Broken Hearts, Torn up letters, and the Story of a Lonely Girl., chapter 5

Is there something I should know?
Or have I just seen too much?

-Next Morning-

My phone just kept ringing. I was gonna let it go, but whoever it was, wouldn't stop calling. I finally got pissed off and climbed out of bed. I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone.

"What do you want?" I asked, tiredly.
"Hey bitch," Tre said jokingly. I laughed a little.
"Hey Tre. What's up?" I asked.
"I'm bored. Get your ass over here," Tre said.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"About 1. Now come on. Or I'm going to have to go over there and kidnap you," Tre said.
"Fine then. I'll call you back when I'm out of the shower," I said.
"Okay," Tre said and we both hung up. I threw the phone on the couch and went to the bathroom.


I turned on the shower, got in, blah blah blah. Nobody cares about your shower, so I'm not even gonna talk about it. Anyway, I got all finished, got out, dried off and went to my room in nothing but a towel. How fun. So, I grabbed my red and black plaid pants with my Tokyo Rose T-shirt along with all the other stuff I needed. I went back to the bathroom, changed and sat on my couch. I flicked on the TV and started watching it. I felt like making Tre wait.

Until something finally hit me:
"I want a kitty." I said to no one. Then the phone rang. Probably Tre. Whatever. I picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked.
"Ahaa! I knew you were out of the shower," Tre said. I laughed.
"What are you? Some kind of stalker?" I asked.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Who wants to know?" Tre said.
"Ughh. Shut up, you loser," I said, jokingly. He laughed.
"Now hurry up and get your ass over here. I'm extremely bored and I'm having flashbacks 'cause I'm so bored," Tre said. I laughed.
"Well, that's not good. Wait. Where's Billie and Mike?" I asked.
"I don't know. I didn't call them yet," Tre said. I sighed.
"Wow. You'll call some stranger before your best friends?" I asked.
"Yes. Because I really like the stranger," Tre said.
"Loser," I said. We both let out a little laugh.



I kept talking to Tre as I got ready. Until it came to the teeth brushing part.


"Whatcha doin?" Tre asked.
"Brushing my teeth," I said.
"Brushing your teeth is dirty. Like you put something in your mouth, and spit out white stuff. I mean, come on. It's like playing the clarinet. That's dirty too," Tre said. I almost burst into laughter.
"Loser." I managed to get out with a mouthful of toothpaste.
"So. Do you spit or swallow your toothpaste?" Tre asked. I almost choked and spit out the toothpaste, dropping the phone on the floor, and laughing my ass off. I heard Tre laugh too. I picked up the phone and rinsed my mouth out.
"You almost made me swallow toothpaste, you jerk," I said, walking out of the bathroom, sitting on my couch and getting my shoes on.
"So you spit?" Tre asked.
"Ughh will you shut up? It depends what kind of toothpaste." I said.
"Wait....you mean you can swallow it?" Tre asked.
"Yea. They have that training toothpaste for little kids where you can swallow it," I said, trying my shoes.
"Well duh. It's training toothpaste. I wish they had that stuff when I was little," Tre said.
"Me too," I said.
"My mom would chase me around the house just I would brush my teeth. And when she caught me, she'd just like jam the toothbrush down my throat because I kept moving. One time she made me throw up and we had to brush my teeth again." Tre said. I laughed.
"Well then, why'd you move?" I asked.
"Because I was little and toothbrushes scared me. Because my mom told me I could die from eating toothpaste," Tre said.
"Why would she tell you that?" I asked.
"So I'd brush my teeth," Tre said.
"Wow. What a bitch. No offense," I said.
"None taken. I thought that too. And she didn't even say sorry when she made me throw up." Tre said.
"Awww. Poor Tre. Remind me, I have a question to ask you later." I said.
"Why not tell me now?" Tre asked
"Because I'm ready and I'm gonna go." I said, grabbing my keys.
"Oh. Okay. Bye."
"Bye." And we both hung up.


I walked out of my apartment, locking the door and made my way down the steps. Fuckers didn't fix the elevator yet. Anyway, I made my way out to the car, with the janitor staring at me the whole time. I sighed and got in my car, closing the door, and starting it up. I pulled out of the parking lot and made my way to Tre's house.


