1,000 Work Hours, chapter 8
The next morning
Sammie woke up in Tre's large muscular arms. She felt warm and safe when she awoke. Like a blanket of safety and security had been put over her. He was holding her close to him like he never wanted to let her go. Sammie could feel his body heat coming off him. Suddenly he shifted and she awoke fully. He loosened his grip. She scooted over a bit and she turned to her side. He was awake and smiling at her. She smiled back.
"Morning Sam," Tre greeted softly.
"Hey Tre," she replied.
She looked into his liquid blue eyes and stared in awe.
"You're so sexy Tre," Sammie said putting a hand upon Tre's cheek, she leaned over and planted a kiss on him.
"And you're beautiful," Tre replied.
There was a bit of silence.
"I can't believe we finally did it after all this time," Tre commented. "I've wanted it for so long."
Sammie looked over at him.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yeah, since 8th grade, that first time I kissed you," Tre said slightly blushing.
"Really? I've felt the same way," she replied grinning.
"Yeah?" Tre wondered aloud. "The only reason I never said anything was that I didn't want to fuck up the relationship we had. I loved being friends with you and coming to the Quick stop every morning to hang out and shit. I loved it. And I thought if we started going out then we might break up and that would be gone. And I would be just so mad at myself. I couldn't take it. So I never did nothing," Tre replied and half shrugged.
Sammie smiled and stared at him, she kissed him on the lips. He put his arm around her when they parted.
"Where do we go from here?" Tre asked. "I mean, we can't just act like this never happened." Tre reasoned.
"Oh, I know," Sammie agreed. "Want to like start being...a thing?" she asked.
"I dunno, maybe," Tre replied pondering.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yeah," Tre replied nodding. "I've wanted for this my whole life. I love you Sammie," Tre said.
Sammie was truly touched.
"I love you too Tre," I replied.
Tre and Sammie made love again after that. Then they showered and they got dressed. But then that when things got bad. Tre and Sammie were on the couch making out and getting comfortable. All of the sudden there was a loud rapping at the window Tre and Sammie quickly stopped kissing and turned to look who it was.
Johnny.
Tre and I jumped up. His eyes were filled with rage. He moved over and he started banging on the door. Finally he got out his key and he burst in.
"What are you doing with... HIM!" he raged pointing at Tre.
"You fucking cheated on me! We're through!" I screamed at him.
"What? It's just one little thing we can fix it!" he argued.
"No," Tre said butting in. "I've had enough of you shit! You hurt her and now she's mine! I'm her boyfriend now!" Tre defended.
"Yep, I'm tired of your shit Johnny," I said.
"You fucking slut!" Johnny raged on. "You little fucking slut!"
"ME?" she screamed. "I wasn't the one caught in the closet fucking Marissa!"
He just stared at her in rage. And he turned and he walked out. But all of the sudden he stopped.
"You'll be sorry," he growled.
He got in his car and he drove off. Tre walked over and he held me.
"What do you think he;s going to do?" Sammie asked.
"I don't know. Who knows with Johnny."
Sammie woke up in Tre's large muscular arms. She felt warm and safe when she awoke. Like a blanket of safety and security had been put over her. He was holding her close to him like he never wanted to let her go. Sammie could feel his body heat coming off him. Suddenly he shifted and she awoke fully. He loosened his grip. She scooted over a bit and she turned to her side. He was awake and smiling at her. She smiled back.
"Morning Sam," Tre greeted softly.
"Hey Tre," she replied.
She looked into his liquid blue eyes and stared in awe.
"You're so sexy Tre," Sammie said putting a hand upon Tre's cheek, she leaned over and planted a kiss on him.
"And you're beautiful," Tre replied.
There was a bit of silence.
"I can't believe we finally did it after all this time," Tre commented. "I've wanted it for so long."
Sammie looked over at him.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yeah, since 8th grade, that first time I kissed you," Tre said slightly blushing.
"Really? I've felt the same way," she replied grinning.
"Yeah?" Tre wondered aloud. "The only reason I never said anything was that I didn't want to fuck up the relationship we had. I loved being friends with you and coming to the Quick stop every morning to hang out and shit. I loved it. And I thought if we started going out then we might break up and that would be gone. And I would be just so mad at myself. I couldn't take it. So I never did nothing," Tre replied and half shrugged.
Sammie smiled and stared at him, she kissed him on the lips. He put his arm around her when they parted.
"Where do we go from here?" Tre asked. "I mean, we can't just act like this never happened." Tre reasoned.
"Oh, I know," Sammie agreed. "Want to like start being...a thing?" she asked.
"I dunno, maybe," Tre replied pondering.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yeah," Tre replied nodding. "I've wanted for this my whole life. I love you Sammie," Tre said.
Sammie was truly touched.
"I love you too Tre," I replied.
Tre and Sammie made love again after that. Then they showered and they got dressed. But then that when things got bad. Tre and Sammie were on the couch making out and getting comfortable. All of the sudden there was a loud rapping at the window Tre and Sammie quickly stopped kissing and turned to look who it was.
Johnny.
Tre and I jumped up. His eyes were filled with rage. He moved over and he started banging on the door. Finally he got out his key and he burst in.
"What are you doing with... HIM!" he raged pointing at Tre.
"You fucking cheated on me! We're through!" I screamed at him.
"What? It's just one little thing we can fix it!" he argued.
"No," Tre said butting in. "I've had enough of you shit! You hurt her and now she's mine! I'm her boyfriend now!" Tre defended.
"Yep, I'm tired of your shit Johnny," I said.
"You fucking slut!" Johnny raged on. "You little fucking slut!"
"ME?" she screamed. "I wasn't the one caught in the closet fucking Marissa!"
He just stared at her in rage. And he turned and he walked out. But all of the sudden he stopped.
"You'll be sorry," he growled.
He got in his car and he drove off. Tre walked over and he held me.
"What do you think he;s going to do?" Sammie asked.
"I don't know. Who knows with Johnny."
