Tré Calling, chapter 9
I looked up at my new ceiling. This bedroom was certainly...different to before. But it was different in a nice way. I rolled over on my new double bed, reaching into one of my moving boxes titled; 'Bedroom 1' and removing a diary.
I flicked through several of the pages, reminiscing at each page. Some earning a smile to play at the corner of my mouth, and others receiving a frown and an angry flick of the page.
I turned to a page about midway through the book, noticing how my handwriting had differed. There it was. My first real kiss with Tré. That was about two months ago... as odd as that may seem. And in those last two months I had moved apartments two times.
Grinning now, I turned to an entry I had put in about a month ago. It was a fantastic memory.
Dear Diary,
Today, Tré took me to meet Billie Joe and Mike. I also met Adrienne and Brittney. We had such an awesome time. We're lucky that at the moment, they're not touring, because it means I get to spend lots of time with Tré and the others.
Adrienne's just the sweetest person in the entire world. I swear, she deserves an award or something. And Billie Joe is so cool. In fact, they're all amazing. I'm really glad to have the friends I have at the moment. Hilary, Nathan, Matt and Tré and gang will do me fine.
I mean, we spent basically the whole day getting drunk. Well, the boys got very drunk and Adie and I filmed it all. I can't wait until their hangovers clear so I can threaten them with that video tape. I think it would make quite an interesting addition to the 'Ebay' catalogue. Basically, Tré and Billie kept pretending to be cowboys, and we have several clips of Mike, Billie Joe and Tré in nothing but hats and underwear.
Yep, today was perfect.
Maria. x
But then I flicked forward a few more pages and the letter I received in the post dropped out from between the pages. It lay on the floor, menacingly.
It was addressed to my last apartment. This was why I had moved. Again. I held it for a few moments. Not sure whether to tear it up, or stroke the sides. My hands started shaking and I laid the letter to one side, leaving it on my new bedside table. Well, it would soon be a table. For now, it was just an upturned cardboard box.
I picked up a different letter this time, poking invitingly out of my diary pages and sealed with a kiss on the back.
My dear Maria,
I want you to know how proud I am of you, and your engagement. George is such a nice boy...
I was stopped from my reading by a loud knock at the door. I jumped up and ran to answer it, and was greeted by a figure holding a plastic bag in front of his face.
"Guess who," he whispered gently.
I rolled my eyes in response. "The polythene fairy?" I asked sarcastically.
"Actually, it's Mr. Polythene Fairy to you, missy," Tré replied, frowning playfully and removing the plastic bag from his face.
I hugged him and tugged softly at the mysterious bag. "What's this, then?"
"Housewarming!" Tré answered happily and opening the top to reveal several bottles of expensive looking wine.
"Come on in then!" I exclaimed. "Please excuse the mess. I did only just move...after all."
"I know. Again."
The celebratory mood of the room suddenly dropped to an uncomfortable silence as I realised that Tré was subtly posing a question: 'Why did you move again?'
Feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment I swept myself into the kitchen to grab the bottle opener and returned with a smile, trying to ignore the awkward silence which had been provoked by a few mere words.
However, Tré wasn't in the lounge. Honestly, I couldn't blame him. It wasn't exactly aesthetically pleasing as such. He had probably just gone to the bathroom. So I pointlessly arranged and rearranged the ornaments on my shelves.
After a while, I started to consider it odd that Tré had been so long, so I went to check in the bathroom. He wasn't there. Confused, I called his name and it was answered.
"In here," came the rather faint reply.
The noise came from my bedroom.
Oh God. The letter. All the letters. My diary. It was lying out there, on my bed, wide open in plain, easy viewing for the world and its siblings to look at.
I ran into the bedroom and ripped the diary out of Tré's grasp. I looked on the bed, and the letter was unfolded. However, one of them wasn't. I hoped to God that Tré had seen the lesser of two evils.
"So..." Tré stated, patting the bed next to him. "When were you planning on telling me?"
"Well...I was going to leave it a bit longer..." I muttered, cautiously.
"We have been going out for two months-"
"Two months is not that long, Tré," I cut in.
"Okay...but I don't get it...you could have told me."