I finally got there, pulled in his driveway, shut off my car, and got out. I shut and locked the door and then I heard a huge bang. I looked around until I saw Tre planted on the front door. Yep, I had the right house. He was making faces at me through the glass. I laughed and walked up to the door. He opened it up for me and I walked inside. Another huge house to get lost in. I stared at the giant house until Tre snapped me out of it by resting his arm on my shoulder.


"You want a tour or should I just skip it like Billie did?" Tre asked, looking at me. I looked at him.
"Ummmmmm sure. We could make it look like MTV Cribs. You got a camera?" I asked. Tre laughed.
"Yea." I followed Tre to his basement and he pulled out a video camera. It was really nice. Nothing I could afford.

"It's not much. But it works!" Tre said, turning it on.
"Not much? I don't even think I could afford this thing." I said, holding it and looking at it.
"Sure you could. It's only $300." He said. I stared at him. He laughed.
"Ok. So I'm gonna go stand outside and you'll come out and do that whole hello, welcome to my crib. Blah, blah, blah. Alright?" I said.
"Ok. Come on. I'm so excited!" Tre said, jumping around. I laughed.
"Loser." I said. We both went upstairs and I walked out into the front yard. I started filming and waited for Tre to come out.


He opened the door and walked out, as I walked up to the house.

"Hi whoever watches this! Welcome to Hell. I MEAN my Crib." Tre said. I tried not to laugh. We walked inside and into his living room.

"Alright. So this is the living room. This is where I spend most of my time because it's boring not being on tour and all." He said and walked over to two pictures.
"This is my daughter, Ramona. And my son Frankito." He said, pointing at the pictures.
"Well, not much to see in here so.... TO THE KITCHEN!" He said and we walked into the kitchen. It was big.
"I really don't use this room. I can't really cook anything but water. Maybe macaroni and cheese. You know. The basics. But anyway, this is the fridge as you can see." He said, opening the fridge.
"Not too much in here. Red Bull, beer, all that good stuff." He said, slamming the fridge.
"Moving on!" He shouted and we walked into the dining room.
"I don't use this room unless my kids are here. But most of the time we eat in the kitchen or if I'm by myself, the living room." He said, walking into the hallway and to the first room. The bathroom. It was the size of my room. It was tile with a huge mirror, two sinks, one toilet, and a ginormous shower.
"This is the bathroom. It's not too bad. I gotta clean it." He said.
"Next room!" He said, walking back into the hallway and into another room.
"This would just be the guest bedroom. Don't really get too many guests besides Billie and Mike but whatever." He said, walking out and we headed upstairs.
And turned to the right to three other rooms. He went into the one on the right. It was huge like all the other rooms.


"This would be my son's room when he stays here. Pretty awesome room if you ask me." Tre said. The room was blue and toys lying around. Frankito had a bunk bed with a whole nice computer where his bottom bunk should be. He had a big screen TV and a huge walk in closet. Then we went into the middle room.

"This would be my daughter's room. She really doesn't clean it so it's always messy." Tre said. The room had black walls with bright green stripes. She had a drumset and a guitar. She had a loft bed like Frankie and a computer underneath it. She also had a big screen TV. She had a huge surround sound radio and CD's everywhere. We walked out and then went into the room next to hers.

"This would be a second guest room. Yea, I know not too many people come over here, but I mean. I should have it." Tre said. We walked out of the room and out of the hall to two other doors and another hallway at the end. Tre went into the first door.

"Well this is the computer, SLASH, play room. Computer, video games, board games, toys. Basically anything." Tre said. We walked out and went into the door next to it. Another huge bathroom.

"This is another bathroom. You know. Not too much. I really don't use it." Tre said, walking out and down the hallway. He stopped at the door.
"And now for the best room in the house." He said, smiled and opened the door. It was the biggest room in the house too. His room. There was a huge double bed, a plasma TV, a computer, two dresses, anything you can think of. Even a mini fridge. My mouth hung open.

