Green Day, Graffiti, Chilli, J, AJ, Bee, Clare, The Mainstreet, and The Underbelly, chapter 4
Billie Joe and Adrienne Armstrong have gone to dinner at the hotel restaurant, Mike Dirnt is searching the town for coffee shops and Tré Cool and Chilli are incredibly drunk.
Ok, they're trying to walk to the kitchens but they keep falling down and tripping over nothing. Chilli had this brilliant idea to steal two kitchen trays which would upset the very balance of the universe, and mean that the underwear would have no where to plot against the evil sock puppet people and everyone would fall slave to Mike's shoe! Except for Tré and Chilli who would be treated like royalty.
Yeah, they're very, very, VERY drunk.
Chilli throws open the large doors and they crawl into the kitchen. Tré picks up a pepper grinder on the way and shoved it in his shirt for safekeeping. Chilli stands up cautiously; swaying from side-to-side, and quickly swipes two large, metal, kitchen trays. They start giggling and burst into fits of laughter once they are out the other doors. They eventually relax and Tré accidentally bumps one of the trays sending it sliding down the stairs.
"Oops... "
"NO!" Chilli screams out and jumps on it, so she was now sliding down the stairs on a large kitchen tray.
"What the fuck?!" Is all that she can say as the tray swirls around and she glides backwards down the stairs, on a tray that is rapidly gaining speed.
"Sorry!" Tré yells while stumbling to his feet and leaning over the hand-rail to see his friend whizzing down the stairs, backwards, on a tray at top-speed.
"SHIIIIIIIT!!!!" Chilli shouts while approaching a sharp corner and slamming into the wall, then continuing to slide down the stairs.
"No way am I letting you win this race!" shouts Tré while also leaping on a tray and pushing himself off.
Chilli gets to the third floor when she begins to slow down. She turns around to see Tré heading straight for her.
"MOVE IT!!!" Tré yells while slamming into the back of Chilli's tray, which pushes them both off, flying down the stairs again...
Meanwhile, back in the restaurant...
Billie Joe and Adrienne were having a romantic, candle-lit dinner enjoying in a serious conversation for once.
"I love you so much Adie," Billie said while holding his wife's hands across the tabletop.
The waitress smiled and asked them if they would like a bottle of wine.
"Yeah, thanks," Billie said while looking into Adie's eyes.
Adie grinned and leant across the table and kissed him on the lips. They weren't making-out or anything, but it was very long.
"I wonder where Chilli and Tré are?" asked Billie Joe while pulling away from his stunning wife.
Then, they were interrupted ...
Floor two
Chilli had just smashed into the side of Tré's tray, making Tré crash sideways into a wall, then continued down the stairs as they screamed, hiccupped and laughed drunkenly, all at the same time.
"Old lady on the next corner!" screamed Chilli, who was now in front and winning.
"BEEP BEEP!!!" They both called out as they hurtled past a middle-aged woman, who looked shaken at such 'reckless hooliganism!' I think is how she described it later.
Yeah.
The trays swerved around and nearly tipped over as they sharply turned the corner which led into reception.
"WHOO!!! I won! In your face!!" Chilli screamed in delight as she stretched her arms out in triumph. She whacked her right arm heavily on the doorframe that led to the restaurant, "OW FUCK!" she shouted and clutched her arm as the pair zoomed across the polished restaurant floor, and slid to a stop in front of Billie Joe and Adrienne, who are shocked.
"Ta da!" Tré said as he emerged from under a tablecloth. He fell over and started giggling as he rolled around on the floor.
Billie Joe and Adrienne stared down at the their drunken friends, who had just halted at their table then looked at each other, and sighed while rolling their eyes.
"OW! MY LEG!! MY LEG!!!" Chilli wailed, rolling on the floor and clutching her arm.
Billie Joe looked down at Chilli, who was kicking and flailing her legs in the air while rolling around in agony, and he picked up his glass of wine.
"No kid. Uh-uh. That's you're arm," Billie corrected her, embarrassed by the behaviour of two of his best friends as he drank half the wine in the glass and glanced around at the other tables in the restraint. All the occupants looked traumatized by the way a quiet, romantic night had just been interrupted by two drunken lunatics who were now screaming at the top of their lungs. Billie Joe sighed and turned back to Chilli, who had stopped screaming, and was sitting up.
