Tré Calling, chapter 2
"Um...can I help you?" I asked.
"Huh?" the guy answered, shocked. He spun round to face me. "Er...I was just um..."
"What are you doing at my door?"
"Oh, so you're M. Parsons than?"
"Yep. That's me. Wait a second, who are you?"
The guy looked at me, and the look was one of bemusement.
Suddenly, it hit me.
"Holy shit...you're Tré Cool!"
"That's my name, don't wear it out," he said with a grin.
"How...when...what?" I gasped, leaning against the wall to support myself.
"Ah, so you are a fan then," he said calmly. "You okay there?" He asked, because at this point I had practically collapsed.
'Pull yourself together. You're not a teenie. Act cool.' I thought to myself.
"So, why exactly are you at my door?" I asked, standing up but tripping over my own feet in a rather ungraceful manner.
"Well, this is yours, isn't it?" Tré replied, holding up my phone.
"Yes!" I squealed, and I ran to grab my phone back off him. However, he lifted it just out of my reach. "Hey!" I said.
"I'll give it back on one condition," he said, smirking.
"Okay, what?"
"You have to go on a date with me."
A date with Tré? This was seriously weird. But, oh my God, what an opportunity! "Sure," I answered. "Although, it's a little soon to call it a date. I've only known you for about 10 minutes. Let's just call it... A thank-you-for-finding-my-phone get together?" Tré smiled in response and handed me the phone.
"Great! I'll pick you up at 8 then?"
"Oh, wait, I can't. My friend's coming over for a few drinks. Do you want my number?"
"Too late," Tré answered with a grin. "I already took it off your phone. It's under the title 'Me' in the phone book."
"You've been rifling through my phone book! Shame on you!" I said playfully.
Tré looked a little ashamed, but he didn't stop grinning. "Maybe some other time."
He turned to leave and go down the elevator, but I suddenly shouted.
"Wait, how did you know my address?"
"When you look at the display message, it has your address on it. I thought I'd come and give Miss M. Parsons back her phone."
"Okay then..." I said, grinning. He turned again to press the button for the elevator.
"I'll call you," he said cheekily.
"Wait," I said just as the elevator doors opened. "My name's Maria."
"Maria..." he said, smiling. "That's a pretty name." He blew a kiss over exaggeratedly and then stepped into the elevator.
He disappeared out of sight. For a couple of seconds, I stood, rubbing my eyes in disbelief. I then pinched myself on the arm, and stared at my phone.
*Later on*
I swirled the wine round in my hand and stared into it. I can't believe I gave up a date with Tré Cool to sit and listen to my friend Nathan's girlfriend talk about backpacking around Thailand or something.
Wistfully, I glared at the clock and mentally slapped myself for not getting Tré's number. I downed the last of my wine, mumbled an excuse and shuffled off to my kitchen, to refill my wine. I was going to need it to survive another hour or two in the current company.
Suddenly, Nathan popped up behind me. I smiled genuinely. I loved Nathan, I had known him for about 11 years now, and he was one of my best friends.
Unfortunately, he had no taste in girlfriends.
"So... " He started, smiling. "What do you think of her?"
I took a gulp of my wine, and forced a smile. "She's great," I squeaked.
Nathan studied my features for a while. "Are you sure? You seemed a little... distracted in the lounge."
"No, I'm great. It's just that...you've left her in there on her own."
"She won't mind. What's bothering you? Tell me, or I'll tickle you," he advanced towards me, leaving his glass on the side.
"Oh, God no. Don't you dare tickle me," I said, pointing at him.
"Well?"
"I was just thinking about this guy I met earlier..."
"Really?!? Well, I'll have to meet him. What's he like?"
"God, I could swear you could be a girl Nathan," I teased, poking him lightly in the side.
"Right, you asked for it," he said, grinning, and he began to tickle me.
"Oh! STOP IT! Nathan!" I squealed, writhing and laughing, almost crying. I tried to twist away, but his fingers were like lightning. Just as I was close to breaking into a fit, Nathan's girlfriend walked in through the door.
I could imagine what the scene must have looked like. It probably looked like Nathan and I were in love. I rolled my eyes as Nathan stood up from the floor and went to talk to his girlfriend, but she ran out of the door, eyes brimming with tears. Drama queen.
Nathan looked at me apologetically, and I waved my hand to signal that he could go. He smiled and whispered: "I'll call you," Before dashing out of the apartment to find his girlfriend.
I couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty, but all the same, I was glad that that girl had gone. But I missed Nathan too. With a sigh, I plopped myself down on the sofa and contemplated how the rest of the night would pass.
There was almost a full bottle of wine left on the counter, and as heard as I tried to resist it, I couldn't help but take it and pour myself glass upon glass until I dozed off into a deep slumber.
