Be There, chapter 5
"I'm leaving." Tre whispers into my ear the next morning.
"Why?" I mumble, still half asleep.
"Because, unless you want Mike to find out."
"Argh, yeah Mike." I mumble bitterly knowing full well the Mike would freak if he found out. I watch as Tre pulls on his jeans and snatches his shirt off the lamp shade.
"Did I wear shoes?"
"No, you came here barefoot." I say as I rest my head on the pillow.
"Right." He says as he kneels to kiss me, "See you at breakfast."
"Bye." I say softly as he makes his way out of the hotel room.
I stay in bed for a while thinking about the whole situation with Tre and Mike. Were Tre and I together or was that like a one lonely night or what? If we are together, we'd have to tell Mike eventually. Maybe it's best if I just see how this plays out.
After showering and getting dressed I make my way downstairs to the hotel's restaurant. I find Tre sitting at a table with Brittney and Mike. As I walk up to the table I hear a tip of their conversation.
"With who?" Mike asks raising his eyebrows evilly, "C'mon tell me."
"What's going on?" I ask as I take my seat next to Tre.
"Tre got lucky last night, I can tell by the smug look on his face." Mike says, sounding very much like a psychologist. "He only smiles like that when he got lucky in the past twelve hours."
"Mike, you're getting a bit annoying with this." Brittney says as she flips through the menu.
"It was with Penelope wasn't it?"
"Who?" I ask curiously.
"Sound techy." Mike says quickly. "I could tell the person you got lucky with has been someone you were eyeing for a while."
"Mike, Brittney's right this is getting really annoying." I say as Tre starts to turn red.
"Fine." Mike mutters as he too opens his menu. "Just can't see why he won't tell me."
"Maybe because I didn't get lucky." Tre says rolling his eyes, "Maybe I stayed in my hotel room and watched crap-ass music videos all night?"
"So Myla, are we still going shopping today?" Brittney asks, trying to start up another conversation.
"Yeah." I say as Billie and Adie come to the table. "That is unless Tre wants to take Penelope instead."
"Oh jeez, not you too." Tre mutters. "You're still my date."
"Penelope?" Adie asks curiously.
"Sound tech." Brittney informs, "Mike is convinced that Tre got lucky with her last night."
"Nah, she wouldn't get it on with Tre." Billie says shaking his head. "She's a bit too stuck up."
"I think we should change topic of conversation. Tre is getting embarrassed." I tease.
"Yes, Tre will tell us when he's good and ready." Billie Joe says as he pinches the faux-hawked man's cheek.
"You're all real mature." Adie snickers.
Brittney and I walk down the street which is apparently 'the place' to shop. We've already been to at least six stores.
"Let's try this store." Brit suggests.
"Sure." I say as we enter this store with bright lights and techno/club music playing. The clothes were pretty dressy though. We walk along the store picking out whatever catches our eye. I selected anything that would tease the living hell out of Tre.
After trying on several dresses I put on this gorgeous burgundy backless dress with a slit up the leg.
"What do you think?" I ask as I look in the mirror.
"That's the best one you've tried today." Brittney says nodding. We go back into our changing room stalls. After putting on my normal clothes, I step out and hand the sales clerk the dresses I tried on, keeping the burgundy one. Brittney steps out moments later in a dark turquoise dress, practically navy blue. It had like five thin straps on one shoulder and strapless on the other.
"I really like this one." She says as she spins slowly in front of the mirror.
"Yeah you look great." Brittney returns to her changing stall and when she reappears in casual clothing we decide to check out this store's shoe collection.
"I shouldn't get something to high." I mumble as I look at the shoes.
"Yeah you don't want to end up being taller than Tre." Brittney says snickering as she tries on a pair of open-toe heels the same colour as her dress.
"What about these?" I ask as I walk past her in a pair of strappy black heels, which I find tantalizingly sexy.
"I should get a pair for myself." Brittney says eyeing them.
"You wish." I say as I take them off. "They're mine."
"Well I'm taking these." She says proudly, "High, high heels."
"Yeah, yeah, Tre's not tall." I say rolling my eyes. We head to the cash where we the sales clerk tallies up the total.