Chilli stared up at Billie Joe silently for a moment, then down at her arm, then back up to Billie again, before screaming out, "OW! MY ARM!! MY ARM!!!"
Billie Joe sighed, Adrienne, however, looked concerned.
"She might be really hurt though," Adie said as she crouched down beside the injured musician, "Can you move your arm?"
Chilli waved her unharmed arm around gloriously and slapped herself in the head so that she collapsed onto the floor, where she began to laugh, then she remembered how much her arm hurt, and she started screaming again, "OW! FUCK!! MY... my... " Chilli stopped and looked over a Billie Joe with puppy dog eyes, "Biwwie... what'sh thish?"
Billie groaned and reached for his wine glass again.
"No Chill. Your OTHER arm," Adie said clearly.
Billie rolled his eyes as he drained the rest of his wine, before resting his head in his arms and grumbling to himself. Tré, on the other hand, had managed to crawl to his feet, stumble over to Billie Joe and Adrienne's table, and consume the near-full bottle of wine.
"Don't you think you've had enough?!" Billie Joe asked at a shout, grabbing Tré's arm, causing the drummer to stop drinking and try to scowl, but failing miserably as he grinned widely.
"Nope!" Tré said while ripping his arm out of Billie Joe's grip, gulping down the rest of the wine and grabbing another bottle from a nearby table.
Billie groaned and turned his attention back to the two women by his feet.
"Are you sure you can't move your arm?" Adie asked. Chilli shook her head like a miserable five year old and stared down at her hand, "Oh dear... "
***
Tré Cool had fallen asleep in his seat in the waiting room with Adrienne next to him, who was waiting nervously. Billie Joe was in the room with Chilli, who was still completely pissed. When they walked out, Chilli hadn't sobered up at all, she was staggering like crazy, more than usual, and even worse...her arm was in a sling and a green cast. The doctor followed them out looking very serious and started talking to Billie Joe, Chilli and Adie.
"I'm afraid you are going to have to restrain from too much arm movement as the arm is broken," said the doctor as he wrote something down on his clipboard.
Something clicked in their minds as Chilli giggled and prodded the clipboard, laughing hysterically and asked the doctor if he had any coke: Would Chilli be able to continue the tour with her arm broken? They didn't know how tough she was. She might not be able to perform! Adie started explaining this to Chilli, but none of it sank in. Chilli just smiled dreamily and stared vacantly at Tré, who had just fallen of his chair and woken up, Chilli was blissfully unaware of what was happening and therefore had no idea what they were on about. Billie sent an SMS to Mike, telling him what had happened to Chilli as Adie gave up on giving details to Chilli and went to explain to Tré, who, remarkably, had now sobered up, though he had a major hangover. A few moments later, Billie's cell phone went off. It was a text message from Mike saying, "Shit! What the fuck are we going to do?!"
Billie didn't bother replying, as he would speak to Mike later on.
The doctor had told them to go home and get some rest. In the car on the way back to the hotel, Adrienne had fallen asleep, her head resting softly on Billie Joe's shoulder. Tré and Chilli were also asleep, with their heads resting on each other in the backseat. Tré was drooling all over his arms and Chilli was mumbling to herself. The rain pelted the tinted windows of the car. Billie smiled to himself as he looked at Adie sleeping during a red light on the busy street.
***
A loud shout of panic was heard from the couch.
"Ohhhhh... Chilli... please... major hangover... " Tré whispered from beside Chilli as she shot up from her upside-down sleeping position and Tré held his head in his arms in an attempt to try and comfort his pounding headache. Billie Joe, Mike and Adrienne came rushing over.
"WHAT? What is it?!" Billie asked in alarm.
"What the fuck?!" Chilli exclaimed as she stared at the cast on her arm, "Why the fuck am I in a fucking cast and why does my fucking arm hurt so fucking much?!"
"You don't remember Chilli?" Billie Joe asked while biting his lip and trying not to laugh at Mike who was staring at the scribbled writing on Chilli cast and pulling strange faces as he struggled to decipher what it said.
