A Fork Stuck In The Road., chapter 19
The year slowly drawled to a close and I had my year twelve exams, as they called it in Australia. I had been studying hard to make up for all distractions I'd had during the year, and I felt as though I had done a satisfactory job on my exams. Even though I wasn't applying for college, I still felt it important to complete my exams so that I had the option of going to college later on.
I had decided that I would work at Adeline instead of going to college, as I already had a promising future in fashion designing, according to my co-designers. It was a risky choice, but I didn't think college would do much for me.
The only thing that was holding me back when it came to my designing career was lack of time, which was due to school. The t-shirt line, since I had taken over from Adie, had been selling out faster than ever. I was going to take over the skirts and accessories line as well, because Adie wanted to focus more on her dress designs and the music side of Adeline.
Well, two years since I had come to Oakland, around two years since I had broke up with Tre, and around two years since I'd had the abortion. I had a whole new life now since I'd come to Oakland. I was enjoying every bit of it. I hung out a lot with my friends, I was single once again (and loving it), and had an awesome job, one that a million people would kill for. I was turning twenty this year, Joey was fourteen, and Jakob was turning eleven.
I still lived with Adie and Billie Joe, because the whole reason I moved out here in the first place was to get to know them better, and to be in their lives.
Green Day had put out a new album "All for Love". It was just as different, just as rock and roll, and just as totally kick arse awesome as American Idiot was. The guys had just come back from tour, and we were lucky enough to be able to come and visit them on tour. The tour and the album, however, had put off Brittney and Mike's wedding. They had been engaged now, for two years and six months; not that either of them minded. Their wedding was going to be held the following week, and Adie was designing hers' and mine dresses. We weren't in the bridal party though.
"Is that too tight?" asked Adrienne, pulling the light blue satin across my chest.
"Yeah, it is," I managed to say.
"Sorry," she said before loosening it.
My dress was going to be simple. It was halter neck dress, and was cut just above my knees. Adie's had already been made; it was a really cool red slip dress.
Adie sighed contently. "You're so grown up now."
I grinned. Adie took a step back from me and scanned the dress that she had been pinning and placing for the past hour.
"You look awesome; blue's totally your colour!" she mimicked in a gay voice.
We laughed, and then she helped me take it off. It was going to be made up properly soon, in time for the wedding.
***
I sat down at the table, which was pretty much isolated as everyone was on the dance floor. I was at the after party of Mike and Brittney's wedding. It had been a beautiful wedding; Brittney was the prettiest bride I ever saw, and Mike looked so in love. The reception was held at a large hall, somewhere in the east of Oakland. There where clusters of tables everywhere and a huge dance floor in the middle.
"Hey," said someone, sitting down to the right of me.
I turned and realised it was Tre. I was still very much in love with Tre. I wasn't sure whether he felt the same way, but I didn't say anything. I didn't want to screw up my life; it was going perfectly at the moment.
"Hey," I smiled.
We started talking, and then a waiter came around and offered us some wine. We gladly accepted it
Several hours later, we were both really drunk. Luckily most people were still out on the dance floor, or they were talking to other people. Either way, they didn't notice just how drunk we were.
"You're really really preeeetty, ya know that?" Tre slurred.
I laughed giddily, but then I forgot what I was laughing about. Tre suddenly leant in and gave me a sloppy kiss. I inelegantly tried to push him away. Somehow in my drunken state I knew it was wrong.
"Tre, we can't do that," I said slowly, trying to get it all out right.
His face fell and his shoulders sagged.
"Why not?"
"Coz . . . coz. . ." I had forgotten why.
"We just c-cant, okay?" I slurred.
"But I love you and I think you love me too."
"I do." I nodded.
I stood up, and struggled to keep balance, but I walked to the ladies bathroom, hoping that Tre wouldn't follow me.
No such luck.
"Tre what do you want?" I slurred.
"You, baby, you."
He started kissing me again, but this time I didn't resist. I softly pushed him away after a couple of minutes.
"We're drunk."
Tre grinned lopsidedly. "I know,"
Luckily for us the ladies toilets were deserted. I tried to walk to the toilet cubicle, but ended up tripping over my own feet, and landing on the floor. Tre laughed, and held out a hand to help me up. I pulled him down on the ground too and laughed. He was lying on top of me.
"Your eyes are beautifulllllll," I slurred.
He bent his head down and kissed me. I could feel his hands travelling to the back of my dress, unsuccessfully trying to undo the zipper. Instead he placed his hands on the bare skin on the back of my thighs. I moaned as he started kissing my neck, leaving wet trails all over my skin. I unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his boxers, just as he did to my underwear.