"Big, huh? Oh, and this is the closet." Tre said, opening a door. The closet was a walk-in and almost the size of my room.
"You could get lost in here." Tre said, walking out. He went over to the dresser by the bed and sat on it.

"And everyone knows what's in the dresser by the bed. Don't they? Yea, so I'm not gonna show you and waste your time." Tre said, getting up and walking over to another door and opening it. My jaw dropped once again. Another huge bathroom. It was all marble tile. There was a Jacuzzi type thing in there, two sinks and a toilet. Along with the shower made of marble tile and had those sliding glass doors.
"And this is my bathroom. Isn't it prettyful?" He said, walking out.

"Okay. One more room and we're done." We walked down the stairs, back down to the basement. It was painted and had carpet. It had a couch, a big TV, and another room. Along with his drumset.
"This is just another place to stay. The couch folds out into a bed and the bathroom isn't as big as the ones upstairs." He said, walking into the bathroom. It was like mine. A toilet, a sink, and a plain old shower. He walked out and went into a back room.
"This is the laundry room. There's a laundry shoot in almost every closet that leads down to here, where I have to wash clothes. Exciting, huh?" He said, walking out. We went back upstairs and towards the front door.

"Blah, blah, blah. Oh, right. The cars." He said, walking out, and into the garage.
"This is my SUV and all that good dirt bike, mini bike, motorcycle crap." He said, pointing to all the stuff on the other side of the garage. There were dirt bikes, those little motorcycles, a golf cart, quads, and a mini chopper. Along with helmets for each thing. Except the golf cart.
"Alright. Well, that's my crib. Now go away." Tre said. I shut off the camera and started laughing. He smiled.


"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." I said.
"Hmmm. Now what?" He asked.
"Whatever you wanna do." I said.
"Wellllll... Big house, alone to ourselves, with a pretty girl................ Let's go..... Ummmm. Hmm. GOLF CART! "He shouted, running to the golf and jumping in. I laughed and got in the passenger side. It wasn't like a regular golf cart. It had regular red seats but the whole cart was spray painted black with stickers all over it. It didn't have a roof like regular carts. That part was torn off and there was a backseat facing the other way.

"Got the keys?" I asked.
"Yes, indeed I do." He said, taking out a key and unlocking the front compartment. There were clothes in there and a key. He took the key and started the golf cart up, then locked the compartment up again. He put it in reverse, backed up out of the drive way and sped down the road.

"Where exactly are we going?" I asked.
"Not sure. I don't have a destination yet." He said. We kept driving around the big neighborhood, until we decided to go to the pool. He parked it up in the big parking lot and we got out, walking down the hill. He went to the gate and leaned against it. Some girl turned around and looked at him.

"Billie's not here Tre. Haven't seen him, his kids, or his wife all week." She said. Tre sighed.
"Ughh. That's anyway Chels. You seen Mike?" Tre asked. The girl pointed to the other side of the pool.
"Right over there." She said. Tre sighed. Mike was with Brittany.
"Oh well." Tre said, hopping over the fence.
"Tre! You know there's a fucking gate!" Chelsea said.
"I know. But I like to piss you off. Come on Amanda." Tre said. I walked through the gate and followed Tre. He snuck up on Mike. We couldn't tell if he was sleeping. Since he had sunglasses on and he was just lying there. So Tre stood behind him and then ran around quickly and jumped on him. Mike shot up, almost hitting heads with Tre.

"Dude! What the fuck?!?!" Mike shouted. Me and Brittany laughed.
"Hello Mikey. Wanna hang out at my place?" Tre asked, smiling.
"I can't dude. I'm hanging out with Brittany today." He said. Tre pouted.
"Why don't you hang out here? Go pick up Billie." Mike said.
"Alright. Umm I only have the gold cart though." Tre said.
"Well go back and take your car." Mike said. Tre pouted.
"I want my baby." Tre said. Mike sighed.
"Fine then!" Mike said.
"Thank you Mikey!" Tre did his retarded smile, got up, grabbed my hand and we ran out, back up to the golf cart and back to his house.



We got inside and Tre got his bathing suit on.