"We should hurry up." Brittney says as we walk down the street.
"Why?"
"Their interview should be almost over and they'll need their beloved gofer to get them coffee."
"I have the feeling they'll live." I say as we burst out laughing.
Here I am, with Mike and Ana at the hospital, Lisea had given birth to Ramona the evening before. Tre is ecstatic; he can't get enough of his daughter. Tre with a kid, it's too weird, he's practically a teenager himself. Adie was here earlier, she's pretty far along with her pregnancy.
"She's so cute." I say for lack of anything more intelligible, but this simple comment made Tre smile if at all possible even more.
Lisea and Tre are supposed to get married in March. I'm still trying to figure out if he really loves her or if he's just marring her to do the "right thing." The right thing seems kind of pointless if they just end up getting divorced. But by the look on Tre's face now, he looks pretty in love, I guess I'm just bitter because I was hoping to be with Tre but he found Lisea. I feel like such a bitch.
"So how's Steve?" Mike asks as we leave the hospital.
"Good, we're thinking of moving in together." I say as I we head out into the parking lot.
"That's nice." Ana says as we near Mike's car.
"Is that what you want though?" Mike asks cautiously.
"Mike."
"I'm serious. Is that what you really want, or are you just going with the flow?"
"I . . . . . I'm not sure." I mumble as I take the back seat of the car. I had moved into an apartment with a couple of roommates earlier this year.
"I don't want to see you making a huge mistake and . . ."
"Mike! I can take care of myself, I'm not a little kid anymore." I retort. Ana looks back at me as if to say What the hell crawled up your ass?
"You're nineteen!" Mike says angrily as we drive down the busy street. "I know I can't tell you what to do, but . . ."
"Then don't!"
"Myla! Mike is only trying to look out for you." Anastasia cuts in. "The least you can do is hear him out."
"Listen, before you move in with someone, you have to make sure you have a steady relationship and he won't just leave you if stuff get rocky." Mike says calming down, "Now if you're just going to move in with this guy because that's what he asked you, doesn't mean you have to."
"Jeez Mike don't you think I know all this already?"
"I know you know this but I also know people can be blinded at times."
That evening I look in the mirror one final time to fix my hair when someone knocks at my hotel room door. I walk over to the door grabbing my purse on the way and I open the door to see Tre standing there in a black suit and his platform shoes.
"Hello m'lady, our carriage awaits." I let out a quick laugh as he smirks evilly. He holds out his arm so that I can link my arm to his.
"You look very sexy by the way." he mumbles in my ear.
"As do you."
"Well I always look sexy."
"And I don't?"
"Umm shhh." He says as we near where Billie and Adie are waiting.
"Jeebus Billie, stop smirking." I say to embarrass him once again.
"It's not my fault." Billie protests. "It's all Adie's fault."
"Yeah right." She says as she slaps his arm playfully.
"Dominating are we?" Tre says evilly.
"Tre you better behave or Mike'll have to give you the 'what are your intentions for my sister' talk." Billie says evilly.
"Yeah well that's fairly simple FUCK!"
"You wish." I mutter.
"What did you say there Tre?" Mike asks, we didn't realize him and Brit standing behind us.
"Ahh it's Myla." Tre says shrugging.
"Why didn't you bring Penelope along?" Mike asks.
"I'm single! No ties with Penelope! Hence I got stuck bringing Myla."
"Oh now don't I feel loved."
"Ohhh now your date's mad." Billie teases.
"Myla, you know I didn't mean it like that." Tre says dropping to his knees. "I'm sorry."
"Just forgive him so we can get going." Adie says as she and Billie walk towards the front door.
"I forgive you." I say as he jumps up and takes my arm.
We get to the hall where the press thing is being held. I felt kind of awkward, since I came as Tre's date I got stuck taking press pictures with the guys and well Adie and Britt. Most of the people here were the singers and bands who played at Live 8 in Berlin.
"What'll the tabloids think?" I tease as a waiter hands us champagne.
"They'll think what they want, please they don't care about Green Day, and I've walked around Oakland in pantyhose." Tre says rolling his eyes. "Besides, it's the truth."