"No, I remember perfectly I just wanted to make all this noise and commotion for no reason! Of course I don't remember you fucker!" Chilli yelled sarcastically.
"No need to be mean!" Billie said while standing behind his wife and putting his head onto her shoulder, looking for sympathy. Adrienne smirked and patted his head as Billie continued, "You were drunk and hit your arm off a doorframe and me, Adie and Tré took you to the hospital and-" Billie got cut off by Chilli.
"Where was Mike during all this?"
"Looking for coffee." Adie explained to the aggravated woman.
Chilli scowled and slapped the back of Mike's head in annoyance.
"OW! Meanie... Will you still be able to perform?" Mike asked as he rubbed his skull.
"Fuck yeah!" Chilli replied, staring at him like he was a maniac, "I wouldn't miss it for anything!"
Billie smirked and Mike pushed Chilli by the shoulders. Chilli fell backwards onto the couch, then down onto the floor where she sighed and muttered to herself.
"I hate Mondays."
***
The four band mates came back from one of the wildest parties EVER, in the whole universe, after a HUGE show in the city of London, and agreed that they should go to bed. Chilli walked into her hotel room, and saw two beds. She had to share the room. She twisted around as the door opened behind her, and Tré walked in with his bag in his hands. They exchanged an uncomfortable silence.
"I'm gonna make you're life a living hell," Chilli said coldly, and then added with a smile, "Do you want a beer?"
"How is this hell?" Tré questioned, confused.
"One, you're in a room with me. Two, you're in a room with me. And three, -" she began but Tré cut her off.
"Let me guess. I'm in a room with you?"
"No," Chilli muttered and pretended to look sad; she was really good at doing that, "I don't actually have any beer, and even if I did I wouldn't give it to you. It's MINE!"
Tré laughed and they went to bed...
NOT TOGETHER!
... You pervert.
*The next day*
"Phone, phone, where the fuck's my fucking phone?" Chilli mumbled to herself, searching the room. The door opened and Tré walked in.
"Oh, hey Chilli." He said, "I thought you were out in town?"
"I was, we just got back. We're about to go again but I can't find my ph- WHOA!" Chilli had just noticed the large, bleeding scrape on Tré's shoulder blade, "How the fuck did you get THAT?!"
"Surfing injury," Tré cringed, "Just now."
"Sit," Chilli command. Tré sat on the bed and Chilli grabbed a few things and sat herself next to him. She began to clean his wound, aware that he was watching her, fascinated. Chilli looked up at him; he quickly looked away, blushing. Chilli smiled and grabbed a waterproof dressing for his injury. She placed in delicately over the cuts and noted that Tré was watching her again. Chilli looked up at Tré once more as she pressed the bandage down over his gash.
He kissed her.
They broke apart and Tré looked embarrassed. Chilli was absolutely speechless as he walked, humiliated at himself, out of the door, leaving Chilli sitting on the bed, staring wordlessly after him.
*That night*
Chilli's POV
Damn. Awake. Fuck. No sleep. Hey, wasn't I in a... nope... just a dream... Fuck. I roll over and check the time. 4am. Why have I gone to bed? The night is young. Oh well.
End Chilli's POV
Tré was sitting up in his bed. He seemed to be worried, depressed about something. He had been crying, even Chilli could see that, and she's a total moron.
"Tré?" She asks; Tré looks over at her, "What's wrong, Tré?"
"Nothing."
"What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me!"
He sighs. A tear rolls gently down his cheek. Chilli takes his hand sympathetically in hers.
"Tré?"
"It's just- I think-" He stops.
"What?" Chilli stares into his ocean-like eyes.
"I think I love you!" he blurts out.
"WHOA!!! Um... rewind. Did he just say he thinks he loves me? Ok! What's happening?!" Chilli thinks to herself.
Unknowingly, Chilli lets go of his hand and he drops his head down, ashamed and embarrassed that he was letting himself pour his heart out to a girl who may not love him in return.
"It's just you're beautiful and talented and- and fun and-" he starts.
Chilli cuts him off by pressing her fingers gently over his mouth. He stares at her.
