And He's Still Here (Sequel to They're Gone), chapter 3
At the concept of Tre liking me, I smiled to myself. He was nice. Supportive. He was everything. But, then again, so was Billie. I looked at Tre's profile out of the corner of my eye.
"You know I can tell if you're looking at me. I do the same thing all the time." Tre said, not taking his eyes off the road.
I blushed and sunk down in my seat. I knew Tre would bring it up later. Probably embarrass me in front of Billie or Mike. I sighed. Tre was beautiful in his own way. He was a perverted freak, yes, but he also had a serious, more sensitive side. I favored that side, knowing that his more sensitive side was what made me attracted to him.
Tre looked over at me when we stopped at a red light. "Hey, sit up. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Just because I'm a pervert a lot doesn't mean I can't understand what it's like to get caught staring at people. And not at the parts you're thinking." He said those words in a voice, so soft, it made me want to just hold onto him and never let go.
But of course, I didn't do that. I sat up in my seat, my face still a deep tomato red, and stared at my shoes. "Everyone always thinks I'm a sad psychotic girl who thinks she is gonna get killed by an imaginary guy." I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"Everyone thinks I'm a perverted womanizer who likes women only because they have boobs and vaginas." I giggled.
"HEY!" He said. He pouted, and looked genuinely hurt.
"I'm sorry. I thought it was funny because it is partially true."
"I'm not a womanizer. I respect them. Honestly."
That made me stop laughing. All the time I had known Tre, he had seemed just like a womanizer who only liked women for their boobs and vaginas. Now I knew how wrong I had been. We pulled up to a nice house and got out. It was about six thirty, and Tre grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door. After much fumbling with his keys, he found the house key and let us in.
His house was beautiful. Nothing majorly fancy, but some nice pieces of furniture and expensive things here and there. He brought me upstairs to a bedroom and stepped into a closet. He came out a few minutes later with clean white sheets and pillow casings. I helped him strip the bed of the sheets and put on the clean ones.
"Well, now that that's done, are you hungry?"
***
I sat on a black leather couch next to Tre, with his arm around my waist. We were watching a scary movie on TNT. I must admit, it was pretty scary.
"Ah!" I shrieked when a man came up and started attacking Anita, the movie's main character. I grabbed Tre, and hid my eyes in his chest. He jumped and his body tensed, but soon relaxed. I lifted my head just enough to see his face. He was staring at me, a loving look in his eyes.
"Hey, is there something on my face, or are you just trying to see me naked?" I asked.
Tre jumped, slightly shocked. He laughed and shook his head. "Nothing's on your face. No, I'm not trying to see you naked."
"Then what were you doing?"
"Erm... I was... Trying to see my nipple." His deep blue eyes looked panicked. I laughed and placed my head on his chest, and continued watching the movie.
Tre's POV
Shit, shit, fuck, fuck. Does she know? Could she tell I wasn't trying to see my nipple? I mentally slapped myself. Of course she could tell I was lying about trying to see my nipple. That is weird, even for me.
I pulled Lyric closer to me, her body warm. We continued watching the movie, and when it was over, she was asleep. God she's cute. I told myself. I gently picked her up and brought her upstairs to my room. Laying her on the bed, I pulled the covers over her and went to grab some sheets to put on the couch.
"What are you doing?" A sleep filled voice said.
"Well it's either couch, or floor. And I slept on the floor last night, so it's Couchy's turn."
"Couchy? Tre, you've got to be kidding me." Lyric said, her voice less sleepy.
"No kidding. I don't really kid a lot when I'm home."
"C'mere. You're sleeping in a bed like me tonight."
"You know I can tell if you're looking at me. I do the same thing all the time." Tre said, not taking his eyes off the road.
I blushed and sunk down in my seat. I knew Tre would bring it up later. Probably embarrass me in front of Billie or Mike. I sighed. Tre was beautiful in his own way. He was a perverted freak, yes, but he also had a serious, more sensitive side. I favored that side, knowing that his more sensitive side was what made me attracted to him.
Tre looked over at me when we stopped at a red light. "Hey, sit up. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Just because I'm a pervert a lot doesn't mean I can't understand what it's like to get caught staring at people. And not at the parts you're thinking." He said those words in a voice, so soft, it made me want to just hold onto him and never let go.
But of course, I didn't do that. I sat up in my seat, my face still a deep tomato red, and stared at my shoes. "Everyone always thinks I'm a sad psychotic girl who thinks she is gonna get killed by an imaginary guy." I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"Everyone thinks I'm a perverted womanizer who likes women only because they have boobs and vaginas." I giggled.
"HEY!" He said. He pouted, and looked genuinely hurt.
"I'm sorry. I thought it was funny because it is partially true."
"I'm not a womanizer. I respect them. Honestly."
That made me stop laughing. All the time I had known Tre, he had seemed just like a womanizer who only liked women for their boobs and vaginas. Now I knew how wrong I had been. We pulled up to a nice house and got out. It was about six thirty, and Tre grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door. After much fumbling with his keys, he found the house key and let us in.
His house was beautiful. Nothing majorly fancy, but some nice pieces of furniture and expensive things here and there. He brought me upstairs to a bedroom and stepped into a closet. He came out a few minutes later with clean white sheets and pillow casings. I helped him strip the bed of the sheets and put on the clean ones.
"Well, now that that's done, are you hungry?"
***
I sat on a black leather couch next to Tre, with his arm around my waist. We were watching a scary movie on TNT. I must admit, it was pretty scary.
"Ah!" I shrieked when a man came up and started attacking Anita, the movie's main character. I grabbed Tre, and hid my eyes in his chest. He jumped and his body tensed, but soon relaxed. I lifted my head just enough to see his face. He was staring at me, a loving look in his eyes.
"Hey, is there something on my face, or are you just trying to see me naked?" I asked.
Tre jumped, slightly shocked. He laughed and shook his head. "Nothing's on your face. No, I'm not trying to see you naked."
"Then what were you doing?"
"Erm... I was... Trying to see my nipple." His deep blue eyes looked panicked. I laughed and placed my head on his chest, and continued watching the movie.
Tre's POV
Shit, shit, fuck, fuck. Does she know? Could she tell I wasn't trying to see my nipple? I mentally slapped myself. Of course she could tell I was lying about trying to see my nipple. That is weird, even for me.
I pulled Lyric closer to me, her body warm. We continued watching the movie, and when it was over, she was asleep. God she's cute. I told myself. I gently picked her up and brought her upstairs to my room. Laying her on the bed, I pulled the covers over her and went to grab some sheets to put on the couch.
"What are you doing?" A sleep filled voice said.
"Well it's either couch, or floor. And I slept on the floor last night, so it's Couchy's turn."
"Couchy? Tre, you've got to be kidding me." Lyric said, her voice less sleepy.
"No kidding. I don't really kid a lot when I'm home."
"C'mere. You're sleeping in a bed like me tonight."