"Yeah I know." I mumble into my glass.
After mingling for while Tre rolls his neck uncomfortably and loosens his tie.
"You wanna get out of here?"
"Now?"
"Yeah, this crowd is stifling me."
"You're horny aren't you?"
"Maybe." He says smirking evilly.
"What if I'm not horny?" I say as I walk towards the bar.
"Oh c'mon, you don't wear a dress like that unless you want to get lucky." He persists as he follows me.
"What's wrong with my dress? Maybe we should ask Mike for his opinion."
"You're a tease." Tre says crossing his arms as I smirk evilly, "Would it make a difference if I had a boner right now?"
"Umm yeah, I'd walk away embarrassed and then I'd tell Mike you were coming onto me."
"Tease." He says as I turn to him.
"And lovin it." I whisper as I tongue his ear lobe. I walk away towards the washroom and I hear Tre's footsteps behind me. I turn around and he stops dead in his tracks and starts looking at his shoes. I roll my eyes and head out the EMERGENCY EXIT stairs.
"So you do want me." Tre says as he follows me down the flight of steps.
"Could be."
"Would you like me better covered in chocolate sauce and whip cream?"
"Nope."
"In hand cuffs and leather straps."
"Nope." I say as I burst through the door to the alley way. "I want you the way you are." I turn around quickly and lock lips with his.
"I think I love you." he growls as we unlock our lips for air. He pulls my hips against his. After realizing against the dumpster in formal clothing isn't the best idea Tre grabs my hand and we head out onto the street. He hails a cab and we get in. I feel Tre's hand slide up my thigh under my dress as he kisses my neck.
"Hey, hey, you two better stop that!" The cab driver says angrily. Tre grunts and peels himself off of me.
We get to the hotel and due to how late at night it was, the lobby is abandoned, Tre takes my hand and pulls me toward the elevator.
"Hold on." I say as I start to take off my shoes, which were killing me. Tre picks me up and slings me over his shoulder causing me to burst out laughing. He puts me down once we're in the elevator and his lips lock against mine as his hand goes down my leg and he grabs the back of my knee and pulls it around him. The elevator doors open and I 'dismount' him and he pulls me by the hand down the hallway to his room.
He's pissed again.
"Steve, calm down!" I yell.
"No I will not! What was he doing here?!"
"It's just Tre!"
"Tre as in another guy!"
"No Tre as in my best friend, as in nothing between us, as in he just needed to talk to my about some issues at home!"
"Oh sure, no better way to treat issues like giving a little pussy!"
"What the fuck do you take me for?" For the past couple of months it's become clear to me that I should've listened to Mike, I probably just moved in with Steve to spite him.
"Well sugar, you should tell me!"
"I'll tell you this, I'm not cheating on you. But the way you're acting right now, you deserve to be cheated on!"
"Oh fuck that! You're a pretty girl and you can have him at the snap of your fingers!"
"You have some nerve." I mutter as I head to the bedroom and put some of my stuff in a duffle bag.
"Oh isn't this lovely, you're going straight to him now!"
"Like fuck." I mutter as I brush past him to get some of my stuff from the washroom.
"Don't shove me off like that, face me like a man!"
"I'm not a man, I'm a woman!" I say angrily as I return to the bedroom and shove my bathroom bag into the duffle bag. I pick up my bag and head for the door when Steve grabs me and pulls me into a disgusting kiss. I kick him in the nuts and storm off.
Two busses later and I find myself walking up the steps to Mike's house. I ring the doorbell and tears start to run down my face. After a few moments Mike opens the door.
"I'm sorry." I sob as he openly hugs me. "I'm so sorry, I should have listened to you. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Mike mumbles as we head inside the house.
"I'm sorry." I repeat.
"I said it's okay." He repeats as we sit in the living room. "What are you sorry for anyway?"
"You were right, I shouldn't have moved in with Steve and I was stupid and-"
"Myla, what happened?"
"Tre got in an argument with Lisea, so he came over just to cool off and ask me for advice."
"Okay."
"Then when Tre was leaving, Steve came home and started accusing me of sleeping with Tre, which is completely ridiculous."
"Did he hurt you?"
