Falling For The Shoulder You Lean On, chapter 10
(Eight Months Later.)
Seri's POV
The last eight months have been unbearable for me. Especially since Tre started dating this actress about three months ago. She is really pretty. Her name is Isabella, he calls her Izzy. They seem really happy. I try to hide what I feel inside. I smile when I see them snuggling up on the sofa the way Tre and I used to. I spent so many nights just crying myself to sleep. Adie knew that I needed a job and some money so she let me basically be a model for Adeline Street. My little gig took off and now I model everything from Abercrombie and Tommy Hilfiger to Versacci and Dolce and Gabbana. It is a job that keeps me fairly busy. Right now I'm the Chanel perfume cover girl and I do magazine and commercial ads. I have had an eating disorder for the past two months. I think that Adie has noticed but she has not said anything to me yet. I was in the living room watching MTV when Tre and Izzy came back from a date.
"Hey, Seri."
"Oh, Hey Tre."
"Hi, Serenity."
"Hey, Isabella. So, did you two have fun?"
"Yeah, we went to the Boardwalk and... "
I just smiled and nodded. I really do not want to here about how great and perfect their date was. I want to hear that she has fallen off of a cliff or gotten into a car wreck. Even eaten some bad shellfish that has caused her to have a severe allergic reaction. Sadly, that has not happened. They have had an amazing day together which makes me go even deeper into depression. Isabella gave Tre an overly ellaborate kiss goodbye that made my stomach turn and walked out the door. Tre sat down next to me on the sofa.
"So how's the ad campaign going?"
"Good, how about the new album."
"Great, it'll be done soon."
"That's awesome, I can't wait to hear it."
"Yeah. Seri, are you feeling alright?"
"What? Yeah. Why?"
"You look pale and it looks like you've been losing weight."
"No, I'm fine Tre."
"Okay. Well, I'm going to bed now."
He got up and gave me a kiss on my forehead then walked upstairs to his bedroom. I hate it when he does that. I want so badly to kiss his lips. I miss everything about him. I miss just sleeping with him. His strong, loving arms around my waist keeping me safe and warm. His breath on my neck as he slept soundly. The way he would always smile at me from across the room when he thought I was not looking. Even the little things about him. Like how every time he says a joke he waits until you laugh for him to laugh. Or when he hurts himself and cries until you kiss it. Or how his hair gel never fully holds throughout the day until half of his hair is falling down. I realized that I had fully gotten over Liam at this very moment. That I truly love Tre and would give anything to be back with him. I felt so alone. I turned off the television and walked to my room for another night of tears and little sleep.
Tre's POV
I lied. I cannot sleep tonight. She looks so bad right now. I feel like it is all my fault. How could I have let it get this bad? I did as she asked me. I found someone knew, I got laid. I feel worse, not better. She still is not over him? I am starting to think that she is and she is to scared to say she is. I miss her. She made me so happy, I will never feel the same again. Izzy is nice, she is really hot, good in bed. The thing that scares me is that I want more than that. The only person who is better then that is Serenity. I wonder if she feels as bad and lonely as I do right now.
Next Morning.
I awoke and walked downstairs. I heard the shower running and guessed that Seri had a shoot that day. I walked into the kitchen and made us some coffee. After a few minutes she emerged from the shower and sat at the bar with a towel on and nothing else.
"I made you some coffee."
"Thanks, Tre."
"So, you have to go to work today?"
"No, I called off the shoot."
"Why?"
"I wasn't feeling up to it. I think I got sick last night."
I placed the back of my hand on her forehead. She felt warm.
"You're right. Let me get you some medicine."
"It's okay, Tre. Really. Go to the studio today. You need to finish up the album."
"It can wait one day. You need to be taken care of."
"Fine."
Seri's POV
I took a large sip of the dark liquid. I feel really sick and I do not think that it is just the common cold. Tre came back from the bathroom with some medicine. He gave me a pill and a glass of water.
"Here. Take this, you'll feel better."
"Thanks Tre. You really don't have to take care of me."
"No, I want to."