"I think I love you too," Chilli whispers. Tré's eyes widen and Chilli removes her hand from his lips.
"Really?" he asks, full of hope.
Chilli nods, and then pulls him by the neck of his t-shirt into a kiss, which rapidly becomes more passionate. They part and Tré gazes into Chilli's eyes. That spell... it holds him there. Chilli kisses him again softly and he snaps out of it. She crawls into his bed, and lays her head on his chest. He snakes his arms calmly around her waist and they drift off to sleep once again.
Tré's POV
Wow! YES!!!
End Tré's POV
*The next morning*
Chilli's POV
Damn. Awake. Fuck. No sleep. Hey, WHERE AM I!?!
I quickly looked up in shock. Tré was sleeping peacefully with a little smile on his face. Then I remembered what happened last night. Fuck I'm slow. I smiled then leant in and gave him a light kiss on the lips. He opened his eyes.
"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," I said with a laugh.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi." I said.
"You're beautiful," he said with a smile as he pushed my hair out of my face and behind my ear.
"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself," I said with a grin.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Kiss.
"You wanna go see a movie or something today?"
"Yeah sure. Come on, Get up," I said, "Let's go wake Mikey and Screwtape," I added with a nasty smile.
Tré grinned evilly and we got up, snuck across the hall and opened the door to Billie Joe and Mike's room. I stuck my head around the door to check on them. Both still asleep. Perfect. I gestured to Tré and we ran into the room, jumped on the beds, and screamed hysterically.
"THE HOTEL'S ON FIRE!!!! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!!! GET UP NOW!! THERE'S A FUCKING FIRE!!!"
They yawned and rolled over gently saying "Oh, just put a glass of water on it or something," and went back to sleep, completely untroubled. Tré and I left, disheartened.
Nah! I'm just screwing with you (okay... ah, wrong words there... ), but you believed me didntcha?
They both leapt up screaming like maniacs and Mike actually crawled under the bed in fright. Then they saw us laughing ourselves shitless on the ground, and realised it was all a joke. They were pissed and chucked us out into the hall, not even asking if my arm is okay or anything.
IT HAS FEELINGS TOO Y'KNOW!!!
Bastards.
Well, just for that, they'll have to wait to find out that Tré and me are well, y'know... together.
Ok, they're trying to walk to the kitchens but they keep falling down and tripping over nothing. Chilli had this brilliant idea to steal two kitchen trays which would upset the very balance of the universe, and mean that the underwear would have no where to plot against the evil sock puppet people and everyone would fall slave to Mike's shoe! Except for Tré and Chilli who would be treated like royalty.
Yeah, they're very, very, VERY drunk.
Chilli throws open the large doors and they crawl into the kitchen. Tré picks up a pepper grinder on the way and shoved it in his shirt for safekeeping. Chilli stands up cautiously; swaying from side-to-side, and quickly swipes two large, metal, kitchen trays. They start giggling and burst into fits of laughter once they are out the other doors. They eventually relax and Tré accidentally bumps one of the trays sending it sliding down the stairs.
"Oops... "
"NO!" Chilli screams out and jumps on it, so she was now sliding down the stairs on a large kitchen tray.
"What the fuck?!" Is all that she can say as the tray swirls around and she glides backwards down the stairs, on a tray that is rapidly gaining speed.
"Sorry!" Tré yells while stumbling to his feet and leaning over the hand-rail to see his friend whizzing down the stairs, backwards, on a tray at top-speed.
"SHIIIIIIIT!!!!" Chilli shouts while approaching a sharp corner and slamming into the wall, then continuing to slide down the stairs.
"No way am I letting you win this race!" shouts Tré while also leaping on a tray and pushing himself off.
Chilli gets to the third floor when she begins to slow down. She turns around to see Tré heading straight for her.
"MOVE IT!!!" Tré yells while slamming into the back of Chilli's tray, which pushes them both off, flying down the stairs again...
Meanwhile, back in the restaurant...
Billie Joe and Adrienne were having a romantic, candle-lit dinner enjoying in a serious conversation for once.
"I love you so much Adie," Billie said while holding his wife's hands across the tabletop.
The waitress smiled and asked them if they would like a bottle of wine.