"Umm Tre?" I asked.
"Yea?" He asked.
"I don't have a bathing suit." I said.
"Oh, that's fine. You can use one of Claudia's old ones." Tre said, taking my hand and running upstairs to his room. He went through his draws and finally found it. He gave me a pair of his swim shorts to wear too.
"Thanks." I said.
"Go on, change." Tre said, walking out of the room and back downstairs. I went into the bathroom and changed into the bathing suit. I looked at myself in the mirror.
"Who cares? It's just a bathing suit." I mumbled to myself. I heard Tre come back into the room and he was on the phone.
"I'm picking you guys up in the golf cart. Awww come on please? You can drive. YAY! I'll be over in a few. Bye" He said, and hung up. I slowly walked out of the bathroom. Tre turned and stared at me. I smiled.

"Ummmm.... Wow." He said.
"We gonna go or what?" I asked. He snapped out of it.
"Uhh yea.." Tre said. He took two towels form the bathroom and we were off.


We got back in the golf cart, pulled out and he drove around until we finally came across Billie's house. We sat there, Tre honking the horn, and waiting for Billie. He finally came out and Tre moved over so Billie could drive. Billie climbed in and sped off. He didn't go as fast as Tre did. Tre drove like a maniac. Every time he would turn, it felt like the whole cart was going to tip. We got to the pool and spent the rest of the day there. Not too much. I got to know Brittany though. She's really cool.




-5:00-

We left the pool and headed back to Billie's house. Mike went back to his house with Brittany. Billie drove to his house and got out.


"See ya later!" he shouted, walking up his steps and into his house. Tre scooted over and drove out of Billie's driveway.
"You're gonna stay over tonight." Tre said. I looked over at him.
"What?" I asked.
"You're gonna stay over. We're gonna have a sleep over." Tre said, glanced at me and smiled.
"No Tre, I can't stay here." I said.
"Oh, come one. I just wanna hang out. It's not like we're gonna have sex." Tre said. I sighed.
"Tre, you and I both know we just met. Don'tcha think it's a little awkward if I stay at your house?" I asked, still looking at him. He glanced over at me.
"No. Not at all. Please. I'll come with you so we can pack some of your stuff." Tre said.
"I don't know." I said. Tre looked over and pouted at me.
"Pweeeeaaassseee." He asked in a cute tone. I smiled.
"Fine. Under one condition." I said. He looked at me.
"Yea? What's that?" He asked.
"You have to honestly tell me if I being annoying or if I'm bothering you. And, no sex." I said.
"Deal." Tre said, and smiled at me.
"Good." I said.



We went back to Tre's, got changed, and then took his car back to my house. We both raced up the stairs and into my room. I packed my stuff as fast as possible, taking almost all my movies, and stuff I needed. We got everything and ran out. I locked the door and we went back into Tre's car and he sped off down the street. We got back to Tre's house and I went upstairs, throwing my bag of clothes on his bed. I ran back downstairs with the "Random shit" bag I brought down and threw it on the couch. I sat down next to Tre.

"So, Mr. Cool, what shall we do first?" I asked.
"Well, you wanna go out to the mall until 9? Then we can come back here, watch movies, make phone calls, and stay up all night on a coffee induced sugar rush?" Tre asked.
"Excellent. Let me get something else on though." I said, going upstairs. Tre followed me. He went through his closet, looking for something to wear and I went through my bag.

"This good?" He held up a black T-shirt that said "I have millions of friends" in white and black baggy pants. I laughed at the shirt. [[If any of you know what that means. If not, ask. ]]
"Yes. I especially like the shirt." I said. Tre smiled.
"I know. Most people don't understand it though." Tre said.
"I do." I said and laughed a bit. He smiled and ran into the closet, closing the door and changing. I couldn't decide what to wear. I picked out a red tank top with my tight black pants, studded belt, and those childish penguin shoes. Tre popped out of the closet and almost scared the crap out of me.
"Pick anything yet?" Tre asked, putting his head on my shoulder and his hands behind his back.
"This. But I don't know If it'll look any good." I said. Tre hit me lightly in the head.
"You'll look amazing. Now go change!" Tre said, taking my clothes and pushing me into the bathroom, throwing my clothes at me. He smiled, and closed the door. I put my clothes on the counter top and locked the door.
"Ahh, what a loser." I mumbled to myself. I started to change and started thinking again.