Tre's cell began ringing. He mouthed 'sorry' and then walked out into the living room.
Tre's POV
I walked into the living room and answered my phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Tre."
"Oh, hey, Izzy. What's up, babe?"
"Nothing. I'm bored. I want you."
"I can't come over right now."
"Why not?"
"Seri is sick and... "
"Yeah, but I'm lonely."
"I know but I really gotta take care of her."
"Why? You did enough for her. She lives in your fucking house for Christ's sake."
"Look she's my best friend and she's not feeling well., alright. I'm not even going to the studio today so I can help her."
"What? Look, I'm your girlfriend for fuck's sake. Who do you care about more, me or her."
"Look, I gotta go."
"Tre! Who do you care more about?"
I hung up. The truth is, I do not want to answer that question. If I had answered it truthfully then Izzy would probably have broken up with me. I love Serenity more than anyone. If things would have gone as planned we would have been married for months now but things do not always work out that way. Instead, I am taking care of a sick Seri and getting in a fight with my girlfriend who is not Seri on a cell phone in the living room. I walked back inside the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee.
"Who was that?"
"Izzy."
"Oh, how is she?"
"Bitchy."
"Oh."
"Are you feeling any better?"
"No, not really."
"Go lay down. Maybe it'll help."
She got up and walked towards her room.
"No, go sleep in my bed. It's softer."
"It's okay Tre. I like my bed just fine."
"Nope, you go up there or I'll carry you."
"No."
"Fine."
I put down my cup and picked up Seri and dragged her upstairs to my bedroom. She is lighter then I remember. I think she is getting too thin. I dropped her on my soft mattress and tucked her in.
"There. Now sleep."
"Fine."
I closed the door and let her get some rest.
Dinnertime.
Seri's POV
Tre was right. I did need some rest. I woke up around seven and instantly felt better. I walked downstairs to find Tre sitting on the sofa watching television. I sat down beside him.
"Well, good evening, Seri."
"Hey, Tre."
"You feeling better?"
"Yeah, much. You were finally right about something."
"I'm right about lot's of things."
"Sure."
"You want something to eat?"
"Yeah, I'm starved."
"Okay, I'm ordering us some pizza."
"Alright."
I sat down on the sofa as Tre grabbed the cordless phone and ordered a large sausage pizza for me and an extra large pineapple pizza for himself. He hung up and changed the channel to Music Choice Alternative. We were laughing and joking like old times for about forty-five minutes when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it."
Tre hopped up and came back inside with the two pizzas. A delicious aroma resonated from the boxes when I realized that I had not eaten an actual full meal in days.
"You better eat up Seri. You're just skin and bone right now."
"I will if you'd hand me a plate."
"You eat pizza on a plate? How un-American. That's what fingers are for."
"Fine, fingers it is. Gimme a slice now."
He obliged and I ate it hungrily. After about ten minutes most of the pizzas were gone and I had felt like I gained about twenty pounds.
"There, now don't you feel better?"
"Yup, lots."
"And what do we say?"
"Thank you, Tre."
"Your welcome."
We were listening to all of the good songs when one song in particular stuck out for me. It was The Cure's 'Love Song'.
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Tre looked at me and stared deep into my eyes. He has not given me a look like that since we broke up.
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
He scooted closer to me on the sofa and he brushed some of the hair out of my face.
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
I touched his cheek and I felt shivers go down my spine. This has been the most contact that we have made with each other in months. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I simultaneously threw my arms around his neck as our lips crashed together. It was as if the lightning bolt I felt the first time we kissed was nothing in comparison to this.
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
He pulled me onto his lap and his kisses started to trail down from my lips to my ear to my neck. His rough fingers lifted the big T-Shirt I was wearing over my head and he discarded it carelessly onto the living room floor. I started to unbutton his shirt as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. After I had gotten the piece of fabric off of him I unbuckled his pants and he kicked them off and they flew across the room. The temperature in the room went from a cool sixty-eight to a staggering hundred and fifty in those few seconds. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me up against the wall near the staircase and attacked my neck with his fiery kisses. I moaned his name and he carried me upstairs to his bedroom.