"Yeah, thanks," Billie said while looking into Adie's eyes.
Adie grinned and leant across the table and kissed him on the lips. They weren't making-out or anything, but it was very long.
"I wonder where Chilli and Tré are?" asked Billie Joe while pulling away from his stunning wife.
Then, they were interrupted ...
Floor two
Chilli had just smashed into the side of Tré's tray, making Tré crash sideways into a wall, then continued down the stairs as they screamed, hiccupped and laughed drunkenly, all at the same time.
"Old lady on the next corner!" screamed Chilli, who was now in front and winning.
"BEEP BEEP!!!" They both called out as they hurtled past a middle-aged woman, who looked shaken at such 'reckless hooliganism!' I think is how she described it later.
Yeah.
The trays swerved around and nearly tipped over as they sharply turned the corner which led into reception.
"WHOO!!! I won! In your face!!" Chilli screamed in delight as she stretched her arms out in triumph. She whacked her right arm heavily on the doorframe that led to the restaurant, "OW FUCK!" she shouted and clutched her arm as the pair zoomed across the polished restaurant floor, and slid to a stop in front of Billie Joe and Adrienne, who are shocked.
"Ta da!" Tré said as he emerged from under a tablecloth. He fell over and started giggling as he rolled around on the floor.
Billie Joe and Adrienne stared down at the their drunken friends, who had just halted at their table then looked at each other, and sighed while rolling their eyes.
"OW! MY LEG!! MY LEG!!!" Chilli wailed, rolling on the floor and clutching her arm.
Billie Joe looked down at Chilli, who was kicking and flailing her legs in the air while rolling around in agony, and he picked up his glass of wine.
"No kid. Uh-uh. That's you're arm," Billie corrected her, embarrassed by the behaviour of two of his best friends as he drank half the wine in the glass and glanced around at the other tables in the restraint. All the occupants looked traumatized by the way a quiet, romantic night had just been interrupted by two drunken lunatics who were now screaming at the top of their lungs. Billie Joe sighed and turned back to Chilli, who had stopped screaming, and was sitting up.
Chilli stared up at Billie Joe silently for a moment, then down at her arm, then back up to Billie again, before screaming out, "OW! MY ARM!! MY ARM!!!"
Billie Joe sighed, Adrienne, however, looked concerned.
"She might be really hurt though," Adie said as she crouched down beside the injured musician, "Can you move your arm?"
Chilli waved her unharmed arm around gloriously and slapped herself in the head so that she collapsed onto the floor, where she began to laugh, then she remembered how much her arm hurt, and she started screaming again, "OW! FUCK!! MY... my... " Chilli stopped and looked over a Billie Joe with puppy dog eyes, "Biwwie... what'sh thish?"
Billie groaned and reached for his wine glass again.
"No Chill. Your OTHER arm," Adie said clearly.
Billie rolled his eyes as he drained the rest of his wine, before resting his head in his arms and grumbling to himself. Tré, on the other hand, had managed to crawl to his feet, stumble over to Billie Joe and Adrienne's table, and consume the near-full bottle of wine.
"Don't you think you've had enough?!" Billie Joe asked at a shout, grabbing Tré's arm, causing the drummer to stop drinking and try to scowl, but failing miserably as he grinned widely.
"Nope!" Tré said while ripping his arm out of Billie Joe's grip, gulping down the rest of the wine and grabbing another bottle from a nearby table.
Billie groaned and turned his attention back to the two women by his feet.
"Are you sure you can't move your arm?" Adie asked. Chilli shook her head like a miserable five year old and stared down at her hand, "Oh dear... "
***
Tré Cool had fallen asleep in his seat in the waiting room with Adrienne next to him, who was waiting nervously. Billie Joe was in the room with Chilli, who was still completely pissed. When they walked out, Chilli hadn't sobered up at all, she was staggering like crazy, more than usual, and even worse...her arm was in a sling and a green cast. The doctor followed them out looking very serious and started talking to Billie Joe, Chilli and Adie.
"I'm afraid you are going to have to restrain from too much arm movement as the arm is broken," said the doctor as he wrote something down on his clipboard.