We had hot, drunk sex for the first time in two years, right there on the bathroom floor.
I had decided that I would work at Adeline instead of going to college, as I already had a promising future in fashion designing, according to my co-designers. It was a risky choice, but I didn't think college would do much for me.
The only thing that was holding me back when it came to my designing career was lack of time, which was due to school. The t-shirt line, since I had taken over from Adie, had been selling out faster than ever. I was going to take over the skirts and accessories line as well, because Adie wanted to focus more on her dress designs and the music side of Adeline.
Well, two years since I had come to Oakland, around two years since I had broke up with Tre, and around two years since I'd had the abortion. I had a whole new life now since I'd come to Oakland. I was enjoying every bit of it. I hung out a lot with my friends, I was single once again (and loving it), and had an awesome job, one that a million people would kill for. I was turning twenty this year, Joey was fourteen, and Jakob was turning eleven.
I still lived with Adie and Billie Joe, because the whole reason I moved out here in the first place was to get to know them better, and to be in their lives.
Green Day had put out a new album "All for Love". It was just as different, just as rock and roll, and just as totally kick arse awesome as American Idiot was. The guys had just come back from tour, and we were lucky enough to be able to come and visit them on tour. The tour and the album, however, had put off Brittney and Mike's wedding. They had been engaged now, for two years and six months; not that either of them minded. Their wedding was going to be held the following week, and Adie was designing hers' and mine dresses. We weren't in the bridal party though.
"Is that too tight?" asked Adrienne, pulling the light blue satin across my chest.
"Yeah, it is," I managed to say.
"Sorry," she said before loosening it.
My dress was going to be simple. It was halter neck dress, and was cut just above my knees. Adie's had already been made; it was a really cool red slip dress.
Adie sighed contently. "You're so grown up now."
I grinned. Adie took a step back from me and scanned the dress that she had been pinning and placing for the past hour.
"You look awesome; blue's totally your colour!" she mimicked in a gay voice.
We laughed, and then she helped me take it off. It was going to be made up properly soon, in time for the wedding.
***
I sat down at the table, which was pretty much isolated as everyone was on the dance floor. I was at the after party of Mike and Brittney's wedding. It had been a beautiful wedding; Brittney was the prettiest bride I ever saw, and Mike looked so in love. The reception was held at a large hall, somewhere in the east of Oakland. There where clusters of tables everywhere and a huge dance floor in the middle.
"Hey," said someone, sitting down to the right of me.
I turned and realised it was Tre. I was still very much in love with Tre. I wasn't sure whether he felt the same way, but I didn't say anything. I didn't want to screw up my life; it was going perfectly at the moment.
"Hey," I smiled.
We started talking, and then a waiter came around and offered us some wine. We gladly accepted it
Several hours later, we were both really drunk. Luckily most people were still out on the dance floor, or they were talking to other people. Either way, they didn't notice just how drunk we were.
"You're really really preeeetty, ya know that?" Tre slurred.
I laughed giddily, but then I forgot what I was laughing about. Tre suddenly leant in and gave me a sloppy kiss. I inelegantly tried to push him away. Somehow in my drunken state I knew it was wrong.
"Tre, we can't do that," I said slowly, trying to get it all out right.
His face fell and his shoulders sagged.
"Why not?"
"Coz . . . coz. . ." I had forgotten why.
"We just c-cant, okay?" I slurred.
"But I love you and I think you love me too."
"I do." I nodded.
I stood up, and struggled to keep balance, but I walked to the ladies bathroom, hoping that Tre wouldn't follow me.
No such luck.
"Tre what do you want?" I slurred.
"You, baby, you."
He started kissing me again, but this time I didn't resist. I softly pushed him away after a couple of minutes.
"We're drunk."
Tre grinned lopsidedly. "I know,"
Luckily for us the ladies toilets were deserted. I tried to walk to the toilet cubicle, but ended up tripping over my own feet, and landing on the floor. Tre laughed, and held out a hand to help me up. I pulled him down on the ground too and laughed. He was lying on top of me.
"Your eyes are beautifulllllll," I slurred.
He bent his head down and kissed me. I could feel his hands travelling to the back of my dress, unsuccessfully trying to undo the zipper. Instead he placed his hands on the bare skin on the back of my thighs. I moaned as he started kissing my neck, leaving wet trails all over my skin. I unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his boxers, just as he did to my underwear.
We had hot, drunk sex for the first time in two years, right there on the bathroom floor.
