Be There, chapter 6
Lying on my bunk in the tour bus, spooned in Tre's arms, even thought the sound of the bus engine is burning through our ears, it's actually quite peaceful.
"We need to tell Mike." I mumble into Tre's shoulder, "We can't keep lying like this."
"In case you haven't noticed he nearly killed me when he caught me with your thing the other day." Tre says as he pulls me closer, "I don't want to see what he'll do to me knowing I slept with you."
"Its better we tell him then him finding out some other way."
"True."
"So umm maybe we should tell him now, before we got to Dublin?"
"No." Tre says shaking his head, "Tomorrow is the last show before the break so we'll tell him after that, so he'll have some time to cool off."
"Alright." I mutter as my worries are lay to rest as Tre starts pecking at my neck.
"I'm in town." I say from a pay phone late one evening.
"Sorry Myla, I'm busy tonight." Mike says distractedly. "Ana and I are going out a last time before the baby comes."
"Oh okay, so what's up with everyone else?"
"I don't know, Tre's divorce got finalized today." Mike mumbles.
"Oh yeah that."
"Anyway, I have to go now; maybe I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah sure." I say less than enthusiastic as I hang up the phone. If only he had known why I'm back in town; I moved in with my boyfriend and of course that went to the crapper. I head over to the 7/11 behind me to buy some stuff before I set out for the evening.
I get to Tre's new apartment and knock on the door.
"Myla!" he says as he grips me in a tight hug.
"Dear god Tre, you're choking me." I say before he finally lets go.
"What are you doing here?"
"I got dumped, you got dumped, I have two pints of Ben and Jerry's and six pack."
"Oh you." Tre says pretending to blush as he looks down at the 7/11 bag I'm holding. "Let's get this party started."
"You read my mind." I say as he lets me into his apartment.
"What kind of ice cream did you bring?"
"Cookie dough and triple chocolate." I say as I take the stuff out of the bag.
"Pass me triple chocolate." He says taking a couple of glasses out of the cabinet. He scoops some triple chocolate into the glass and fills it with beer. He takes a long sip.
"Is it good?"
"Yeah." He says shrugging as he takes out a couple of spoons. I make myself a beer and ice cream drink and join Tre on the sofa. We end up getting shitfaced late into the night.
"I'm serious, if you keep a Twinkie for ten years the filling turns to beer." Tre insists.
"Have you ever tried it?" I ask as I scrape the bottom of the cookie dough ice cream container with my spoon.
"Well not exactly."
"Than how do you know?"
"A very reliable source told me." he says proudly as he tosses aside the empty ice cream container which was lying on his lap.
"That's why I like hanging out with you; you're just a barrel of laughs."
"Myla, thanks for coming tonight." He says as he makes his eyes bulge.
"No problem Tre darling." I say as I kiss his forehead jokingly.
"You know what Myla."
"What Tre?"
"I know you're Mikeeeey's sister and all but I love you." he says staring at me adoringly, "I really love you, like more than." He swallows, "More than just a friend, I love you." holy fuck, he was serious.
"No Tre, you don't love me." I say strongly.
"Yes I do, and, and I know you like me too. Mike told me."
"Tre that was a long time ago, I was just some giddy high school girl with a crush." I insist.
"Nu uh." He says shaking his head, "I love you Myla."
"No Tre! You don't love me!" I yell, "You just got divorced and I'm the only woman being nice to you at the moment, so it may seem like you love me but you're just on the rebound!"
"Myyyllllaaaa." Tre slurs as I head leave the living room. "Where are you going?" I don't answer him as I head out the door.
I'm standing with Tre at the airport before we head back to the states.
"Maybe we should tell him now?" I say nervously.
"You're on your own." Tre says chickening out.
"Some boyfriend you are." I mutter as I go up to Mike, who just put his cell phone in his pocket.
"That was Stella." He says proudly.
"Oh cool, so what's new?"
"She said she can't wait for me to come home and stuff."
"Okay." I say nervously, I just couldn't tell him.
"Did you want to tell me something?"
"Uhh yeah, am I still gofering next month?" I ask for lack of anything better.