Something clicked in their minds as Chilli giggled and prodded the clipboard, laughing hysterically and asked the doctor if he had any coke: Would Chilli be able to continue the tour with her arm broken? They didn't know how tough she was. She might not be able to perform! Adie started explaining this to Chilli, but none of it sank in. Chilli just smiled dreamily and stared vacantly at Tré, who had just fallen of his chair and woken up, Chilli was blissfully unaware of what was happening and therefore had no idea what they were on about. Billie sent an SMS to Mike, telling him what had happened to Chilli as Adie gave up on giving details to Chilli and went to explain to Tré, who, remarkably, had now sobered up, though he had a major hangover. A few moments later, Billie's cell phone went off. It was a text message from Mike saying, "Shit! What the fuck are we going to do?!"
Billie didn't bother replying, as he would speak to Mike later on.
The doctor had told them to go home and get some rest. In the car on the way back to the hotel, Adrienne had fallen asleep, her head resting softly on Billie Joe's shoulder. Tré and Chilli were also asleep, with their heads resting on each other in the backseat. Tré was drooling all over his arms and Chilli was mumbling to herself. The rain pelted the tinted windows of the car. Billie smiled to himself as he looked at Adie sleeping during a red light on the busy street.
***
A loud shout of panic was heard from the couch.
"Ohhhhh... Chilli... please... major hangover... " Tré whispered from beside Chilli as she shot up from her upside-down sleeping position and Tré held his head in his arms in an attempt to try and comfort his pounding headache. Billie Joe, Mike and Adrienne came rushing over.
"WHAT? What is it?!" Billie asked in alarm.
"What the fuck?!" Chilli exclaimed as she stared at the cast on her arm, "Why the fuck am I in a fucking cast and why does my fucking arm hurt so fucking much?!"
"You don't remember Chilli?" Billie Joe asked while biting his lip and trying not to laugh at Mike who was staring at the scribbled writing on Chilli cast and pulling strange faces as he struggled to decipher what it said.
"No, I remember perfectly I just wanted to make all this noise and commotion for no reason! Of course I don't remember you fucker!" Chilli yelled sarcastically.
"No need to be mean!" Billie said while standing behind his wife and putting his head onto her shoulder, looking for sympathy. Adrienne smirked and patted his head as Billie continued, "You were drunk and hit your arm off a doorframe and me, Adie and Tré took you to the hospital and-" Billie got cut off by Chilli.
"Where was Mike during all this?"
"Looking for coffee." Adie explained to the aggravated woman.
Chilli scowled and slapped the back of Mike's head in annoyance.
"OW! Meanie... Will you still be able to perform?" Mike asked as he rubbed his skull.
"Fuck yeah!" Chilli replied, staring at him like he was a maniac, "I wouldn't miss it for anything!"
Billie smirked and Mike pushed Chilli by the shoulders. Chilli fell backwards onto the couch, then down onto the floor where she sighed and muttered to herself.
"I hate Mondays."
***
The four band mates came back from one of the wildest parties EVER, in the whole universe, after a HUGE show in the city of London, and agreed that they should go to bed. Chilli walked into her hotel room, and saw two beds. She had to share the room. She twisted around as the door opened behind her, and Tré walked in with his bag in his hands. They exchanged an uncomfortable silence.
"I'm gonna make you're life a living hell," Chilli said coldly, and then added with a smile, "Do you want a beer?"
"How is this hell?" Tré questioned, confused.
"One, you're in a room with me. Two, you're in a room with me. And three, -" she began but Tré cut her off.
"Let me guess. I'm in a room with you?"
"No," Chilli muttered and pretended to look sad; she was really good at doing that, "I don't actually have any beer, and even if I did I wouldn't give it to you. It's MINE!"
Tré laughed and they went to bed...
NOT TOGETHER!
... You pervert.
*The next day*
"Phone, phone, where the fuck's my fucking phone?" Chilli mumbled to herself, searching the room. The door opened and Tré walked in.
"Oh, hey Chilli." He said, "I thought you were out in town?"
"I was, we just got back. We're about to go again but I can't find my ph- WHOA!" Chilli had just noticed the large, bleeding scrape on Tré's shoulder blade, "How the fuck did you get THAT?!"