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
Seri's POV
The last eight months have been unbearable for me. Especially since Tre started dating this actress about three months ago. She is really pretty. Her name is Isabella, he calls her Izzy. They seem really happy. I try to hide what I feel inside. I smile when I see them snuggling up on the sofa the way Tre and I used to. I spent so many nights just crying myself to sleep. Adie knew that I needed a job and some money so she let me basically be a model for Adeline Street. My little gig took off and now I model everything from Abercrombie and Tommy Hilfiger to Versacci and Dolce and Gabbana. It is a job that keeps me fairly busy. Right now I'm the Chanel perfume cover girl and I do magazine and commercial ads. I have had an eating disorder for the past two months. I think that Adie has noticed but she has not said anything to me yet. I was in the living room watching MTV when Tre and Izzy came back from a date.
"Hey, Seri."
"Oh, Hey Tre."
"Hi, Serenity."
"Hey, Isabella. So, did you two have fun?"
"Yeah, we went to the Boardwalk and... "
I just smiled and nodded. I really do not want to here about how great and perfect their date was. I want to hear that she has fallen off of a cliff or gotten into a car wreck. Even eaten some bad shellfish that has caused her to have a severe allergic reaction. Sadly, that has not happened. They have had an amazing day together which makes me go even deeper into depression. Isabella gave Tre an overly ellaborate kiss goodbye that made my stomach turn and walked out the door. Tre sat down next to me on the sofa.
"So how's the ad campaign going?"
"Good, how about the new album."
"Great, it'll be done soon."
"That's awesome, I can't wait to hear it."
"Yeah. Seri, are you feeling alright?"
"What? Yeah. Why?"
"You look pale and it looks like you've been losing weight."
"No, I'm fine Tre."
"Okay. Well, I'm going to bed now."
He got up and gave me a kiss on my forehead then walked upstairs to his bedroom. I hate it when he does that. I want so badly to kiss his lips. I miss everything about him. I miss just sleeping with him. His strong, loving arms around my waist keeping me safe and warm. His breath on my neck as he slept soundly. The way he would always smile at me from across the room when he thought I was not looking. Even the little things about him. Like how every time he says a joke he waits until you laugh for him to laugh. Or when he hurts himself and cries until you kiss it. Or how his hair gel never fully holds throughout the day until half of his hair is falling down. I realized that I had fully gotten over Liam at this very moment. That I truly love Tre and would give anything to be back with him. I felt so alone. I turned off the television and walked to my room for another night of tears and little sleep.
Tre's POV
I lied. I cannot sleep tonight. She looks so bad right now. I feel like it is all my fault. How could I have let it get this bad? I did as she asked me. I found someone knew, I got laid. I feel worse, not better. She still is not over him? I am starting to think that she is and she is to scared to say she is. I miss her. She made me so happy, I will never feel the same again. Izzy is nice, she is really hot, good in bed. The thing that scares me is that I want more than that. The only person who is better then that is Serenity. I wonder if she feels as bad and lonely as I do right now.
Next Morning.
I awoke and walked downstairs. I heard the shower running and guessed that Seri had a shoot that day. I walked into the kitchen and made us some coffee. After a few minutes she emerged from the shower and sat at the bar with a towel on and nothing else.
"I made you some coffee."
"Thanks, Tre."
"So, you have to go to work today?"
"No, I called off the shoot."
"Why?"
"I wasn't feeling up to it. I think I got sick last night."
I placed the back of my hand on her forehead. She felt warm.
"You're right. Let me get you some medicine."
"It's okay, Tre. Really. Go to the studio today. You need to finish up the album."
"It can wait one day. You need to be taken care of."
"Fine."
Seri's POV
I took a large sip of the dark liquid. I feel really sick and I do not think that it is just the common cold. Tre came back from the bathroom with some medicine. He gave me a pill and a glass of water.
"Here. Take this, you'll feel better."
"Thanks Tre. You really don't have to take care of me."
"No, I want to."
Tre's cell began ringing. He mouthed 'sorry' and then walked out into the living room.