"It's up to you, you're more than welcome to gofer." He says as the intercom states that our flight is being boarded.
"Wow, he seems to be taking it well." Tre says as I take my seat next to him on the airplane.
"That's because I didn't tell him." I mumble as I buckle my seatbelt.
"I thought you couldn't continue lying and all that shtick."
"Well he was talking about Stella and I couldn't just change the subject from the innocence of childhood to doing the dirty with his best friend."
"Oh so that's what we're calling it now, doing the dirty." Tre says raising his eyebrows.
"Oh shut up, you chickened out as much as I did." I say slightly pissed at the man next to me.
"Hey, hey, only Billie and I know to the full extent of how Mike is protective of you." Tre protests. "We've heard him rambling about your past 'disaster' boyfriends."
"What?"
"Yeah, he rambles about how you can't choose a decent guy and you're always picking the worst possible scum and then he goes onto if they lay a hand on you he'll neuter them with a chain saw or something."
"Whoa. I didn't know he was that bad." I say in disbelief.
"Trust me, he is." Tre says rolling his eyes, "He beat the crap out of that Jim guy."
"Don't even remind me- wait he beat him up?"
"Yeah, popped him a beauty on his lip."
"Wow." I say as I look over at my brother who's just sitting there listening to music as peaceful as ever.
"Hey Myla." Anastasia says happily as she answers the door, it was mid-afternoon.
"Hey." I say happily as I sort of hug her over her enlarged belly. "How's my niece?"
"She's perfectly healthy and will probably end up being a soccer player by the feel of her kicks."
"Aww." I say as Ana sort of half laughs. "So has my brother been good to you or do I have to kick his ass."
"As much as I'd like to see you attempt to do that, he's been more than good."
"I so can kick his ass I've done it before." I say jokingly.
"Yeah sure, whatever you say." Mike says as he joins us in the entrance.
"Fine then I'll go round up my pro wrestler buddies and then we'll kick your ass."
"Yeah okay then, you do that." He taunts as we head into the living room.
"Myla, you look kind of antsy, what's up?" Mike asks as we sit down.
"Well yesterday I went over to Tre's and . . ."
"And what?" Mike says a little annoyed at my slow pace.
"Well he started saying how he knew I was your sister but he loved me."
"What?!" Mike says in disbelief.
"But we had had a few beers by then."
"Oh okay." Mike says calming down, "Well he probably didn't mean it, he once told Billie he wanted to have his babies when he was drunk."
"Yeah I guess." I say a little uneasy.
"I'll talk to him anyway." Mike mumbles as he rolls his eyes.
I get home to my apartment and stumble through the door with my two fairly suitcases.
"Zack, you home?" I call out.
"Yeah." I hear him say from the washroom, "Gimme a minute and I'll be your boy toy for the rest of the night." That joke never, ever gets old.
"Sure, just let me get my whip and handcuffs." I say as I dump my stuff in my room. The sound of a flushing toilette is followed by the sound of Zack's shoes hitting the wood floor.
"Hey babe." He says laughing, "How was your trip?"
"Uh, uh good." I say absent-mindedly.
"Uh, uh you're kinda skipping details." He says in mockery of me.
"It was fun, besides always fetching coffee for everyone, I got to see Europe, well sort of, I got to see Europe as we drove through on the tour bus, but yeah."
"So did meet any cute roadies, for either me or yourself, preferably me 'cause San Francisco is running dry."
"It's the gay capital of the world!"
"Yeah whatever." He says rolling his eyes. "So what about the guys?"
"Yeah their good, Mike's happily in love with Brittney, Billie and Adie are same as always, and Tre is..." we head into the living room and slump on the couch.
"Tre is what?" Zack says intrigued.
"Uh, well um nothing."
"Oh is he back together with Claudia." To Zack my life and people's around me are like a soap opera.
"No, I told you their over."
"So...Who's he with?"
"Jeez what's with all the Tre questions?!" I explode.
"Why are you avoiding them?" he says evilly, "Did you get in a fight with your ex-crush?"
"I fucked him."
"Come again."
"I slept with Tre! Did the dirty! Had sex! How many ways do I have to spell it out?!"
