Twisted Vines, chapter 4
"You can't walk home, I just won't allow it," Tre said, pulling his keys out without looking at me and walking over to his car.
"I can walk," I said, ignoring his gesture and walking up the path.
"Son of a bitch... " I heard Tre mumble under his breath "You're house is miles away," he stated
"I can hitch a ride, I'm sure I can persuade some old guy that I'm a sick pregnant woman."
I heard him sigh; this was practically all that I could hear except for the clanking of my shoes along the footpath. "Cameron... don't be stupid."
"I'll be as stupid as I want thank you."
I felt a hand grasp my arm and swing me around so I was facing Tre, his face looked truly sorry; even if he hadn't done anything to be sorry about. "Gerard's an ass; whatever he did-it was stupid, so don't be like him, and walk home."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head in his chest, tears forming in my eyes.
"Shhh... " Tre whispered; pulling me close to him and hugging me tight "... it's gonna be ok."
Two hours later I found myself sitting in front of the television at home; watching the only thing that could help me at this moment-Serendipity. I know; it's like one of those weird romantic movies that people love.
And I'm having relationship problems at the moment so why watch it? Because I used to watch it with my sister when we moved in together a year ago, every time we had a relationship break down; out came the chocolate and Serendipity.
The movie ended and I heard Tre clashing around in the kitchen, he said he only wanted a beer-my kitchen wasn't that complicated was it? "You ok?" I called as he reappeared in the doorway, grinning like a maniac.
"Uh huh... " he laughed and sat down. "You're refrigerator is a bitch," he mumbled taking a sip from his beer and putting it on the coffee table.
"You didn't have to come over you know," I said, he smiled faintly and scratched at his jeans.
"You're a nice one; I don't like to see you hurt."
I blushed and looked down. Tre Cool; the greatest drummer of all time was telling me I was nice. I grew up idolizing this guy and now he's sitting on my couch telling me I'm a nice one.
Jesus; when did it get like this?
Oh yeah; since you started making out with Gerard.
Tre seemed to notice the change in my expression because he took my hand and swayed it; smiling childishly at me. He was so goddamn cute. "Let's get drunk," he said chuckling and tilting his head back; staring at the ceiling like a mad man.
"I dunno," I said; realizing what I was saying and glaring at him "No, wait, yes; lets get drunk-I need some kind of brain cell killer."
I wanted to do something that Gerard wouldn't approve of. I know; I'm acting like I hate him; again. But that's because I sort of do. But I don't.
See?
Ever since I saw him again in the post office I had been falling for him; hating him and so on.
Really; who does that?
Me. That's who.
Several bottles of beer later I was twirling around giggling like an idiot in front of Tre. He was pretty sober; but I was piss ass drunk, and he knew it. "Hey Tre, come here... " I drawled grabbing his hand and instead of pulling him up, fell to the floor and burst out laughing.
"Get up... here... " Tre said, helping me up and holding me up straight.
"... psst... Tre... " I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder and giggling. "I think I had too much to drink." I giggled, his hands were on my waist and I suddenly had the urge to kiss him as our faces drew closer.
But instead of me kissing him he kissed me.
I was so done for.
When I woke I felt an arm draped around my waist, I turned around and saw a naked Tre lying there; his face meshed into the pillow. He was snoring his heart out.
"Shit," I whispered getting up and looking around. I couldn't remember a thing from last night. Obviously by the looks of things I had gotten completely shit faced and slept with Tre Cool.
"Hey... " I heard a voice next to me, I moved the blanket up my body so I wasn't exposed and stared at a pretty content looking Tre.
"You have to go... " I said getting up and throwing his jeans at him. He looked pretty confused. "Did I do something?"
"Yeah."
"What?"
"You slept with me."
"You slept with me sweetheart, you got it mixed around, and you invoked the bad thing."
I stared at him in disbelief. "You fucker," I said opening the door and walking out; pulling on a shirt as I went. "Get out of my house now or I'll make you go naked," I spat; not knowing why I was taking it so badly.
"It's Gee isn't it... Cam... I'm sorry about it but... "
"OUT!"