"Not really, he just forced me into a kiss, so I kicked him in the nuts and ran off."
"Is that all your stuff?" Mike asks pointing to my bag.
"No, I just brought what I needed." I say as I put my face in my hands.
"Well you're more than welcome to stay here." Mike says getting up.
"Thanks." I say as I wipe the tears from my face.
"You're welcome." He says sighing, "I'm going back to bed, help yourself to whatever and I'll go with you tomorrow to get the rest of your stuff."
"Thank you Mikey." I say smiling weakly.
Waking up and rubbing my eyes, Tre is lying next to me sound asleep. I look over at the clock, it's already 10:30. I have to get back to my room. I literally jump out of bed and attempt to find my underwear.
"Myla, come back to bed." Tre groans.
"Look at the clock."
"Clock means nothing."
"Its 10:30, the tour bus is leaving at 11, I think that if I stayed here that Mike would find out and then . . . . . ."
"Myla, just breath." Tre says as he sits up, "Mike doesn't suspect a thing."
"Either way, I'm going back to my room." I say as I slip on my dress. "If you find my thong . . . ."
"Yeah okay." Tre grumbles as he presses his face into the pillow.
I hurry down the hallway, hoping not to be seen, especially since I'm wearing the dress from the night before. I make to my room safely. I take my shower and get dressed, before heading downstairs to meet everyone in the lobby. I'm the first one ready so I look over the schedule; Norway, Netherlands, Dublin, Scotland and then a month off before they started touring the US. I look at my watch, everyone would be coming down any minute, so I go across the street to get everyone's coffee. This gofer thing is kind of getting annoying but it beats deejaying for weddings and shit. I make my way back to the hotel lobby with the six coffees; boy did I need one myself.
"Heya sis." Mike says as he takes one of the cardboard tray-things from me. "Mine?"
"Yeah." I say checking the marked lid. "And the other one is Britt's."
"Thanks." She says as she takes hers.
"COFFEE! Oh my god Mike, it's coffee!" Tre screeches as he runs up to us. "Mine, mine, mine, where oh where is mine?"
"Jeez Tre, I really don't think you need any caffeine in your system." Brittney says, analyzing his excitement.
"Fine then." Tre says calming down a bit, "I'm just being like Mike . . . . . I need a coffee, isn't there any coffee around, I can't survive without my coffee."
"Please." Mike mutters as he sips his coffee.
"Here Tre, this one's yours." I say as I pass him one of the cups.
"Thank you Myla." He says as he removes the lid and heavily inhales the scent of coffee rising with the steam. "That's good stuff."
The elevator doors open yet again this time spitting out Billie Joe and Adie. They immediately spot us and come up to us.
"Here you go." I say as I hand them their cups of coffee.
"Thanks." They says almost simultaneously as I head to the garbage can to throw out the cardboard trays. Finally, I get to enjoy my cup of coffee, you'd think the coffee thing is genetic seeing how both Mike and I can't live without it, but the fact is proven wrong considering we were both adopted, it must be the way we were raised then.
We all head into the tour bus a few minutes later on our way to Norway. Due to the lack of sleep I got, I excuse myself from the lounge area of the bus to take a nap in the sleeping quarters. I'm awoken some time later by none other then a smirking Tre.
"Guess what I found?" he says evilly.
"Don't know, and right now, I don't really care." I mumble into my pillow.
"Awe well that's too bad, I was going to model them for you."
"Model them?" I ask as I lift my head from the pillow to see Tre holding up my black thong. "Just give them back."
"Nope, I think I'll hold on to this baby." He says holding them close to his chest. "They're so dainty."
"Tre," I warn as I get up. "Just give them back."
"Don't think that's going to happen." He backs away towards the washroom. I jump to grab them but he's too quick.
"Tre! Give it back!" I yell as I attempt to grab them again.
"What the hell is going on?!" Mike asks as he bursts through the door. I look at him slightly stunned for a moment. Then I just childishly point at Tre.
"He took a pair of my underwear." I mumble as Tre hands them back to me sheepishly.
"Tre, you've taken it too fucking far this time!" Mike says angrily. "Don't you ever fucking go near Myla's personals EVER again!"
