A Tre Cool Story with lots of Tre Things in it, chapter 10
Tre's POV
I woke up around one in the morning and ran to the bathroom. I went to the toilet and started throwing up in it. I yelled for Samantha and she came running downstairs. She patted me back while I threw up and when I was done she flushed the toilet.
"Aaaww. C'mon friend," she said.
She gave me a towel and I wiped my mouth off. She led me up to my room and put me under the covers just like I was a little kid. She set a garbage can next to my bedside, turned on the TV, went down stairs and got some Benadryl and water for me. I took some and I fell asleep. I woke up at two and started throwing up again. Sam helped and put me to bed again. I woke up once at three and threw up and once at four and threw up again.
After that I was done. I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. I sat up and I was so light headed it made me sick to my stomach, and I almost threw up again. Sam put me out on the couch later on that morning. Around eleven in the morning I was lying on the couch watching Unsolved Mysteries on the Lifetime channel. Sam came into the living room and sat down next to me. She had just gone to the store and she got me some shit. She set down a jug of 7-Up on the coffee table and four different kinds of soup.
"Which one do you want for lunch sweetheart?" she asked running her fingers through my hair.
I looked at the cans and picked out the chicken noodle soup. The noodles were shaped like letters. My favorite. A few hours later I was eating my soup and I spelled out my name on the coffee table even though it got soup everywhere. Then I used a t as a plus sign and spelled out Samantha's name. I had come to terms with myself earlier on this couch that I was back in love with Samantha and when I was better I would ask her to be with me again.
Tre's earlier thoughts...
Wow. Samantha looks really cute. She makes really good food. Wait! What is she putting in my soup! Oh... never mind. She's drinking a Pepsi. She's really pretty. I wonder what is would be like too... TRE! You're a dirty man. A very sexy man I might add. Jesus I feel like shit. I'm really glad Samantha's here. She's really cool. I remember when she took care of me when I got sick when we were kids. Face it. You're in love with her again. Okay. I'm in love with my best friend.
Sam's POV
"Tre. I'm gonna go use the bathroom."
"Okay."
I went into the bathroom and got out the box of pregnancy tests that I hid under the sink earlier. I took one and waited. I was scared to look so I looked at it after 10 minuets. Pregnant. WHAT! I took another one. Pregnant again. Uh-oh. That fucker from the bar must've knocked me up.
A few weeks ago.
"Jesus Christ you're hot," a drunken man said leaning on Samantha on the way out of the bar. Samantha had never slept with a stranger before. She was too wasted right now to care. She pulled him over in a corner in an ally.
She woke up the next morning. Tiny rocks were poking into her back. She was still dressed. She could barley remember last night. She walked back to the bar, got in her car, and drove home with a terrible hangover.
Now. Samantha's POV
Whoa. Shit. What the fuck am I gonna do?
Tre's POV
I think I'll just tell Samantha that I love her now. Fuck it. I will. Sam came out of the bathroom. I stood up although I felt like I was gonna fall over because I was so light headed.
"Samantha. I have to tell you something-"
"Tre lie down."
"No. I wana tell you something."
"Then at least sit down."
I sat down and so did she. I grabbed her hands and held them.
"Samantha I l-"
"Tre. I'm pregnant."
My eyes got wide.
"What?"
"I slept with a person I met at a bar. I was so drunk I couldn't remember anything we did. He got me pregnant."
"He was nice. And cute. I'd been to the bar a couple times. I kinda had a crush on him," Samantha said smiling and blushing.
"I think he had a crush on me too. Maybe I'll go back to Florida and tell him, and try to... get together with him," she said smiling even bigger.
Samantha was pregnant, and she liked a guy who liked her. I felt my eyes tear up.
"Oh. Okay," I said feeling sick again.
"What were you gonna say Tre?" she asked.
"Never mind. It's not important," I said getting up.
"I'm gonna go up to my room and sleep."
"Okay," she said still smiling to herself. I went up to my room and cried for a while.
Sam's POV
Squee! That guy was cute. I hope things work out. Bleh. Tre is such a sweet boy. I looked over on the table and saw noodles spelled out in something. I looked at them and it said. Tre + Samantha. Uh-oh. I ran up to Tre's room and he wasn't there.
"Tre!"
I ran around the house screaming for him. I looked outside and his car was there.
"TRE!"
Tre's POV
I snuck out of the sliding glass doors in my room and went down to the beach through my backyard. I got in my little golf cart and drove up to the boardwalk. I feel even sicker now but I could give a shit. I parked on the beach and ruled my head back. It helped a little bit with my light-headedness. I heard a golf cart pull up next to me. I looked over and it was Sam.
"Tre Cool! Come back to the house right now! You're gonna die!" she screamed at me.
She got out of her golf cart and into mine. I started crying. I really felt like shit. She climbed on top of me and pulled my head into her chest. I let her.
"Friend. What's wrong?" she asked quietly.
I just sobbed onto her tank top.
"Please tell me," she asked.
"I love you," I said.
"I know you do," she said back.
"No. I really love you. I wana be with you."
"Okay. Let's go home sweetheart," she said.
Then we drove back home and we both slept in the same bed that night. Before I fell asleep I could've swore I heard her say she loved me too.