"Surfing injury," Tré cringed, "Just now."
"Sit," Chilli command. Tré sat on the bed and Chilli grabbed a few things and sat herself next to him. She began to clean his wound, aware that he was watching her, fascinated. Chilli looked up at him; he quickly looked away, blushing. Chilli smiled and grabbed a waterproof dressing for his injury. She placed in delicately over the cuts and noted that Tré was watching her again. Chilli looked up at Tré once more as she pressed the bandage down over his gash.
He kissed her.
They broke apart and Tré looked embarrassed. Chilli was absolutely speechless as he walked, humiliated at himself, out of the door, leaving Chilli sitting on the bed, staring wordlessly after him.
*That night*
Chilli's POV
Damn. Awake. Fuck. No sleep. Hey, wasn't I in a... nope... just a dream... Fuck. I roll over and check the time. 4am. Why have I gone to bed? The night is young. Oh well.
End Chilli's POV
Tré was sitting up in his bed. He seemed to be worried, depressed about something. He had been crying, even Chilli could see that, and she's a total moron.
"Tré?" She asks; Tré looks over at her, "What's wrong, Tré?"
"Nothing."
"What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me!"
He sighs. A tear rolls gently down his cheek. Chilli takes his hand sympathetically in hers.
"Tré?"
"It's just- I think-" He stops.
"What?" Chilli stares into his ocean-like eyes.
"I think I love you!" he blurts out.
"WHOA!!! Um... rewind. Did he just say he thinks he loves me? Ok! What's happening?!" Chilli thinks to herself.
Unknowingly, Chilli lets go of his hand and he drops his head down, ashamed and embarrassed that he was letting himself pour his heart out to a girl who may not love him in return.
"It's just you're beautiful and talented and- and fun and-" he starts.
Chilli cuts him off by pressing her fingers gently over his mouth. He stares at her.
"I think I love you too," Chilli whispers. Tré's eyes widen and Chilli removes her hand from his lips.
"Really?" he asks, full of hope.
Chilli nods, and then pulls him by the neck of his t-shirt into a kiss, which rapidly becomes more passionate. They part and Tré gazes into Chilli's eyes. That spell... it holds him there. Chilli kisses him again softly and he snaps out of it. She crawls into his bed, and lays her head on his chest. He snakes his arms calmly around her waist and they drift off to sleep once again.
Tré's POV
Wow! YES!!!
End Tré's POV
*The next morning*
Chilli's POV
Damn. Awake. Fuck. No sleep. Hey, WHERE AM I!?!
I quickly looked up in shock. Tré was sleeping peacefully with a little smile on his face. Then I remembered what happened last night. Fuck I'm slow. I smiled then leant in and gave him a light kiss on the lips. He opened his eyes.
"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," I said with a laugh.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi." I said.
"You're beautiful," he said with a smile as he pushed my hair out of my face and behind my ear.
"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself," I said with a grin.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Kiss.
"You wanna go see a movie or something today?"
"Yeah sure. Come on, Get up," I said, "Let's go wake Mikey and Screwtape," I added with a nasty smile.
Tré grinned evilly and we got up, snuck across the hall and opened the door to Billie Joe and Mike's room. I stuck my head around the door to check on them. Both still asleep. Perfect. I gestured to Tré and we ran into the room, jumped on the beds, and screamed hysterically.
"THE HOTEL'S ON FIRE!!!! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!!! GET UP NOW!! THERE'S A FUCKING FIRE!!!"
They yawned and rolled over gently saying "Oh, just put a glass of water on it or something," and went back to sleep, completely untroubled. Tré and I left, disheartened.
Nah! I'm just screwing with you (okay... ah, wrong words there... ), but you believed me didntcha?
They both leapt up screaming like maniacs and Mike actually crawled under the bed in fright. Then they saw us laughing ourselves shitless on the ground, and realised it was all a joke. They were pissed and chucked us out into the hall, not even asking if my arm is okay or anything.
IT HAS FEELINGS TOO Y'KNOW!!!
Bastards.
Well, just for that, they'll have to wait to find out that Tré and me are well, y'know... together.