"Why?" I mumble, still half asleep.
"Because, unless you want Mike to find out."
"Argh, yeah Mike." I mumble bitterly knowing full well the Mike would freak if he found out. I watch as Tre pulls on his jeans and snatches his shirt off the lamp shade.
"Did I wear shoes?"
"No, you came here barefoot." I say as I rest my head on the pillow.
"Right." He says as he kneels to kiss me, "See you at breakfast."
"Bye." I say softly as he makes his way out of the hotel room.
I stay in bed for a while thinking about the whole situation with Tre and Mike. Were Tre and I together or was that like a one lonely night or what? If we are together, we'd have to tell Mike eventually. Maybe it's best if I just see how this plays out.
After showering and getting dressed I make my way downstairs to the hotel's restaurant. I find Tre sitting at a table with Brittney and Mike. As I walk up to the table I hear a tip of their conversation.
"With who?" Mike asks raising his eyebrows evilly, "C'mon tell me."
"What's going on?" I ask as I take my seat next to Tre.
"Tre got lucky last night, I can tell by the smug look on his face." Mike says, sounding very much like a psychologist. "He only smiles like that when he got lucky in the past twelve hours."
"Mike, you're getting a bit annoying with this." Brittney says as she flips through the menu.
"It was with Penelope wasn't it?"
"Who?" I ask curiously.
"Sound techy." Mike says quickly. "I could tell the person you got lucky with has been someone you were eyeing for a while."
"Mike, Brittney's right this is getting really annoying." I say as Tre starts to turn red.
"Fine." Mike mutters as he too opens his menu. "Just can't see why he won't tell me."
"Maybe because I didn't get lucky." Tre says rolling his eyes, "Maybe I stayed in my hotel room and watched crap-ass music videos all night?"
"So Myla, are we still going shopping today?" Brittney asks, trying to start up another conversation.
"Yeah." I say as Billie and Adie come to the table. "That is unless Tre wants to take Penelope instead."
"Oh jeez, not you too." Tre mutters. "You're still my date."
"Penelope?" Adie asks curiously.
"Sound tech." Brittney informs, "Mike is convinced that Tre got lucky with her last night."
"Nah, she wouldn't get it on with Tre." Billie says shaking his head. "She's a bit too stuck up."
"I think we should change topic of conversation. Tre is getting embarrassed." I tease.
"Yes, Tre will tell us when he's good and ready." Billie Joe says as he pinches the faux-hawked man's cheek.
"You're all real mature." Adie snickers.
Brittney and I walk down the street which is apparently 'the place' to shop. We've already been to at least six stores.
"Let's try this store." Brit suggests.
"Sure." I say as we enter this store with bright lights and techno/club music playing. The clothes were pretty dressy though. We walk along the store picking out whatever catches our eye. I selected anything that would tease the living hell out of Tre.
After trying on several dresses I put on this gorgeous burgundy backless dress with a slit up the leg.
"What do you think?" I ask as I look in the mirror.
"That's the best one you've tried today." Brittney says nodding. We go back into our changing room stalls. After putting on my normal clothes, I step out and hand the sales clerk the dresses I tried on, keeping the burgundy one. Brittney steps out moments later in a dark turquoise dress, practically navy blue. It had like five thin straps on one shoulder and strapless on the other.
"I really like this one." She says as she spins slowly in front of the mirror.
"Yeah you look great." Brittney returns to her changing stall and when she reappears in casual clothing we decide to check out this store's shoe collection.
"I shouldn't get something to high." I mumble as I look at the shoes.
"Yeah you don't want to end up being taller than Tre." Brittney says snickering as she tries on a pair of open-toe heels the same colour as her dress.
"What about these?" I ask as I walk past her in a pair of strappy black heels, which I find tantalizingly sexy.
"I should get a pair for myself." Brittney says eyeing them.
"You wish." I say as I take them off. "They're mine."
"Well I'm taking these." She says proudly, "High, high heels."
"Yeah, yeah, Tre's not tall." I say rolling my eyes. We head to the cash where we the sales clerk tallies up the total.
"We should hurry up." Brittney says as we walk down the street.