"Oh my goodness Myla." He says clutching his chest, "Does Mike know?"
"No, of course not." I say calming down.
"Were you two drunk?"
"No."
"Well how did it happen?"
"I don't know, we started making out one night outside the tour bus after Live 8, and then when we were staying at the hotel Tre came to my room and well, you know stuff happened." I blush.
"So, like now everything's awkward because of that one crazy night?"
"Try five crazy nights."
"Five! Jesus Myla, you weren't even gone two weeks and five!"
"Fuck Zack, I know it's so stupid."
"So uhh do you like him again?" Zack asks after a few moments in silence.
"I guess." I murmur.
"So is this profanity going to continue?"
"I guess."
"Do you plan on telling Mike?"
"I guess."
"When?"
"When the time's right, he's sort of over-protective."
"Yeah, I've noticed that about him."
"Shut-up."
"Are you going to tour with them again next month?" I nod.
"You should tell Mike before then, last thing you want is Mike walking in on the two of you in a port-a-potty."
"Oh jeez Zack." I say as I rest my head on his shoulder.
"Blah Myla, you must be Mike's worst nightmare."
"Yeah, yeah." I mutter.
"So what are you going to do till next month?"
"I dunno, Tre is throwing a party next week."
"I meant work wise."
"I think I'll stay home and become fat."
"Yeah like that'll happen Miss Metabolism." He says poking at my ribs.
"I have a deejay job for some celeb party." I murmur.
"Oh whose?"
"Blah some runway models."
"I won't tag along though, the food sucks at those things."
"Firstly, I wouldn't bring you along." I tease.
"Biotch."
"Man-skank."
"And lovin it."
"So you said something about Tre throwing a party." Zack says intrigued, "Can I be your date and then we ditch each other for our own personal pleasure?"
"Sick-o." I murmur, "Yeah sure, I'll bring you along."
"Oh I love you Myla!" he squeals as he hugs me.
"So Tre must be pretty energetic in bed."
"Oh jeez, I'm not having this conversation with you." I say as I get up and head to my room.
"Oh, I was just kidding." Zack calls after me, "C'mon, don't be like that."
"We need to tell Mike." I mumble into Tre's shoulder, "We can't keep lying like this."
"In case you haven't noticed he nearly killed me when he caught me with your thing the other day." Tre says as he pulls me closer, "I don't want to see what he'll do to me knowing I slept with you."
"Its better we tell him then him finding out some other way."
"True."
"So umm maybe we should tell him now, before we got to Dublin?"
"No." Tre says shaking his head, "Tomorrow is the last show before the break so we'll tell him after that, so he'll have some time to cool off."
"Alright." I mutter as my worries are lay to rest as Tre starts pecking at my neck.
"I'm in town." I say from a pay phone late one evening.
"Sorry Myla, I'm busy tonight." Mike says distractedly. "Ana and I are going out a last time before the baby comes."
"Oh okay, so what's up with everyone else?"
"I don't know, Tre's divorce got finalized today." Mike mumbles.
"Oh yeah that."
"Anyway, I have to go now; maybe I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah sure." I say less than enthusiastic as I hang up the phone. If only he had known why I'm back in town; I moved in with my boyfriend and of course that went to the crapper. I head over to the 7/11 behind me to buy some stuff before I set out for the evening.
I get to Tre's new apartment and knock on the door.
"Myla!" he says as he grips me in a tight hug.
"Dear god Tre, you're choking me." I say before he finally lets go.
"What are you doing here?"
"I got dumped, you got dumped, I have two pints of Ben and Jerry's and six pack."
"Oh you." Tre says pretending to blush as he looks down at the 7/11 bag I'm holding. "Let's get this party started."
"You read my mind." I say as he lets me into his apartment.
"What kind of ice cream did you bring?"
"Cookie dough and triple chocolate." I say as I take the stuff out of the bag.
"Pass me triple chocolate." He says taking a couple of glasses out of the cabinet. He scoops some triple chocolate into the glass and fills it with beer. He takes a long sip.
"Is it good?"