I just looked down at my bed sheets, waiting to see which secret he had discovered.
"You didn't tell me you were engaged."
I flicked through several of the pages, reminiscing at each page. Some earning a smile to play at the corner of my mouth, and others receiving a frown and an angry flick of the page.
I turned to a page about midway through the book, noticing how my handwriting had differed. There it was. My first real kiss with Tré. That was about two months ago... as odd as that may seem. And in those last two months I had moved apartments two times.
Grinning now, I turned to an entry I had put in about a month ago. It was a fantastic memory.
Dear Diary,
Today, Tré took me to meet Billie Joe and Mike. I also met Adrienne and Brittney. We had such an awesome time. We're lucky that at the moment, they're not touring, because it means I get to spend lots of time with Tré and the others.
Adrienne's just the sweetest person in the entire world. I swear, she deserves an award or something. And Billie Joe is so cool. In fact, they're all amazing. I'm really glad to have the friends I have at the moment. Hilary, Nathan, Matt and Tré and gang will do me fine.
I mean, we spent basically the whole day getting drunk. Well, the boys got very drunk and Adie and I filmed it all. I can't wait until their hangovers clear so I can threaten them with that video tape. I think it would make quite an interesting addition to the 'Ebay' catalogue. Basically, Tré and Billie kept pretending to be cowboys, and we have several clips of Mike, Billie Joe and Tré in nothing but hats and underwear.
Yep, today was perfect.
Maria. x
But then I flicked forward a few more pages and the letter I received in the post dropped out from between the pages. It lay on the floor, menacingly.
It was addressed to my last apartment. This was why I had moved. Again. I held it for a few moments. Not sure whether to tear it up, or stroke the sides. My hands started shaking and I laid the letter to one side, leaving it on my new bedside table. Well, it would soon be a table. For now, it was just an upturned cardboard box.
I picked up a different letter this time, poking invitingly out of my diary pages and sealed with a kiss on the back.
My dear Maria,
I want you to know how proud I am of you, and your engagement. George is such a nice boy...
I was stopped from my reading by a loud knock at the door. I jumped up and ran to answer it, and was greeted by a figure holding a plastic bag in front of his face.
"Guess who," he whispered gently.
I rolled my eyes in response. "The polythene fairy?" I asked sarcastically.
"Actually, it's Mr. Polythene Fairy to you, missy," Tré replied, frowning playfully and removing the plastic bag from his face.
I hugged him and tugged softly at the mysterious bag. "What's this, then?"
"Housewarming!" Tré answered happily and opening the top to reveal several bottles of expensive looking wine.
"Come on in then!" I exclaimed. "Please excuse the mess. I did only just move...after all."
"I know. Again."
The celebratory mood of the room suddenly dropped to an uncomfortable silence as I realised that Tré was subtly posing a question: 'Why did you move again?'
Feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment I swept myself into the kitchen to grab the bottle opener and returned with a smile, trying to ignore the awkward silence which had been provoked by a few mere words.
However, Tré wasn't in the lounge. Honestly, I couldn't blame him. It wasn't exactly aesthetically pleasing as such. He had probably just gone to the bathroom. So I pointlessly arranged and rearranged the ornaments on my shelves.
After a while, I started to consider it odd that Tré had been so long, so I went to check in the bathroom. He wasn't there. Confused, I called his name and it was answered.
"In here," came the rather faint reply.
The noise came from my bedroom.
Oh God. The letter. All the letters. My diary. It was lying out there, on my bed, wide open in plain, easy viewing for the world and its siblings to look at.
I ran into the bedroom and ripped the diary out of Tré's grasp. I looked on the bed, and the letter was unfolded. However, one of them wasn't. I hoped to God that Tré had seen the lesser of two evils.
"So..." Tré stated, patting the bed next to him. "When were you planning on telling me?"
"Well...I was going to leave it a bit longer..." I muttered, cautiously.
"We have been going out for two months-"
"Two months is not that long, Tré," I cut in.
"Okay...but I don't get it...you could have told me."
I just looked down at my bed sheets, waiting to see which secret he had discovered.
"You didn't tell me you were engaged."