"Huh?" the guy answered, shocked. He spun round to face me. "Er...I was just um..."
"What are you doing at my door?"
"Oh, so you're M. Parsons than?"
"Yep. That's me. Wait a second, who are you?"
The guy looked at me, and the look was one of bemusement.
Suddenly, it hit me.
"Holy shit...you're Tré Cool!"
"That's my name, don't wear it out," he said with a grin.
"How...when...what?" I gasped, leaning against the wall to support myself.
"Ah, so you are a fan then," he said calmly. "You okay there?" He asked, because at this point I had practically collapsed.
'Pull yourself together. You're not a teenie. Act cool.' I thought to myself.
"So, why exactly are you at my door?" I asked, standing up but tripping over my own feet in a rather ungraceful manner.
"Well, this is yours, isn't it?" Tré replied, holding up my phone.
"Yes!" I squealed, and I ran to grab my phone back off him. However, he lifted it just out of my reach. "Hey!" I said.
"I'll give it back on one condition," he said, smirking.
"Okay, what?"
"You have to go on a date with me."
A date with Tré? This was seriously weird. But, oh my God, what an opportunity! "Sure," I answered. "Although, it's a little soon to call it a date. I've only known you for about 10 minutes. Let's just call it... A thank-you-for-finding-my-phone get together?" Tré smiled in response and handed me the phone.
"Great! I'll pick you up at 8 then?"
"Oh, wait, I can't. My friend's coming over for a few drinks. Do you want my number?"
"Too late," Tré answered with a grin. "I already took it off your phone. It's under the title 'Me' in the phone book."
"You've been rifling through my phone book! Shame on you!" I said playfully.
Tré looked a little ashamed, but he didn't stop grinning. "Maybe some other time."
He turned to leave and go down the elevator, but I suddenly shouted.
"Wait, how did you know my address?"
"When you look at the display message, it has your address on it. I thought I'd come and give Miss M. Parsons back her phone."
"Okay then..." I said, grinning. He turned again to press the button for the elevator.
"I'll call you," he said cheekily.
"Wait," I said just as the elevator doors opened. "My name's Maria."
"Maria..." he said, smiling. "That's a pretty name." He blew a kiss over exaggeratedly and then stepped into the elevator.
He disappeared out of sight. For a couple of seconds, I stood, rubbing my eyes in disbelief. I then pinched myself on the arm, and stared at my phone.
*Later on*
I swirled the wine round in my hand and stared into it. I can't believe I gave up a date with Tré Cool to sit and listen to my friend Nathan's girlfriend talk about backpacking around Thailand or something.
Wistfully, I glared at the clock and mentally slapped myself for not getting Tré's number. I downed the last of my wine, mumbled an excuse and shuffled off to my kitchen, to refill my wine. I was going to need it to survive another hour or two in the current company.
Suddenly, Nathan popped up behind me. I smiled genuinely. I loved Nathan, I had known him for about 11 years now, and he was one of my best friends.
Unfortunately, he had no taste in girlfriends.
"So... " He started, smiling. "What do you think of her?"
I took a gulp of my wine, and forced a smile. "She's great," I squeaked.
Nathan studied my features for a while. "Are you sure? You seemed a little... distracted in the lounge."
"No, I'm great. It's just that...you've left her in there on her own."
"She won't mind. What's bothering you? Tell me, or I'll tickle you," he advanced towards me, leaving his glass on the side.
"Oh, God no. Don't you dare tickle me," I said, pointing at him.
"Well?"
"I was just thinking about this guy I met earlier..."
"Really?!? Well, I'll have to meet him. What's he like?"
"God, I could swear you could be a girl Nathan," I teased, poking him lightly in the side.
"Right, you asked for it," he said, grinning, and he began to tickle me.
"Oh! STOP IT! Nathan!" I squealed, writhing and laughing, almost crying. I tried to twist away, but his fingers were like lightning. Just as I was close to breaking into a fit, Nathan's girlfriend walked in through the door.
I could imagine what the scene must have looked like. It probably looked like Nathan and I were in love. I rolled my eyes as Nathan stood up from the floor and went to talk to his girlfriend, but she ran out of the door, eyes brimming with tears. Drama queen.
Nathan looked at me apologetically, and I waved my hand to signal that he could go. He smiled and whispered: "I'll call you," Before dashing out of the apartment to find his girlfriend.
I couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty, but all the same, I was glad that that girl had gone. But I missed Nathan too. With a sigh, I plopped myself down on the sofa and contemplated how the rest of the night would pass.
There was almost a full bottle of wine left on the counter, and as heard as I tried to resist it, I couldn't help but take it and pour myself glass upon glass until I dozed off into a deep slumber.