"Yeah." He says shrugging as he takes out a couple of spoons. I make myself a beer and ice cream drink and join Tre on the sofa. We end up getting shitfaced late into the night.
"I'm serious, if you keep a Twinkie for ten years the filling turns to beer." Tre insists.
"Have you ever tried it?" I ask as I scrape the bottom of the cookie dough ice cream container with my spoon.
"Well not exactly."
"Than how do you know?"
"A very reliable source told me." he says proudly as he tosses aside the empty ice cream container which was lying on his lap.
"That's why I like hanging out with you; you're just a barrel of laughs."
"Myla, thanks for coming tonight." He says as he makes his eyes bulge.
"No problem Tre darling." I say as I kiss his forehead jokingly.
"You know what Myla."
"What Tre?"
"I know you're Mikeeeey's sister and all but I love you." he says staring at me adoringly, "I really love you, like more than." He swallows, "More than just a friend, I love you." holy fuck, he was serious.
"No Tre, you don't love me." I say strongly.
"Yes I do, and, and I know you like me too. Mike told me."
"Tre that was a long time ago, I was just some giddy high school girl with a crush." I insist.
"Nu uh." He says shaking his head, "I love you Myla."
"No Tre! You don't love me!" I yell, "You just got divorced and I'm the only woman being nice to you at the moment, so it may seem like you love me but you're just on the rebound!"
"Myyyllllaaaa." Tre slurs as I head leave the living room. "Where are you going?" I don't answer him as I head out the door.
I'm standing with Tre at the airport before we head back to the states.
"Maybe we should tell him now?" I say nervously.
"You're on your own." Tre says chickening out.
"Some boyfriend you are." I mutter as I go up to Mike, who just put his cell phone in his pocket.
"That was Stella." He says proudly.
"Oh cool, so what's new?"
"She said she can't wait for me to come home and stuff."
"Okay." I say nervously, I just couldn't tell him.
"Did you want to tell me something?"
"Uhh yeah, am I still gofering next month?" I ask for lack of anything better.
"It's up to you, you're more than welcome to gofer." He says as the intercom states that our flight is being boarded.
"Wow, he seems to be taking it well." Tre says as I take my seat next to him on the airplane.
"That's because I didn't tell him." I mumble as I buckle my seatbelt.
"I thought you couldn't continue lying and all that shtick."
"Well he was talking about Stella and I couldn't just change the subject from the innocence of childhood to doing the dirty with his best friend."
"Oh so that's what we're calling it now, doing the dirty." Tre says raising his eyebrows.
"Oh shut up, you chickened out as much as I did." I say slightly pissed at the man next to me.
"Hey, hey, only Billie and I know to the full extent of how Mike is protective of you." Tre protests. "We've heard him rambling about your past 'disaster' boyfriends."
"What?"
"Yeah, he rambles about how you can't choose a decent guy and you're always picking the worst possible scum and then he goes onto if they lay a hand on you he'll neuter them with a chain saw or something."
"Whoa. I didn't know he was that bad." I say in disbelief.
"Trust me, he is." Tre says rolling his eyes, "He beat the crap out of that Jim guy."
"Don't even remind me- wait he beat him up?"
"Yeah, popped him a beauty on his lip."
"Wow." I say as I look over at my brother who's just sitting there listening to music as peaceful as ever.
"Hey Myla." Anastasia says happily as she answers the door, it was mid-afternoon.
"Hey." I say happily as I sort of hug her over her enlarged belly. "How's my niece?"
"She's perfectly healthy and will probably end up being a soccer player by the feel of her kicks."
"Aww." I say as Ana sort of half laughs. "So has my brother been good to you or do I have to kick his ass."
"As much as I'd like to see you attempt to do that, he's been more than good."
"I so can kick his ass I've done it before." I say jokingly.
"Yeah sure, whatever you say." Mike says as he joins us in the entrance.
"Fine then I'll go round up my pro wrestler buddies and then we'll kick your ass."
"Yeah okay then, you do that." He taunts as we head into the living room.
"Myla, you look kind of antsy, what's up?" Mike asks as we sit down.
"Well yesterday I went over to Tre's and . . ."
