A Tre Cool Story with lots of Tre Things in it, chapter 2
Billie's POV
I woke up the next morning. Nobody else was up. Mike was lying next to Sam in the hospital bed asleep and Tre was asleep in a chair.
"Hey. Tre. Wake-up," I said.
He woke up.
"I'm gonna go home and take a shower and change and shit then I'll come back," I told him.
I walked out to my car and went home.
Tre's POV
God damn it! Why the fuck did this have to happen to her? I really wasn't prepared for it. I don't think she was either. It's really gonna mess with her mind now. She's had such a terrible life and now this. Wow! Thank you Jesus Christ! Thanks! Crap. I'm crying again. At least she lives in an awesome house with her friends. God they have parties ALL THE TIME there. And she models for that little crappy Fangoria magazine. It' not a big magazine but she's getting a little famous for it. People ask her for her autograph. That's cool. I was going to ask her out last night but I don't think she wants guys asking her out right after one just screwed her against her will.
Mike's POV
I woke up next to Sam. I think I made her a little happy last night making fun of those people. But this whole rape thing is gonna throw her off for a while. We're gonna have to make sure she's okay and check up on her everyday now. I think we're all gonna be a little over protective of her now. I know Tre is. Tre's protective of her already but now he's gonna be REALLY protective to the point if someone stares at her boobs he'll beat their ass. Shit. But we have to get her back on her feet again.
Sam's POV
I woke up to Tre crying next to me.
"Tre. Stop crying. I should be the one crying sweetheart," I said.
"I know Samantha," He said.
I stared at him crying and running his fingers through his hair.
"Come over here and let me touch you're amazing green hair my friend," I said smiling.
My lip ripped open again. Tre got me a Kleenex so I could wipe it. He came over to me and lay down next to me where Mike fell asleep last night. I sat there and messed with his hair.
"Okay. I have to bring something up. Were you staring at me when I was naked in the woods?" I asked Tre.
"Of course. You were all bloody," he said.
"No. Were you staring at my shit?" I asked.
"Tre. I know you were," I said.
"Yeah okay? It's kind of hard not too. You know how Tre Cool is," he said smiling.
We both laughed.
"Okay," I said.
I was just about to tell him that I was hungry and I wanted more painkillers, when two cops walked in the room.
"Um, are you miss Samantha Ann... " the cop said.
"Samantha Ann Cool," I said.
"Why'd you say my last name," Tre whispered.
"Tre, just shut up and be cool," I told him
"Yeah. Um. We need to write up a report so we can help you with what happened last night," one said holding a clipboard.
"Okay," I said.
Tre stepped out of the room. They asked me what happened. When they asked why I went out to my car I told them that I went to get a Pepsi instead of a beer. They asked me what he looked like and I tried to remember.
"He was wearing black. A black short sleeve shirt and black pants. He had on black converses. New ones. His eyes were...brown I think," I told them.
"Do you remember if he was tall, short, fat, skinny?" he asked.
"He was a little taller than me. And he was really skinny," I said.
The cops left. Tre came back in. Tre was telling me jokes when Mike came back in with three coffees.
"Coffee for Mike, coffee for Tre, and coffee for the Miss gorgeous Samantha Ann," he said handing us the coffees.
"I'm not gorgeous Dearest," I told him.
"Yeah you are," he said.
"Whatever," I said.
Billie ran in the room. He smacked the door up against the wall. He had arms full of roses and coffee.
"Okay. Um. Here Samantha. I got you roses. Everybody I've ever known that's been in a hospital had roses by em," he said.
"Thank you friend," I said taking them.
I sat there and looked at my roses while the guys all talked.
My brother, his girlfriend, Ray Anne, my friends Andrea, Bailey, and Salem came in.
"Whoa Jesus Christ!" I said.
My brother Sean handed me more roses and so did Bailey.