Tre's POV
I walked into the living room and answered my phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Tre."
"Oh, hey, Izzy. What's up, babe?"
"Nothing. I'm bored. I want you."
"I can't come over right now."
"Why not?"
"Seri is sick and... "
"Yeah, but I'm lonely."
"I know but I really gotta take care of her."
"Why? You did enough for her. She lives in your fucking house for Christ's sake."
"Look she's my best friend and she's not feeling well., alright. I'm not even going to the studio today so I can help her."
"What? Look, I'm your girlfriend for fuck's sake. Who do you care about more, me or her."
"Look, I gotta go."
"Tre! Who do you care more about?"
I hung up. The truth is, I do not want to answer that question. If I had answered it truthfully then Izzy would probably have broken up with me. I love Serenity more than anyone. If things would have gone as planned we would have been married for months now but things do not always work out that way. Instead, I am taking care of a sick Seri and getting in a fight with my girlfriend who is not Seri on a cell phone in the living room. I walked back inside the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee.
"Who was that?"
"Izzy."
"Oh, how is she?"
"Bitchy."
"Oh."
"Are you feeling any better?"
"No, not really."
"Go lay down. Maybe it'll help."
She got up and walked towards her room.
"No, go sleep in my bed. It's softer."
"It's okay Tre. I like my bed just fine."
"Nope, you go up there or I'll carry you."
"No."
"Fine."
I put down my cup and picked up Seri and dragged her upstairs to my bedroom. She is lighter then I remember. I think she is getting too thin. I dropped her on my soft mattress and tucked her in.
"There. Now sleep."
"Fine."
I closed the door and let her get some rest.
Dinnertime.
Seri's POV
Tre was right. I did need some rest. I woke up around seven and instantly felt better. I walked downstairs to find Tre sitting on the sofa watching television. I sat down beside him.
"Well, good evening, Seri."
"Hey, Tre."
"You feeling better?"
"Yeah, much. You were finally right about something."
"I'm right about lot's of things."
"Sure."
"You want something to eat?"
"Yeah, I'm starved."
"Okay, I'm ordering us some pizza."
"Alright."
I sat down on the sofa as Tre grabbed the cordless phone and ordered a large sausage pizza for me and an extra large pineapple pizza for himself. He hung up and changed the channel to Music Choice Alternative. We were laughing and joking like old times for about forty-five minutes when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it."
Tre hopped up and came back inside with the two pizzas. A delicious aroma resonated from the boxes when I realized that I had not eaten an actual full meal in days.
"You better eat up Seri. You're just skin and bone right now."
"I will if you'd hand me a plate."
"You eat pizza on a plate? How un-American. That's what fingers are for."
"Fine, fingers it is. Gimme a slice now."
He obliged and I ate it hungrily. After about ten minutes most of the pizzas were gone and I had felt like I gained about twenty pounds.
"There, now don't you feel better?"
"Yup, lots."
"And what do we say?"
"Thank you, Tre."
"Your welcome."
We were listening to all of the good songs when one song in particular stuck out for me. It was The Cure's 'Love Song'.
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Tre looked at me and stared deep into my eyes. He has not given me a look like that since we broke up.
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
He scooted closer to me on the sofa and he brushed some of the hair out of my face.
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
I touched his cheek and I felt shivers go down my spine. This has been the most contact that we have made with each other in months. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I simultaneously threw my arms around his neck as our lips crashed together. It was as if the lightning bolt I felt the first time we kissed was nothing in comparison to this.
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
He pulled me onto his lap and his kisses started to trail down from my lips to my ear to my neck. His rough fingers lifted the big T-Shirt I was wearing over my head and he discarded it carelessly onto the living room floor. I started to unbutton his shirt as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. After I had gotten the piece of fabric off of him I unbuckled his pants and he kicked them off and they flew across the room. The temperature in the room went from a cool sixty-eight to a staggering hundred and fifty in those few seconds. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me up against the wall near the staircase and attacked my neck with his fiery kisses. I moaned his name and he carried me upstairs to his bedroom.
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