"And what?" Mike says a little annoyed at my slow pace.
"Well he started saying how he knew I was your sister but he loved me."
"What?!" Mike says in disbelief.
"But we had had a few beers by then."
"Oh okay." Mike says calming down, "Well he probably didn't mean it, he once told Billie he wanted to have his babies when he was drunk."
"Yeah I guess." I say a little uneasy.
"I'll talk to him anyway." Mike mumbles as he rolls his eyes.
I get home to my apartment and stumble through the door with my two fairly suitcases.
"Zack, you home?" I call out.
"Yeah." I hear him say from the washroom, "Gimme a minute and I'll be your boy toy for the rest of the night." That joke never, ever gets old.
"Sure, just let me get my whip and handcuffs." I say as I dump my stuff in my room. The sound of a flushing toilette is followed by the sound of Zack's shoes hitting the wood floor.
"Hey babe." He says laughing, "How was your trip?"
"Uh, uh good." I say absent-mindedly.
"Uh, uh you're kinda skipping details." He says in mockery of me.
"It was fun, besides always fetching coffee for everyone, I got to see Europe, well sort of, I got to see Europe as we drove through on the tour bus, but yeah."
"So did meet any cute roadies, for either me or yourself, preferably me 'cause San Francisco is running dry."
"It's the gay capital of the world!"
"Yeah whatever." He says rolling his eyes. "So what about the guys?"
"Yeah their good, Mike's happily in love with Brittney, Billie and Adie are same as always, and Tre is..." we head into the living room and slump on the couch.
"Tre is what?" Zack says intrigued.
"Uh, well um nothing."
"Oh is he back together with Claudia." To Zack my life and people's around me are like a soap opera.
"No, I told you their over."
"So...Who's he with?"
"Jeez what's with all the Tre questions?!" I explode.
"Why are you avoiding them?" he says evilly, "Did you get in a fight with your ex-crush?"
"I fucked him."
"Come again."
"I slept with Tre! Did the dirty! Had sex! How many ways do I have to spell it out?!"
"Oh my goodness Myla." He says clutching his chest, "Does Mike know?"
"No, of course not." I say calming down.
"Were you two drunk?"
"No."
"Well how did it happen?"
"I don't know, we started making out one night outside the tour bus after Live 8, and then when we were staying at the hotel Tre came to my room and well, you know stuff happened." I blush.
"So, like now everything's awkward because of that one crazy night?"
"Try five crazy nights."
"Five! Jesus Myla, you weren't even gone two weeks and five!"
"Fuck Zack, I know it's so stupid."
"So uhh do you like him again?" Zack asks after a few moments in silence.
"I guess." I murmur.
"So is this profanity going to continue?"
"I guess."
"Do you plan on telling Mike?"
"I guess."
"When?"
"When the time's right, he's sort of over-protective."
"Yeah, I've noticed that about him."
"Shut-up."
"Are you going to tour with them again next month?" I nod.
"You should tell Mike before then, last thing you want is Mike walking in on the two of you in a port-a-potty."
"Oh jeez Zack." I say as I rest my head on his shoulder.
"Blah Myla, you must be Mike's worst nightmare."
"Yeah, yeah." I mutter.
"So what are you going to do till next month?"
"I dunno, Tre is throwing a party next week."
"I meant work wise."
"I think I'll stay home and become fat."
"Yeah like that'll happen Miss Metabolism." He says poking at my ribs.
"I have a deejay job for some celeb party." I murmur.
"Oh whose?"
"Blah some runway models."
"I won't tag along though, the food sucks at those things."
"Firstly, I wouldn't bring you along." I tease.
"Biotch."
"Man-skank."
"And lovin it."
"So you said something about Tre throwing a party." Zack says intrigued, "Can I be your date and then we ditch each other for our own personal pleasure?"
"Sick-o." I murmur, "Yeah sure, I'll bring you along."
"Oh I love you Myla!" he squeals as he hugs me.
"So Tre must be pretty energetic in bed."
"Oh jeez, I'm not having this conversation with you." I say as I get up and head to my room.
"Oh, I was just kidding." Zack calls after me, "C'mon, don't be like that."