I woke up around one in the morning and ran to the bathroom. I went to the toilet and started throwing up in it. I yelled for Samantha and she came running downstairs. She patted me back while I threw up and when I was done she flushed the toilet.
"Aaaww. C'mon friend," she said.
She gave me a towel and I wiped my mouth off. She led me up to my room and put me under the covers just like I was a little kid. She set a garbage can next to my bedside, turned on the TV, went down stairs and got some Benadryl and water for me. I took some and I fell asleep. I woke up at two and started throwing up again. Sam helped and put me to bed again. I woke up once at three and threw up and once at four and threw up again.
After that I was done. I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. I sat up and I was so light headed it made me sick to my stomach, and I almost threw up again. Sam put me out on the couch later on that morning. Around eleven in the morning I was lying on the couch watching Unsolved Mysteries on the Lifetime channel. Sam came into the living room and sat down next to me. She had just gone to the store and she got me some shit. She set down a jug of 7-Up on the coffee table and four different kinds of soup.
"Which one do you want for lunch sweetheart?" she asked running her fingers through my hair.
I looked at the cans and picked out the chicken noodle soup. The noodles were shaped like letters. My favorite. A few hours later I was eating my soup and I spelled out my name on the coffee table even though it got soup everywhere. Then I used a t as a plus sign and spelled out Samantha's name. I had come to terms with myself earlier on this couch that I was back in love with Samantha and when I was better I would ask her to be with me again.
Tre's earlier thoughts...
Wow. Samantha looks really cute. She makes really good food. Wait! What is she putting in my soup! Oh... never mind. She's drinking a Pepsi. She's really pretty. I wonder what is would be like too... TRE! You're a dirty man. A very sexy man I might add. Jesus I feel like shit. I'm really glad Samantha's here. She's really cool. I remember when she took care of me when I got sick when we were kids. Face it. You're in love with her again. Okay. I'm in love with my best friend.
Sam's POV
"Tre. I'm gonna go use the bathroom."
"Okay."
I went into the bathroom and got out the box of pregnancy tests that I hid under the sink earlier. I took one and waited. I was scared to look so I looked at it after 10 minuets. Pregnant. WHAT! I took another one. Pregnant again. Uh-oh. That fucker from the bar must've knocked me up.
A few weeks ago.
"Jesus Christ you're hot," a drunken man said leaning on Samantha on the way out of the bar. Samantha had never slept with a stranger before. She was too wasted right now to care. She pulled him over in a corner in an ally.
She woke up the next morning. Tiny rocks were poking into her back. She was still dressed. She could barley remember last night. She walked back to the bar, got in her car, and drove home with a terrible hangover.
Now. Samantha's POV
Whoa. Shit. What the fuck am I gonna do?
Tre's POV
I think I'll just tell Samantha that I love her now. Fuck it. I will. Sam came out of the bathroom. I stood up although I felt like I was gonna fall over because I was so light headed.
"Samantha. I have to tell you something-"
"Tre lie down."
"No. I wana tell you something."
"Then at least sit down."
I sat down and so did she. I grabbed her hands and held them.
"Samantha I l-"
"Tre. I'm pregnant."
My eyes got wide.
"What?"
"I slept with a person I met at a bar. I was so drunk I couldn't remember anything we did. He got me pregnant."
"He was nice. And cute. I'd been to the bar a couple times. I kinda had a crush on him," Samantha said smiling and blushing.
"I think he had a crush on me too. Maybe I'll go back to Florida and tell him, and try to... get together with him," she said smiling even bigger.
Samantha was pregnant, and she liked a guy who liked her. I felt my eyes tear up.
"Oh. Okay," I said feeling sick again.
"What were you gonna say Tre?" she asked.
"Never mind. It's not important," I said getting up.
"I'm gonna go up to my room and sleep."
"Okay," she said still smiling to herself. I went up to my room and cried for a while.
Sam's POV
Squee! That guy was cute. I hope things work out. Bleh. Tre is such a sweet boy. I looked over on the table and saw noodles spelled out in something. I looked at them and it said. Tre + Samantha. Uh-oh. I ran up to Tre's room and he wasn't there.
"Tre!"
I ran around the house screaming for him. I looked outside and his car was there.
"TRE!"
Tre's POV
I snuck out of the sliding glass doors in my room and went down to the beach through my backyard. I got in my little golf cart and drove up to the boardwalk. I feel even sicker now but I could give a shit. I parked on the beach and ruled my head back. It helped a little bit with my light-headedness. I heard a golf cart pull up next to me. I looked over and it was Sam.
"Tre Cool! Come back to the house right now! You're gonna die!" she screamed at me.
She got out of her golf cart and into mine. I started crying. I really felt like shit. She climbed on top of me and pulled my head into her chest. I let her.
"Friend. What's wrong?" she asked quietly.
I just sobbed onto her tank top.
"Please tell me," she asked.
"I love you," I said.
"I know you do," she said back.
"No. I really love you. I wana be with you."
"Okay. Let's go home sweetheart," she said.
Then we drove back home and we both slept in the same bed that night. Before I fell asleep I could've swore I heard her say she loved me too.
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