I washed your pants for you," Trè said heading for the fridge.
"Thanks Trè, but I will have to wear these pants home, I doubt they will be dry by the time I leave" I said moving towards the bench and sitting on it.
"If you wish, you're just going to have to explain to everyone why you are wearing MY pants." Trè said, and then we both started laughing. I didn't know how I was going to explain that.
"And how am I gonna explain that?" I asked.
"Don't ask me! You're the one wearing MY pants," he stated.
"True, well im sure they will believe me," I said.
"Oh, I'm sure they will too. They're just gonna give you a shit for the rest of your life!" Trè laughed and I laughed in unison.
"Where is Mike, I heard him come a while ago," I asked.
"Well I think we better leave Mike alone for now, I think his date didn't go out as well as he planned," Trè explained.
"Ohh, ok. Will he be alright?" I asked,
"Yeah, I think he'll hang in there," Trè answered.
"That's good," Mike was too nice. He wasn't the complaining type; he just took whatever there was and dealt with it. He didn't express himself that much either, but he's cool.
"So, what do you want to now?" I asked Trè.
"Dunno, what do you wanna do?" I asked him back.
"I don't know, what do you want to do?" Trè replied once more.
"This isn't gonna get us anywhere isn't it?" I asked
"Not particularly" Trè noted. What can we do? I had no clue.
"I've always wanted to learn the drums," I stated.
"You want me to teach you?" he asked. I nodded,
"Hell yeah!"
We walked over to the drum kit and he sat down. He showed me a couple of beats. Then he showed me how to hold the sticks and I started playing. Although I could hardly play, I was getting there. I did as he told me then I decided id wack the cymbals. No point to it, just an urge I couldn't fight. The cymbals were awesome, I couldn't help myself.
"What do you want to do now?" Trè asked putting the drum sticks back into its case.
"I don't know, is there anything to do around here?" I asked moving to the television room.
"All we seem to do is watch TV, and there's never anything good on it anyway," I said.
"Well we could go for a walk to the shops?" said Trè following.
"Hey, have you got any primary schools around here?" I asked looking to him.
"What, you mean elementary schools?"
"Yeah, you got any?" I asked.
"Well yeah, there's a couple around the corner," he replied wondering why the hell I asked such a question.
"Well, you probably think this is stupid but we used to do this all the time growing up. You go to the schools and go on the roof and steal their footballs and tennis balls. Although you may think 'why do I want balls for?' you realize 'you don't' and that you only wanted to take them cause its fun" I said sounding pleased with myself.
"That is the most random thing to be doing, but it's so smart at the same time. Let's do it, but how do you get on the roof?" Trè asked, I hadn't figured that one out yet, at home the walls of the building were ply-wood and easy to grasp and climb, but if we were to climb these ones here id have to check them out first.
"Well we can go down there first and see if the walls are good to climb"
"Ok then, let's go," Trè cheered.
"You got a bag?" I asked.
"What for?" Trè asked.
"To put the balls in, its not like you get a couple or so, you get 200, if you're lucky," I said.
"Wow, 200, you got THAT many?" he asked.
"Yep, and we did absolutely nothing with them, but it was worth stealing them," I said proudly.
"Awesome," Trè said going over to the closet and taking out a fairly large bag.
We walked down a few blocks and around a corner until we came to an old run down looking kind of school. It was perfect. The walls were good to climb and they were stable. I jumped the fence and Trè followed.
"You're gonna go up there?" Trè said as he pointed to the roof.
"Yep," I replied. I looked over to him and he thought I was crazy, it wasn't too high, but it wasn't too low either. It would be a sinch.
"Hey, pass us the bag" I asked putting out my hand in return for the bag. Trè took it off and handed it to me. I put it on and walked over to the wall and put my hands on the boards and held on tight. I placed my feet on the second set of boards and moved my hands up to higher ones. I reached the top with no problem; I looked down and asked Trè to come up. He did the exact same, and he finally made it up. We looked across the tin roof and saw the amount of balls up there. I don't even think there were enough to fit IN the bag.