"Holy sex acts. How many roses do I have now? 12 plus 12 is 24 and 24 plus 12 is how many... TRE!" I yelled pointing at him. He counted on his fingers.
"36,"he said smiling proudly that he figured out a math problem under five minutes.
"Wow. You know twelve roses are like fifty dollars these days?" I said to them all.
"You guys love me. You spent 150 dollars on me!" I said smiling widely.
"Actually I picked mine out of my mom's garden," Andrea said.
"Oh. Well. Thanks for running the moment there Andi," I said smiling at her.
"It's my pleasure pimp," she said smiling back.
We did our secret handshake ended it with bitch like we always do. I set down my roses and looked under the bandages on my arms. The bruises weren't even brown like bruises. They were dark purple and some were even black. They really were in the shape of hands. Hands bigger than mine. Tre shook me out of my little trance.
"Are you okay over there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
The next few days I spent in the hospital. I was taking the painkillers every eight hours and eating the shitty hospital food. Every night I kept having nightmares about the rape. I would wake up at least three times a night sweating and crying. Tre would shake me awake and while the nurse got me a different pillow and some new blankets because mine were so soaked with sweat, Tre would sit there and hold me, and stroke my hair and tell me it would be okay. They would change me sheets and pillows and then after about an hour I would cry myself to sleep with Tre by my side. After a week of being in the hospital I got to go home. I was still all on the painkillers and waking up every night. On the third week I got to get my stitches out and Tre went with me then. I was kind of happy that I got em taken out because every time I had to do my business I would pass out on the toilet seat. On the third week I was doing fine though and I wouldn't pass out every time.
Mike POV
Sam is doing a lot better than I thought she would. I thought that she would be really messed up but she isn't. We decided to make her happy we'd make her a tape. It was I Billie, and Tre doing REALLY stupid shit like jumping off of Tre's house and Billie running down the street asking people to help him break his virginity pledge. We visit her everyday and since she's able to walk again we go on walks with her everyday. Right now I was headed over to her house. I got there and Sam got dressed to go. The sun was almost down. Usually we'd drive up to the beach and walk along the beach and have starfish wars but today she wanted to go to the park. We got in my car and turned up some music really loud. We went to an ice cream place and got cherry shakes. I had never had one before so Samantha made me get one with her. We drove to the park. When we got there we went up by the slides and finished off our ice cream. When we were done we had slide races. We decided that we'd spin really fast on the merry-go-round thing and then after I was about to puke my guts out we went and swung for a while.
"Mikeathon," Sam said.
"Yeah," I said.
"Can we have a swinging contest?" she said looking at me in the eyes. God she's fucking gorgeous. I wonder what it's like too... shut the fuck up Mike. She's like you're sister and you're like her brother. You know damn well she wouldn't go out with you. She'd go out with Tre though. If they both got paid five dollars for every time someone asked them if they were going out, they'd be millionaires by now. They do look good together though. Maybe it's gonna be like one of those things. Like a movie. Two best friends end up going out then getting married and having kids.
"Of course Sam," I said.
We were just about to jump off of our swings when Sam's phone rang. She answered it. When she got of the phone she looked kind of out of it.
"What's wrong?" I asked concerned.
"That was the doctor,' she said smiling.
"He said that the kid who raped me messed up my vagina and now I can't get pregnant," she said still smiling.
She told us all when she was legal she was going to get her tubes tied. She never wanted kids anyway. I looked over to her laughing.
"You lucky bitch! You can have sex without condoms now!" I yelled.
"Holy ass snatch! I can can't I!" she said smiling even bigger.
"Yeah," I said laughing with her.
After a while of swinging and smoking a joint I took her home. By the time I got home it was 2:30 in the morning.