"Coolest loser I know." I mumbled out loud again. I got changed and started putting my belt on.
"Sometimes I wish he was my loser." I said and then shook my head.
"No. You can't like him. Ughh you bitch." I said, talking to the mirror. Then I realized: I was fucking talking to myself. I laughed and finished up, walking out. Tre stared at me like he normally does when I walk out.
"I like it! Now let's go!" Tre said. I got my shoes on, he grabbed his cell and his wallet and we were off. He locked his front door and we climbed in his SUV. He started it up, pulled out, and sped off down the street. We got to the mall, got out, ran inside, and our coffee induced sugar rush began.



We ran around everywhere, holding each others hands and having coffee in the other hand. We caused some trouble and go kicked out of American Eagle for playing football with their socks. So we went into Spencer's. And Tre being.... Well, Tre, he went straight to the back, dragging me with him. I stared at all those pretty light, holding my temptation back to touch them as Tre looked at all that kinky stuff that he's into.


"Check this out." He said and before I knew it, I had something clunk me in the head. Tre laughed as I turned around, dazed and confused. I looked at the giant dice on the floor, picking them up, and laughing.
"Wow. You would buy this?" I asked.
"Sure. Me and you could play." Tre said, and smirked. I laughed.
"In your dreams." I said, throwing the dice back to him.
"We should. I'll invite Billie and Mike over and you get two of your friends and we'll play. It'll be our own little party. With beer. And hookers. Scratch the hooker part. I got that from Fu-" I cut him off.
"You; need to calm down." I said, walking over to him.
"I can't. I'm crazy." Tre said. I laughed.
"Who isn't crazy these days?" I asked, turning around and giving my attention to those stupid lights again.
"I don't know, but I say we do that party thing. Bring two of your girl friends." Tre said.
"What friends?" I asked. I could feel Tre staring at me with frustration. I bit my lip, knowing I said something wrong. He walked over to me, and put his hands on my shoulders. I stopped biting my lip.
"Now who needs to relax? You're bound to have more than two friends. I don't know how anyone could not like you. You're funny, you're pretty, and you're cool. What's not to like? Tre asked.
"I don't know. I've been trying to figure that out for years." I said, turning around and facing him.
"So, you do have more than two friends, right?" Tre asked.
"Yes, I do. I'm not so sure about playing though, Tre." I said.
"Please? It'll be our own little party and we could get wasted and have fun!" Tre said. I sighed. I wasn't going to win.
"Fine Tre. Do what you like." I said. Tre did the retarded smile, grabbed the dice and walked up to the counter.


I walked out of the store without him and sat down on the bench; holding my head in my hands. I closed my eyes and sighed. Tre came out, sat next to me, and put his arm around me.

"You okay?" He asked.
"Just ducky." I said. He tilted his head, staring at me.
"You wanna go?" Tre asked. I looked at him.
"And ruin our coffee induced night? No way." I said, smiling. He smiled back.



So we walked around for about two more hours until we finally decided to leave. We got back to Tre's, got into our PJ's, and watched movies the rest of the night, making fun of all of them and joking around.


-3:00 AM-

"I'm tired as crack." Tre said.
"So am I. Wanna go to bed?" I asked, looking at him with tired eyes.
"Yesss. Do you?" He asked, looking at me.
"Yes." I said. He got up, took me by the hand and led me to his room.
"Get yourself comfortable. I'll be right back. I gotta piss like a racehorse on the fourth of July that hasn't pissed in five years." He said. I laughed, and he smiled.
"Thanks for the details. Are you sure you don't mind me sleeping in your bed with you?" I asked. He chuckled.
"Are you serious? I'm Tre Cool. Of course not." He said and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door.

I pulled back the covers on his bed and climbed in. I faced towards the door, pulling the covers back on me. It was a little cold since Tre likes to keep his air conditioner on high. I heard the toilet flush and the sink go and then stop. He came out, flicking off the light and smiling at me. He climbed into the bed and laid on his back.

"Goodnight." He said.
"Night." I said. I closed my eyes and almost instantly fell asleep.