"There's a shit load up here," Trè said.
"Yeah, it's like Christmas already," I said.
"Let's get to work" I said. We opened the bag and started putting balls into it. We found heaps of tennis balls, a few foot balls and a few bouncy balls and golf balls. There were soccer balls and baseballs. Just like old times. But there were mainly tennis balls up there.
The bag was pretty much full and we had tennis balls shoved into our pockets. We filled ourselves up with tennis balls until we could hardly walk. I grabbed the bag and threw it off the edge; it fell to the ground with a 'thump'.
"That was awesome, but how are we going to get back down?" Trè asked a bit curious. I looked around until we saw a gutter, and if there's a gutter, there's a drain, and if there's a drain, there's a drain pipe. I followed the gutter until we met with a drain pipe.
"We slide down them, it works, unless they are rusty, which I doubt because they don't look it," I said lending a hand to Trè to go first.
"Ok, so I put my foot here and then I let go," he said sliding his way down the pole. When he got down the bottom I leant over the edge and turned my back to I could slide down, I slipped a bit but strait away regained my balance. I slid down the pole freely with a couple of balls falling out of my pockets. I got to my feet at the bottom and picket up the balls and put them in my pockets.
"How was it?" I asked
"Well looking up from here your ass looked fine," Trè answered. I just looked at him,
"Remind me to never to let you go first," I said while turning around.
"Ok," Trè said while slapping my ass. I swear Trè was the must have been the comfortable person I had ever met.
"TRÈ!" I yelled,
"What?" he asked. I ran behind him and slapped him back in the ass. And it felt good.
"You like that don't you?" Trè asked.
"You know I did," I answered. And it was true, I did. I blushed and we both walked on. We walked around the street and saw a car coming our way, when it drove past it beeped its horn at us, he had obviously noticed there was something wrong with us as we looked as if we had 50 tuma's growing out of our bodies. We laughed and waved back until we reached Trè's house.
We plonked ourselves down on the couch and took out all of the balls out of our clothes and bags. We looked around the room and balls were everywhere, all over the place. We just looked at each other in amazement.
"I like what I see," Trè stated. Still looking amazed at what we had collected
"I concur," I replied, looking over at the different balls and rubbish we collected.
"I what?" Trè asked looking confused at my extensive range of vocabulary.
"I concur," I repeated myself. I looked at him before he spoke again.
"And what does that mean?" he asked, looking confused.
"To agree, but I like to concur, you have to Concur to get your pickle tickled," I said, laughing at something someone had once told me.
"You have to concur to get your pickle tickled," I said overcoming a sudden impulse of amusement. I hadn't exactly heard that from anywhere, I kinda pulled it from nowhere. We laughed it off eventually settling down to our usual selves.
"Ohh, ok then, I like that. Remind me one day to use that, cause I can see myself saying that," Trè said patting me on the shoulder.
Trè and I were watching TV peacefully, sitting on the couch. Trè had his left arm around my shoulder and I lapped up all of his attention he was willing to give. I still had this feeling of needing him, for more than a friend. I leant in close enough to pick up his scent, the one I loved. I didn't want to move, I didn't want anyone disturbing the time I had with him. I snuck a peak at his face, I couldn't resist. His figure was just there waiting for me to pounce on, but I put that thought behind me. I hadn't realized how long I had been staring at him for, because as soon as I knew it, he was staring back at me. I turned my head away, and blushed madly.
"There something on my face?" Trè said sarcastically, understanding of what I was doing. I had clearly made it obvious that I had a 'thing' for Trè. And im beginning to sense that he has a 'thing' for me as well.
We kept watching TV, occasionally looking over at each other or changing channels, until we heard a knock on the door. Trè slowly got up, leaving me, regretting the sudden change of actions. I adjusted myself into the seat and looked into the doorway to see who was knocking. I saw a dark haired boy and figured it was Billie Joe. And it was. He walked in the room and didn't realize all of the balls on the floor. He took another step into the room and landed squat on his face.