Tre's POV
It's been three weeks. Sam's black eye is gone. The bruises on her arms are gone. The cuts on her legs and sides are healing really well. She doesn't pass out when she goes to the bathroom anymore. She got all of her stitches out. She can walk normally and drive again. The only thing that's wrong with her is that she still wakes up crying and she has to have some type of light on when she goes to sleep and her door has to be closed. Now that she's doing a lot better I'm thinking about asking her out. She doesn't seem too depressed. Fangoria is having her model again and you can't even tell in her pictures that she had cuts on her legs. Right now it's 2:45 in the morning. I'm gonna call up Mikey.
"Hello Tre," Mike said.
"Hey. What's up?" I asked.
"Mmm, nothing. I just got back from the park with Sam. I dropped her off and now I'm sitting here watching The Exorcist," he said.
"Hey. I was thinking about doing something," I said
"Like what?" he said.
"Okay. Um. I know it's weird since Sam and I have been friends since we were four and all, but I'm thinking about asking her out," I said.
"You do realize you'd be going out with not only you're best friend, but a kind of famous really hot chick right?" he said.
"Yeah," I replied.
I got up and went down stairs to grab a Pepsi. My mom came down stairs still half asleep.
"Frank? What are you doing?" she asked itching her head.
"Getting something to drink mom. Go back to bed," I told her.
"Well okay then. Oh by the way... tell Samantha she's welcome over here anytime if that's who you're talking to and if she's coming over here now use a condom okay," she said laughing.
"Okay mom," I said weirded out by her comment.
"Dude. I think my mom ate my stash or some shit. She just came down here and told me that Sam could come over here any time and to use a condom. Then she started laughing," I said.
"That's why I love coming over to you're house dude. You're mom's so fucking cool. And she makes good food," Mike said.
"Shut the fuck up dickhead. Okay I gotta go," I said.
"Okay lover boy," he said.
As I hung up the phone I heard Mike screaming at the top of his lungs, "Tre Cool is in love with his best friend! What a stupid FUCK!"
"Retard," I mumbled. I went back up to my room and climbed out my window onto my roof and sang stupid nursery rhymes as loud as I could. Just then I heard someone yell my name really loud. I looked down off my roof and Sam stood there looking up at me smiling. She had her blue streaked hair pulled back and a black plain spaghetti string tank top on. She had on a purple and black skirt on with no shoes.
"Hey Sam!" I whispered down to her.
"Will you come skip along the beach with me Tre Cool?" she asked laughing.
"Of course. I'll be down in a minuet," I said. The whole time I was climbing down off my roof I kept thinking about how cute she was.
"Hey Samantha Ann," I said taking her hand.
"Hey there my wonderful friend,' she said smiling at me.
"We're going to the beach, right?" I asked.
"Yeah," she replied.
"You shouldn't be walking around by yourself at almost three in the morning. Especially after what happened," I said.
"I know. I'm sorry!" she said laughing.
"It's all good homie," I said.
I was working up the courage to ask her out. And right when I was going to ask her she said "Tre. You have such nice hands. I love you're hands. And I love you're hair. It's nice and green. And I love you're eyes. Their kind of weird," she said. She put her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her waist.
We walked by some old people.
"Oh young love!" some old chick said.
Sam and I laughed really hard. She put her head back on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked.
"Tre. Why the hell was there two old people walking at three in the morning?" she asked.
"I dunno. Go ask em," I said.
She ran off back down the sidewalk after the old people.
"SAM! I WAS JOKING!" I said.
She flipped me off and kept running. A few minuets later she came back up to me and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her waist again.
"They said it was healthy. Then they asked if you were my boyfriend and I said yes," she informed me.
I was going to ask her then but suddenly she started running as fast as she could. I caught up to her.
"Stop running Sam! I need to ask you something!" I yelled.
"Ask me when we get to the beach!" she yelled back.
We kept running until we were finally at the beach.
"Okay. What did you wanna... ask me," she said out of breath.
Shit. Problem! I hadn't worked up the courage again to ask so I asked her if she was a lesbian.