"Why?"
"Their interview should be almost over and they'll need their beloved gofer to get them coffee."
"I have the feeling they'll live." I say as we burst out laughing.
Here I am, with Mike and Ana at the hospital, Lisea had given birth to Ramona the evening before. Tre is ecstatic; he can't get enough of his daughter. Tre with a kid, it's too weird, he's practically a teenager himself. Adie was here earlier, she's pretty far along with her pregnancy.
"She's so cute." I say for lack of anything more intelligible, but this simple comment made Tre smile if at all possible even more.
Lisea and Tre are supposed to get married in March. I'm still trying to figure out if he really loves her or if he's just marring her to do the "right thing." The right thing seems kind of pointless if they just end up getting divorced. But by the look on Tre's face now, he looks pretty in love, I guess I'm just bitter because I was hoping to be with Tre but he found Lisea. I feel like such a bitch.
"So how's Steve?" Mike asks as we leave the hospital.
"Good, we're thinking of moving in together." I say as I we head out into the parking lot.
"That's nice." Ana says as we near Mike's car.
"Is that what you want though?" Mike asks cautiously.
"Mike."
"I'm serious. Is that what you really want, or are you just going with the flow?"
"I . . . . . I'm not sure." I mumble as I take the back seat of the car. I had moved into an apartment with a couple of roommates earlier this year.
"I don't want to see you making a huge mistake and . . ."
"Mike! I can take care of myself, I'm not a little kid anymore." I retort. Ana looks back at me as if to say What the hell crawled up your ass?
"You're nineteen!" Mike says angrily as we drive down the busy street. "I know I can't tell you what to do, but . . ."
"Then don't!"
"Myla! Mike is only trying to look out for you." Anastasia cuts in. "The least you can do is hear him out."
"Listen, before you move in with someone, you have to make sure you have a steady relationship and he won't just leave you if stuff get rocky." Mike says calming down, "Now if you're just going to move in with this guy because that's what he asked you, doesn't mean you have to."
"Jeez Mike don't you think I know all this already?"
"I know you know this but I also know people can be blinded at times."
That evening I look in the mirror one final time to fix my hair when someone knocks at my hotel room door. I walk over to the door grabbing my purse on the way and I open the door to see Tre standing there in a black suit and his platform shoes.
"Hello m'lady, our carriage awaits." I let out a quick laugh as he smirks evilly. He holds out his arm so that I can link my arm to his.
"You look very sexy by the way." he mumbles in my ear.
"As do you."
"Well I always look sexy."
"And I don't?"
"Umm shhh." He says as we near where Billie and Adie are waiting.
"Jeebus Billie, stop smirking." I say to embarrass him once again.
"It's not my fault." Billie protests. "It's all Adie's fault."
"Yeah right." She says as she slaps his arm playfully.
"Dominating are we?" Tre says evilly.
"Tre you better behave or Mike'll have to give you the 'what are your intentions for my sister' talk." Billie says evilly.
"Yeah well that's fairly simple FUCK!"
"You wish." I mutter.
"What did you say there Tre?" Mike asks, we didn't realize him and Brit standing behind us.
"Ahh it's Myla." Tre says shrugging.
"Why didn't you bring Penelope along?" Mike asks.
"I'm single! No ties with Penelope! Hence I got stuck bringing Myla."
"Oh now don't I feel loved."
"Ohhh now your date's mad." Billie teases.
"Myla, you know I didn't mean it like that." Tre says dropping to his knees. "I'm sorry."
"Just forgive him so we can get going." Adie says as she and Billie walk towards the front door.
"I forgive you." I say as he jumps up and takes my arm.
We get to the hall where the press thing is being held. I felt kind of awkward, since I came as Tre's date I got stuck taking press pictures with the guys and well Adie and Britt. Most of the people here were the singers and bands who played at Live 8 in Berlin.
"What'll the tabloids think?" I tease as a waiter hands us champagne.
"They'll think what they want, please they don't care about Green Day, and I've walked around Oakland in pantyhose." Tre says rolling his eyes. "Besides, it's the truth."
"Yeah I know." I mumble into my glass.