Next minute he was sadly walking out my door. "If you need to talk... "
"I don't think I'll be needing to talk to you."
I know; I was harsh as all hell but I was confused, my love life had just gotten even worse, and I just realized that; not only did I have feelings for Gerard, but for Tre too.
At one o'clock I was sitting in Starbucks with Mikey; practically cursing myself for seeing him because he looked so much like Gerard. Mikey sipped his coffee and stared blankly at me. "You look like shit."
"I know."
"Spill."
I rubbed my forehead and took a sip before talking. "I slept with Tre."
Mikey's eyes grew big and he threw his head back and laughed.
"What?"
"It's you."
"What about me?" I asked, finishing my coffee and tapping my newly manicured nails against the table.
"You, Cam, you're so... " He trailed off trying to find the word. "You're refined in a way, and I just never pictured you having an affair."
"I'm not having an affair!" I retorted, causing looks from passers by.
"Then what is my brother to you?" he asked; concern in his voice.
"A son of a bitch."
Mikey screwed his face up in frustration. "One minute you love him; the next you hate him... and don't talk about my mother like that," he chuckled, this was the worst situation my life had ever encountered and he was laughing.
"Sorry," I mumbled, biting my lip.
"It's okay, it's just... Cam... what are you're feelings for Gee... ?"
"I like him... a lot, but... "
"And you're feelings for Tre?"
"I like him... a lot too... but... "
"So you're screwed."
Mikey brushes some hair out of his face and looks at me contently. This guy was my all powerful talker; I talked to him, he talked to me, we just clicked. "Thanks for that Mikey, I really needed to know that I was screwed," I mumble sarcastically, going to take a sip from my coffee, but realizing that it was all gone.
"Mother fu-"
"Which one would you choose?" Mikey says, taking his glasses off and placing them on the table, rubbing his eyes routinely.
"I... " I suddenly realize that I like them both as much as each other, my god-I really was screwed.
"I suggest you think about it for a while," he says putting his glasses back on.
"I hate thinking about it, I lose sleep Mikey."
Mikey takes my hand in his and smiles weakly "I'm sure whatever decision you make will be the right one."
"I can walk," I said, ignoring his gesture and walking up the path.
"Son of a bitch... " I heard Tre mumble under his breath "You're house is miles away," he stated
"I can hitch a ride, I'm sure I can persuade some old guy that I'm a sick pregnant woman."
I heard him sigh; this was practically all that I could hear except for the clanking of my shoes along the footpath. "Cameron... don't be stupid."
"I'll be as stupid as I want thank you."
I felt a hand grasp my arm and swing me around so I was facing Tre, his face looked truly sorry; even if he hadn't done anything to be sorry about. "Gerard's an ass; whatever he did-it was stupid, so don't be like him, and walk home."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head in his chest, tears forming in my eyes.
"Shhh... " Tre whispered; pulling me close to him and hugging me tight "... it's gonna be ok."
Two hours later I found myself sitting in front of the television at home; watching the only thing that could help me at this moment-Serendipity. I know; it's like one of those weird romantic movies that people love.
And I'm having relationship problems at the moment so why watch it? Because I used to watch it with my sister when we moved in together a year ago, every time we had a relationship break down; out came the chocolate and Serendipity.
The movie ended and I heard Tre clashing around in the kitchen, he said he only wanted a beer-my kitchen wasn't that complicated was it? "You ok?" I called as he reappeared in the doorway, grinning like a maniac.
"Uh huh... " he laughed and sat down. "You're refrigerator is a bitch," he mumbled taking a sip from his beer and putting it on the coffee table.
"You didn't have to come over you know," I said, he smiled faintly and scratched at his jeans.
"You're a nice one; I don't like to see you hurt."
I blushed and looked down. Tre Cool; the greatest drummer of all time was telling me I was nice. I grew up idolizing this guy and now he's sitting on my couch telling me I'm a nice one.
Jesus; when did it get like this?
Oh yeah; since you started making out with Gerard.
Tre seemed to notice the change in my expression because he took my hand and swayed it; smiling childishly at me. He was so goddamn cute. "Let's get drunk," he said chuckling and tilting his head back; staring at the ceiling like a mad man.