"You fuckin idiot! I'm not a lesbian! Even if I was a lesbo though you'd still be more perverted," she said laughing at me.
"How am I perverted?" I asked her.
"Well, you're the one who shoved a god damned thermometer up my vagina when we were playing doctor," she said laughing at me still.
"Well god Sam. I thought I had to take you're temperature the old fashioned way! I saw it in a movie!" I said.
"Well, how the hell do you mistake an ass for a snatch?" she asked me with a raised eyebrow.
"Sam. We were five. I had never seen a vagina before. I didn't exactly know what the difference was between em," I said.
"Whatever," she said smiling and turning her head away from me to the ocean.
We walked down the beach for a while and went back up. I walked her home. By the time I got home it was 4:30 in the morning. I climbed in my window and passed out on my bed.
Sam's POV
Shit! I forgot to tell Tre I can't get pregnant! I'll call him.
"Hello?" I heard him ask.
"I forgot to tell you. The kid who raped me screwed up my vagina and now I can't get pregnant! Now I can have sex without condoms and you can't! Bitch!" I said and hung up the phone.
Tre's POV
Wow. That was a really random call. I guess something good came out of getting raped.
Sam's POV
I woke up around one the next day. I walked out into the living room and Sean, his girlfriend, Georgie and Ray were all sitting around the kitchen table.
"When did you get home last night?" Sean asked me.
"Mmm... around 4:30," I replied.
I sat down next to my brother's girlfriend, Channing, and I had some lunch. I went back in my room and took a shower. While I was in the shower I kept thinking about my room. It was an amazing room. It had sliding glass doors out to the pool in the backyard; I had a really big TV. In front of my bed, my walls were painted dark purple. I had another basement like thing to my room too. I had staircase that went down to my right and down there was where all my instruments and music stuff was at, and down to the left was an all black room with a ton's of black light posters everywhere and another TV. There was a little bar down there lit up with black lights where we kept some alcohol and some pot and cigarettes. Maybe I should get out of the shower and call Tre and see what he's up to, that crazy ass kid.
I woke up the next morning. Nobody else was up. Mike was lying next to Sam in the hospital bed asleep and Tre was asleep in a chair.
"Hey. Tre. Wake-up," I said.
He woke up.
"I'm gonna go home and take a shower and change and shit then I'll come back," I told him.
I walked out to my car and went home.
Tre's POV
God damn it! Why the fuck did this have to happen to her? I really wasn't prepared for it. I don't think she was either. It's really gonna mess with her mind now. She's had such a terrible life and now this. Wow! Thank you Jesus Christ! Thanks! Crap. I'm crying again. At least she lives in an awesome house with her friends. God they have parties ALL THE TIME there. And she models for that little crappy Fangoria magazine. It' not a big magazine but she's getting a little famous for it. People ask her for her autograph. That's cool. I was going to ask her out last night but I don't think she wants guys asking her out right after one just screwed her against her will.
Mike's POV
I woke up next to Sam. I think I made her a little happy last night making fun of those people. But this whole rape thing is gonna throw her off for a while. We're gonna have to make sure she's okay and check up on her everyday now. I think we're all gonna be a little over protective of her now. I know Tre is. Tre's protective of her already but now he's gonna be REALLY protective to the point if someone stares at her boobs he'll beat their ass. Shit. But we have to get her back on her feet again.
Sam's POV
I woke up to Tre crying next to me.
"Tre. Stop crying. I should be the one crying sweetheart," I said.
"I know Samantha," He said.
I stared at him crying and running his fingers through his hair.
"Come over here and let me touch you're amazing green hair my friend," I said smiling.
My lip ripped open again. Tre got me a Kleenex so I could wipe it. He came over to me and lay down next to me where Mike fell asleep last night. I sat there and messed with his hair.
"Okay. I have to bring something up. Were you staring at me when I was naked in the woods?" I asked Tre.
"Of course. You were all bloody," he said.