After mingling for while Tre rolls his neck uncomfortably and loosens his tie.
"You wanna get out of here?"
"Now?"
"Yeah, this crowd is stifling me."
"You're horny aren't you?"
"Maybe." He says smirking evilly.
"What if I'm not horny?" I say as I walk towards the bar.
"Oh c'mon, you don't wear a dress like that unless you want to get lucky." He persists as he follows me.
"What's wrong with my dress? Maybe we should ask Mike for his opinion."
"You're a tease." Tre says crossing his arms as I smirk evilly, "Would it make a difference if I had a boner right now?"
"Umm yeah, I'd walk away embarrassed and then I'd tell Mike you were coming onto me."
"Tease." He says as I turn to him.
"And lovin it." I whisper as I tongue his ear lobe. I walk away towards the washroom and I hear Tre's footsteps behind me. I turn around and he stops dead in his tracks and starts looking at his shoes. I roll my eyes and head out the EMERGENCY EXIT stairs.
"So you do want me." Tre says as he follows me down the flight of steps.
"Could be."
"Would you like me better covered in chocolate sauce and whip cream?"
"Nope."
"In hand cuffs and leather straps."
"Nope." I say as I burst through the door to the alley way. "I want you the way you are." I turn around quickly and lock lips with his.
"I think I love you." he growls as we unlock our lips for air. He pulls my hips against his. After realizing against the dumpster in formal clothing isn't the best idea Tre grabs my hand and we head out onto the street. He hails a cab and we get in. I feel Tre's hand slide up my thigh under my dress as he kisses my neck.
"Hey, hey, you two better stop that!" The cab driver says angrily. Tre grunts and peels himself off of me.
We get to the hotel and due to how late at night it was, the lobby is abandoned, Tre takes my hand and pulls me toward the elevator.
"Hold on." I say as I start to take off my shoes, which were killing me. Tre picks me up and slings me over his shoulder causing me to burst out laughing. He puts me down once we're in the elevator and his lips lock against mine as his hand goes down my leg and he grabs the back of my knee and pulls it around him. The elevator doors open and I 'dismount' him and he pulls me by the hand down the hallway to his room.
He's pissed again.
"Steve, calm down!" I yell.
"No I will not! What was he doing here?!"
"It's just Tre!"
"Tre as in another guy!"
"No Tre as in my best friend, as in nothing between us, as in he just needed to talk to my about some issues at home!"
"Oh sure, no better way to treat issues like giving a little pussy!"
"What the fuck do you take me for?" For the past couple of months it's become clear to me that I should've listened to Mike, I probably just moved in with Steve to spite him.
"Well sugar, you should tell me!"
"I'll tell you this, I'm not cheating on you. But the way you're acting right now, you deserve to be cheated on!"
"Oh fuck that! You're a pretty girl and you can have him at the snap of your fingers!"
"You have some nerve." I mutter as I head to the bedroom and put some of my stuff in a duffle bag.
"Oh isn't this lovely, you're going straight to him now!"
"Like fuck." I mutter as I brush past him to get some of my stuff from the washroom.
"Don't shove me off like that, face me like a man!"
"I'm not a man, I'm a woman!" I say angrily as I return to the bedroom and shove my bathroom bag into the duffle bag. I pick up my bag and head for the door when Steve grabs me and pulls me into a disgusting kiss. I kick him in the nuts and storm off.
Two busses later and I find myself walking up the steps to Mike's house. I ring the doorbell and tears start to run down my face. After a few moments Mike opens the door.
"I'm sorry." I sob as he openly hugs me. "I'm so sorry, I should have listened to you. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Mike mumbles as we head inside the house.
"I'm sorry." I repeat.
"I said it's okay." He repeats as we sit in the living room. "What are you sorry for anyway?"
"You were right, I shouldn't have moved in with Steve and I was stupid and-"
"Myla, what happened?"
"Tre got in an argument with Lisea, so he came over just to cool off and ask me for advice."
"Okay."
"Then when Tre was leaving, Steve came home and started accusing me of sleeping with Tre, which is completely ridiculous."
"Did he hurt you?"