"Ah, Fuck!" Billie yelled out. I laughed and made my way over to him dodging the balls and trying not to fall myself. I caught onto Billie's arm and lifted him up. Trè came in a second later and saw what had happened.
"Trè, Isabel, what the hell are all these balls doing here?" Bill asked looking over the room and around the table. Trè piped up,
"Well Isabel showed me this neat trick. You can go to elementary schools and climb on the roofs and take their balls" Trè said. I couldn't help but giggle immaturely when he said 'balls'.
"So we went up on the roof and took everything. Look Bill, even a football!" Trè explained walking over and picking up a worn out football.
"I swear Trè; you are the weirdest person. What are we gonna do with all of these tennis balls, we don't even play tennis?" Bill explained.
"I don't know. Im sure we will find something to do with them," Trè replied certainly.
"Anyway, the reason I came was to get Isabel and go home. Mom wants us home for dinner," Bill said finding his way over to the couch.
"Really, ok then, let me get my stuff," I said moving towards my jumper. Billie Joe was just watching TV, he was much unmotivated.
"Trè, where are my pants?" I asked yelling across the room. As soon as that had been said Bill had turned his head on an angle and looked at us. I bowed my head down and giggled to myself at what I had stupidly let out
"Ohh, Bill, trust me, it's not like that," Trè said laughing with me.
"Yeah, what really happened was... uhh... ..I... ..umm..." I said trailing off,
"She pissed her pants," Trè said out in the open, placing his hands on both of his hips,
"TRE" I yelled.
"Well she did, don't deny it," Trè said looking over at Billie Joe who seemed to be completely enjoying our row of arguing.
"So Isabel pissed her pants?" Billie Joe asked looking over at me. I blushed,
"Yes, but that was after Trè tickled me to death. I doubt anyone couldn't have not pissed their pants," Billie and Trè both looked amused,
"Well, what are you waiting for, where are my pants"? I asked Trè.
"Oh, come with me and get them," Trè said taking my hand and leading me into the corridor while Billie Joe sat on the couch and watched TV.
I followed Trè into his room, it had a couple of poster in it and pictures of friends and family. I looked to the left and saw one of my favorite shots of the Ramones. I turned my head to the right and a poster of The Clash stood up on the wall. Trè walked over to his draw and opened it. He took out my pants. He placed them on his bed and motioned me to sit. He sat down and faced me. We looked at each other for a few seconds before Trè spoke.
"Isabel, I just want to say that I had a lot of fun today," he started looking openly at me,
"I did too," I replied still not breaking contact.
We kept looking at each other, not breaking eye contact and forgetting why we had come to his room in the first place. We shift our bodies closer so we were touching each other, and our hands met somewhere in between. We kept looking at each other and reading each others features. The gap between our lips decreased and our eyes closed. I dipped my head slowly and I felt his lips brushing mine gently. Our kiss grew; it turned into a deeper more meaningful kiss. I lay down on the bed and breathed gently as Trè came over and lay on top of me and kissed me again. His hands made his way under my top. I didn't mind, I could control where this went. His hands sent a shiver down my spine. I sighed and smiled. I unzipped my pants and he pulled them off, I found my other ones and pulled them on without Trè seeing too much. He rolled off me and put out his hand to help me up. I extended my hand and was on my feet. I leant into him and gave him a hug and quick kiss on the check.
"Thanks Trè," I said moving slowly towards the door handing Trè his pants back.
We walked out of Trè's room keeping quite and walked back into the television room.
"Ohh, there you two are. What the hell were you doing, did you get lost or something?" Bill asked.
"Nah, I had to change pants," I came up with, anyways, it was true.
"Fair enough, anyways we better be going, my mom might crack it if we don't get home soon. Ill see ya later Trè," Billie said making his way out of the door.
"See ya Bill," Trè answered.
"Bye Trè," I said giving him a smile.
"Bye Isabel," Trè said sneaking me a kiss on the check while Bill wasn't looking.
"Bye," I kissed back.