"No. Were you staring at my shit?" I asked.
"Tre. I know you were," I said.
"Yeah okay? It's kind of hard not too. You know how Tre Cool is," he said smiling.
We both laughed.
"Okay," I said.
I was just about to tell him that I was hungry and I wanted more painkillers, when two cops walked in the room.
"Um, are you miss Samantha Ann... " the cop said.
"Samantha Ann Cool," I said.
"Why'd you say my last name," Tre whispered.
"Tre, just shut up and be cool," I told him
"Yeah. Um. We need to write up a report so we can help you with what happened last night," one said holding a clipboard.
"Okay," I said.
Tre stepped out of the room. They asked me what happened. When they asked why I went out to my car I told them that I went to get a Pepsi instead of a beer. They asked me what he looked like and I tried to remember.
"He was wearing black. A black short sleeve shirt and black pants. He had on black converses. New ones. His eyes were...brown I think," I told them.
"Do you remember if he was tall, short, fat, skinny?" he asked.
"He was a little taller than me. And he was really skinny," I said.
The cops left. Tre came back in. Tre was telling me jokes when Mike came back in with three coffees.
"Coffee for Mike, coffee for Tre, and coffee for the Miss gorgeous Samantha Ann," he said handing us the coffees.
"I'm not gorgeous Dearest," I told him.
"Yeah you are," he said.
"Whatever," I said.
Billie ran in the room. He smacked the door up against the wall. He had arms full of roses and coffee.
"Okay. Um. Here Samantha. I got you roses. Everybody I've ever known that's been in a hospital had roses by em," he said.
"Thank you friend," I said taking them.
I sat there and looked at my roses while the guys all talked.
My brother, his girlfriend, Ray Anne, my friends Andrea, Bailey, and Salem came in.
"Whoa Jesus Christ!" I said.
My brother Sean handed me more roses and so did Bailey.
"Holy sex acts. How many roses do I have now? 12 plus 12 is 24 and 24 plus 12 is how many... TRE!" I yelled pointing at him. He counted on his fingers.
"36,"he said smiling proudly that he figured out a math problem under five minutes.
"Wow. You know twelve roses are like fifty dollars these days?" I said to them all.
"You guys love me. You spent 150 dollars on me!" I said smiling widely.
"Actually I picked mine out of my mom's garden," Andrea said.
"Oh. Well. Thanks for running the moment there Andi," I said smiling at her.
"It's my pleasure pimp," she said smiling back.
We did our secret handshake ended it with bitch like we always do. I set down my roses and looked under the bandages on my arms. The bruises weren't even brown like bruises. They were dark purple and some were even black. They really were in the shape of hands. Hands bigger than mine. Tre shook me out of my little trance.
"Are you okay over there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
The next few days I spent in the hospital. I was taking the painkillers every eight hours and eating the shitty hospital food. Every night I kept having nightmares about the rape. I would wake up at least three times a night sweating and crying. Tre would shake me awake and while the nurse got me a different pillow and some new blankets because mine were so soaked with sweat, Tre would sit there and hold me, and stroke my hair and tell me it would be okay. They would change me sheets and pillows and then after about an hour I would cry myself to sleep with Tre by my side. After a week of being in the hospital I got to go home. I was still all on the painkillers and waking up every night. On the third week I got to get my stitches out and Tre went with me then. I was kind of happy that I got em taken out because every time I had to do my business I would pass out on the toilet seat. On the third week I was doing fine though and I wouldn't pass out every time.