"Not really, he just forced me into a kiss, so I kicked him in the nuts and ran off."
"Is that all your stuff?" Mike asks pointing to my bag.
"No, I just brought what I needed." I say as I put my face in my hands.
"Well you're more than welcome to stay here." Mike says getting up.
"Thanks." I say as I wipe the tears from my face.
"You're welcome." He says sighing, "I'm going back to bed, help yourself to whatever and I'll go with you tomorrow to get the rest of your stuff."
"Thank you Mikey." I say smiling weakly.
Waking up and rubbing my eyes, Tre is lying next to me sound asleep. I look over at the clock, it's already 10:30. I have to get back to my room. I literally jump out of bed and attempt to find my underwear.
"Myla, come back to bed." Tre groans.
"Look at the clock."
"Clock means nothing."
"Its 10:30, the tour bus is leaving at 11, I think that if I stayed here that Mike would find out and then . . . . . ."
"Myla, just breath." Tre says as he sits up, "Mike doesn't suspect a thing."
"Either way, I'm going back to my room." I say as I slip on my dress. "If you find my thong . . . ."
"Yeah okay." Tre grumbles as he presses his face into the pillow.
I hurry down the hallway, hoping not to be seen, especially since I'm wearing the dress from the night before. I make to my room safely. I take my shower and get dressed, before heading downstairs to meet everyone in the lobby. I'm the first one ready so I look over the schedule; Norway, Netherlands, Dublin, Scotland and then a month off before they started touring the US. I look at my watch, everyone would be coming down any minute, so I go across the street to get everyone's coffee. This gofer thing is kind of getting annoying but it beats deejaying for weddings and shit. I make my way back to the hotel lobby with the six coffees; boy did I need one myself.
"Heya sis." Mike says as he takes one of the cardboard tray-things from me. "Mine?"
"Yeah." I say checking the marked lid. "And the other one is Britt's."
"Thanks." She says as she takes hers.
"COFFEE! Oh my god Mike, it's coffee!" Tre screeches as he runs up to us. "Mine, mine, mine, where oh where is mine?"
"Jeez Tre, I really don't think you need any caffeine in your system." Brittney says, analyzing his excitement.
"Fine then." Tre says calming down a bit, "I'm just being like Mike . . . . . I need a coffee, isn't there any coffee around, I can't survive without my coffee."
"Please." Mike mutters as he sips his coffee.
"Here Tre, this one's yours." I say as I pass him one of the cups.
"Thank you Myla." He says as he removes the lid and heavily inhales the scent of coffee rising with the steam. "That's good stuff."
The elevator doors open yet again this time spitting out Billie Joe and Adie. They immediately spot us and come up to us.
"Here you go." I say as I hand them their cups of coffee.
"Thanks." They says almost simultaneously as I head to the garbage can to throw out the cardboard trays. Finally, I get to enjoy my cup of coffee, you'd think the coffee thing is genetic seeing how both Mike and I can't live without it, but the fact is proven wrong considering we were both adopted, it must be the way we were raised then.
We all head into the tour bus a few minutes later on our way to Norway. Due to the lack of sleep I got, I excuse myself from the lounge area of the bus to take a nap in the sleeping quarters. I'm awoken some time later by none other then a smirking Tre.
"Guess what I found?" he says evilly.
"Don't know, and right now, I don't really care." I mumble into my pillow.
"Awe well that's too bad, I was going to model them for you."
"Model them?" I ask as I lift my head from the pillow to see Tre holding up my black thong. "Just give them back."
"Nope, I think I'll hold on to this baby." He says holding them close to his chest. "They're so dainty."
"Tre," I warn as I get up. "Just give them back."
"Don't think that's going to happen." He backs away towards the washroom. I jump to grab them but he's too quick.
"Tre! Give it back!" I yell as I attempt to grab them again.
"What the hell is going on?!" Mike asks as he bursts through the door. I look at him slightly stunned for a moment. Then I just childishly point at Tre.
"He took a pair of my underwear." I mumble as Tre hands them back to me sheepishly.
"Tre, you've taken it too fucking far this time!" Mike says angrily. "Don't you ever fucking go near Myla's personals EVER again!"