"I dunno," I said; realizing what I was saying and glaring at him "No, wait, yes; lets get drunk-I need some kind of brain cell killer."
I wanted to do something that Gerard wouldn't approve of. I know; I'm acting like I hate him; again. But that's because I sort of do. But I don't.
See?
Ever since I saw him again in the post office I had been falling for him; hating him and so on.
Really; who does that?
Me. That's who.
Several bottles of beer later I was twirling around giggling like an idiot in front of Tre. He was pretty sober; but I was piss ass drunk, and he knew it. "Hey Tre, come here... " I drawled grabbing his hand and instead of pulling him up, fell to the floor and burst out laughing.
"Get up... here... " Tre said, helping me up and holding me up straight.
"... psst... Tre... " I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder and giggling. "I think I had too much to drink." I giggled, his hands were on my waist and I suddenly had the urge to kiss him as our faces drew closer.
But instead of me kissing him he kissed me.
I was so done for.
When I woke I felt an arm draped around my waist, I turned around and saw a naked Tre lying there; his face meshed into the pillow. He was snoring his heart out.
"Shit," I whispered getting up and looking around. I couldn't remember a thing from last night. Obviously by the looks of things I had gotten completely shit faced and slept with Tre Cool.
"Hey... " I heard a voice next to me, I moved the blanket up my body so I wasn't exposed and stared at a pretty content looking Tre.
"You have to go... " I said getting up and throwing his jeans at him. He looked pretty confused. "Did I do something?"
"Yeah."
"What?"
"You slept with me."
"You slept with me sweetheart, you got it mixed around, and you invoked the bad thing."
I stared at him in disbelief. "You fucker," I said opening the door and walking out; pulling on a shirt as I went. "Get out of my house now or I'll make you go naked," I spat; not knowing why I was taking it so badly.
"It's Gee isn't it... Cam... I'm sorry about it but... "
"OUT!"
Next minute he was sadly walking out my door. "If you need to talk... "
"I don't think I'll be needing to talk to you."
I know; I was harsh as all hell but I was confused, my love life had just gotten even worse, and I just realized that; not only did I have feelings for Gerard, but for Tre too.
At one o'clock I was sitting in Starbucks with Mikey; practically cursing myself for seeing him because he looked so much like Gerard. Mikey sipped his coffee and stared blankly at me. "You look like shit."
"I know."
"Spill."
I rubbed my forehead and took a sip before talking. "I slept with Tre."
Mikey's eyes grew big and he threw his head back and laughed.
"What?"
"It's you."
"What about me?" I asked, finishing my coffee and tapping my newly manicured nails against the table.
"You, Cam, you're so... " He trailed off trying to find the word. "You're refined in a way, and I just never pictured you having an affair."
"I'm not having an affair!" I retorted, causing looks from passers by.
"Then what is my brother to you?" he asked; concern in his voice.
"A son of a bitch."
Mikey screwed his face up in frustration. "One minute you love him; the next you hate him... and don't talk about my mother like that," he chuckled, this was the worst situation my life had ever encountered and he was laughing.
"Sorry," I mumbled, biting my lip.
"It's okay, it's just... Cam... what are you're feelings for Gee... ?"
"I like him... a lot, but... "
"And you're feelings for Tre?"
"I like him... a lot too... but... "
"So you're screwed."
Mikey brushes some hair out of his face and looks at me contently. This guy was my all powerful talker; I talked to him, he talked to me, we just clicked. "Thanks for that Mikey, I really needed to know that I was screwed," I mumble sarcastically, going to take a sip from my coffee, but realizing that it was all gone.
"Mother fu-"
"Which one would you choose?" Mikey says, taking his glasses off and placing them on the table, rubbing his eyes routinely.
"I... " I suddenly realize that I like them both as much as each other, my god-I really was screwed.
"I suggest you think about it for a while," he says putting his glasses back on.
"I hate thinking about it, I lose sleep Mikey."
Mikey takes my hand in his and smiles weakly "I'm sure whatever decision you make will be the right one."