Mike POV
Sam is doing a lot better than I thought she would. I thought that she would be really messed up but she isn't. We decided to make her happy we'd make her a tape. It was I Billie, and Tre doing REALLY stupid shit like jumping off of Tre's house and Billie running down the street asking people to help him break his virginity pledge. We visit her everyday and since she's able to walk again we go on walks with her everyday. Right now I was headed over to her house. I got there and Sam got dressed to go. The sun was almost down. Usually we'd drive up to the beach and walk along the beach and have starfish wars but today she wanted to go to the park. We got in my car and turned up some music really loud. We went to an ice cream place and got cherry shakes. I had never had one before so Samantha made me get one with her. We drove to the park. When we got there we went up by the slides and finished off our ice cream. When we were done we had slide races. We decided that we'd spin really fast on the merry-go-round thing and then after I was about to puke my guts out we went and swung for a while.
"Mikeathon," Sam said.
"Yeah," I said.
"Can we have a swinging contest?" she said looking at me in the eyes. God she's fucking gorgeous. I wonder what it's like too... shut the fuck up Mike. She's like you're sister and you're like her brother. You know damn well she wouldn't go out with you. She'd go out with Tre though. If they both got paid five dollars for every time someone asked them if they were going out, they'd be millionaires by now. They do look good together though. Maybe it's gonna be like one of those things. Like a movie. Two best friends end up going out then getting married and having kids.
"Of course Sam," I said.
We were just about to jump off of our swings when Sam's phone rang. She answered it. When she got of the phone she looked kind of out of it.
"What's wrong?" I asked concerned.
"That was the doctor,' she said smiling.
"He said that the kid who raped me messed up my vagina and now I can't get pregnant," she said still smiling.
She told us all when she was legal she was going to get her tubes tied. She never wanted kids anyway. I looked over to her laughing.
"You lucky bitch! You can have sex without condoms now!" I yelled.
"Holy ass snatch! I can can't I!" she said smiling even bigger.
"Yeah," I said laughing with her.
After a while of swinging and smoking a joint I took her home. By the time I got home it was 2:30 in the morning.
Tre's POV
It's been three weeks. Sam's black eye is gone. The bruises on her arms are gone. The cuts on her legs and sides are healing really well. She doesn't pass out when she goes to the bathroom anymore. She got all of her stitches out. She can walk normally and drive again. The only thing that's wrong with her is that she still wakes up crying and she has to have some type of light on when she goes to sleep and her door has to be closed. Now that she's doing a lot better I'm thinking about asking her out. She doesn't seem too depressed. Fangoria is having her model again and you can't even tell in her pictures that she had cuts on her legs. Right now it's 2:45 in the morning. I'm gonna call up Mikey.
"Hello Tre," Mike said.
"Hey. What's up?" I asked.
"Mmm, nothing. I just got back from the park with Sam. I dropped her off and now I'm sitting here watching The Exorcist," he said.
"Hey. I was thinking about doing something," I said
"Like what?" he said.
"Okay. Um. I know it's weird since Sam and I have been friends since we were four and all, but I'm thinking about asking her out," I said.
"You do realize you'd be going out with not only you're best friend, but a kind of famous really hot chick right?" he said.
"Yeah," I replied.
I got up and went down stairs to grab a Pepsi. My mom came down stairs still half asleep.
"Frank? What are you doing?" she asked itching her head.
"Getting something to drink mom. Go back to bed," I told her.
"Well okay then. Oh by the way... tell Samantha she's welcome over here anytime if that's who you're talking to and if she's coming over here now use a condom okay," she said laughing.
"Okay mom," I said weirded out by her comment.
"Dude. I think my mom ate my stash or some shit. She just came down here and told me that Sam could come over here any time and to use a condom. Then she started laughing," I said.
"That's why I love coming over to you're house dude. You're mom's so fucking cool. And she makes good food," Mike said.
"Shut the fuck up dickhead. Okay I gotta go," I said.
"Okay lover boy," he said.
As I hung up the phone I heard Mike screaming at the top of his lungs, "Tre Cool is in love with his best friend! What a stupid FUCK!"
"Retard," I mumbled. I went back up to my room and climbed out my window onto my roof and sang stupid nursery rhymes as loud as I could. Just then I heard someone yell my name really loud. I looked down off my roof and Sam stood there looking up at me smiling. She had her blue streaked hair pulled back and a black plain spaghetti string tank top on. She had on a purple and black skirt on with no shoes.
"Hey Sam!" I whispered down to her.
"Will you come skip along the beach with me Tre Cool?" she asked laughing.
"Of course. I'll be down in a minuet," I said. The whole time I was climbing down off my roof I kept thinking about how cute she was.
"Hey Samantha Ann," I said taking her hand.
"Hey there my wonderful friend,' she said smiling at me.
"We're going to the beach, right?" I asked.
"Yeah," she replied.
"You shouldn't be walking around by yourself at almost three in the morning. Especially after what happened," I said.
"I know. I'm sorry!" she said laughing.
"It's all good homie," I said.
I was working up the courage to ask her out. And right when I was going to ask her she said "Tre. You have such nice hands. I love you're hands. And I love you're hair. It's nice and green. And I love you're eyes. Their kind of weird," she said. She put her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her waist.
We walked by some old people.
"Oh young love!" some old chick said.
Sam and I laughed really hard. She put her head back on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked.
"Tre. Why the hell was there two old people walking at three in the morning?" she asked.
"I dunno. Go ask em," I said.
She ran off back down the sidewalk after the old people.
"SAM! I WAS JOKING!" I said.
She flipped me off and kept running. A few minuets later she came back up to me and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her waist again.
"They said it was healthy. Then they asked if you were my boyfriend and I said yes," she informed me.
I was going to ask her then but suddenly she started running as fast as she could. I caught up to her.
"Stop running Sam! I need to ask you something!" I yelled.
"Ask me when we get to the beach!" she yelled back.
We kept running until we were finally at the beach.
"Okay. What did you wanna... ask me," she said out of breath.
Shit. Problem! I hadn't worked up the courage again to ask so I asked her if she was a lesbian.
"You fuckin idiot! I'm not a lesbian! Even if I was a lesbo though you'd still be more perverted," she said laughing at me.
"How am I perverted?" I asked her.
"Well, you're the one who shoved a god damned thermometer up my vagina when we were playing doctor," she said laughing at me still.
"Well god Sam. I thought I had to take you're temperature the old fashioned way! I saw it in a movie!" I said.
"Well, how the hell do you mistake an ass for a snatch?" she asked me with a raised eyebrow.
"Sam. We were five. I had never seen a vagina before. I didn't exactly know what the difference was between em," I said.
"Whatever," she said smiling and turning her head away from me to the ocean.
We walked down the beach for a while and went back up. I walked her home. By the time I got home it was 4:30 in the morning. I climbed in my window and passed out on my bed.
Sam's POV
Shit! I forgot to tell Tre I can't get pregnant! I'll call him.
"Hello?" I heard him ask.
"I forgot to tell you. The kid who raped me screwed up my vagina and now I can't get pregnant! Now I can have sex without condoms and you can't! Bitch!" I said and hung up the phone.
Tre's POV
Wow. That was a really random call. I guess something good came out of getting raped.
Sam's POV
I woke up around one the next day. I walked out into the living room and Sean, his girlfriend, Georgie and Ray were all sitting around the kitchen table.
"When did you get home last night?" Sean asked me.
"Mmm... around 4:30," I replied.
I sat down next to my brother's girlfriend, Channing, and I had some lunch. I went back in my room and took a shower. While I was in the shower I kept thinking about my room. It was an amazing room. It had sliding glass doors out to the pool in the backyard; I had a really big TV. In front of my bed, my walls were painted dark purple. I had another basement like thing to my room too. I had staircase that went down to my right and down there was where all my instruments and music stuff was at, and down to the left was an all black room with a ton's of black light posters everywhere and another TV. There was a little bar down there lit up with black lights where we kept some alcohol and some pot and cigarettes. Maybe I should get out of the shower and call Tre and see what he's up to, that crazy ass kid.
