Those Damn Cheerios..., chapter 11
Torry slowly opened the door to Mike and slipped inside. She closed the door behind her, wincing at the creak of it shutting. Torry tiptoed over to a leeping
Mike, and slid in the bed.
Mike rolled over to face her as she pulled the covers over her shoulder.
"What the hell are you doing here? Your room is across the hall." Torry rested her head in her hand and put her elbow on her pillow. "What?" He asked, she was staring at him, it made him nervous. "You know what happened last time, and what shit it caused, I-I'm not doing this."
Mike tried to get out of the bed, but Torry grabbed her shoulder.
"Mike... please, come on. That's not going to happen again, I just wanted to talk." Mike sighed.
"There's nothing between us, Torry... We were drunk... I felt sorry for you." But Mike knew inside himself that that wasn't true, he really cared for Torry, alot, and had since he first saw her. But, of course, Tre had made a big scene, and grabbed her up before he could. It was the same every time.
"I know... I know...But I do care for you, more than a friend. I know you... you have to care for me atleast a bit." Mike looked down at his bare feet. Then, he laid back down in bed, and rolled over again to face Torry.
"I'm sorry... this isn't right... Tre is right out there. It's wrong. I've hurt him enough. I can't go through with anything again." His eyes drifted away from hers.
Then, she pulled in and kissed him full on the lips. It shocked Mike a little bit, but then, he got lost in the kiss, and cupped the back of her head with his hand, only pulling her closer. They started slipping tongues in, and holding each other everywhere.
Mike rolled Torry over, making him ontop and straddling her, starting to take off his shirt. He was too into it now to stop. Why did she have to do this to him? The voice in his head told him to stop, but another voice told him to go.
Torry broke from the kiss, gasping for air. "I want this so bad, Mike" She pulled back in, and sucked on the name of his neck. Mike groaned, arching his back. She was getting to him, in too much of a way. Hopefuly Billie won't walk in on them.
Mike looked over his shoulder just to check the door, but Torry grabbed his chin, turning him back around to kiss him again.
It went all the way this time. Just like the last night they had spent with each other. Mike woke up early in the morning, Torry sleeping sound next to him.
Fuck.
What had he done? He had messed up again, he slept with her. Again. He felt sick, and dirty like the dirty that can't be washed off. He hated this feeling, and he was right back where he had placed himself before. It had been almost 24 hours since he had told Tre he slept with Torry.
He did it again. Mike sighed. He slid out of bed, putting his clothes back on that he had scattered around the room last night. He went to the bathroom to wash his face. He looked like shit. He felt like it too, being trashed as he was last night.
Mike went to leave the bedroom, and took one last look at Torry. Then he silently closed the door behind him. He walked back down the hall to the living room, wincing as the morning light shown in through the windows.
Tre was still sleeping on the couch. He walked over to him, and crouched down next to his spot on the sofa. He whispered into Tre's ear, "I'm sorry, buddy.... I didn't mean for it to end out this way." Tre growled and shifted positions, and Mike backed off, hating himself.
Then, he found a peice of paper on the counter and scribbled a note for Billie. He folded up and walked over to wear Billie slept, and tossed it, and it landed softly, catching on one of the ripples in Billie's shirt.
Mike left more silently than he had come. He drove off in his car, to where ever he was going to go, as long as it wasn't here.
Mike, and slid in the bed.
Mike rolled over to face her as she pulled the covers over her shoulder.
"What the hell are you doing here? Your room is across the hall." Torry rested her head in her hand and put her elbow on her pillow. "What?" He asked, she was staring at him, it made him nervous. "You know what happened last time, and what shit it caused, I-I'm not doing this."
Mike tried to get out of the bed, but Torry grabbed her shoulder.
"Mike... please, come on. That's not going to happen again, I just wanted to talk." Mike sighed.
"There's nothing between us, Torry... We were drunk... I felt sorry for you." But Mike knew inside himself that that wasn't true, he really cared for Torry, alot, and had since he first saw her. But, of course, Tre had made a big scene, and grabbed her up before he could. It was the same every time.
"I know... I know...But I do care for you, more than a friend. I know you... you have to care for me atleast a bit." Mike looked down at his bare feet. Then, he laid back down in bed, and rolled over again to face Torry.
"I'm sorry... this isn't right... Tre is right out there. It's wrong. I've hurt him enough. I can't go through with anything again." His eyes drifted away from hers.
Then, she pulled in and kissed him full on the lips. It shocked Mike a little bit, but then, he got lost in the kiss, and cupped the back of her head with his hand, only pulling her closer. They started slipping tongues in, and holding each other everywhere.
Mike rolled Torry over, making him ontop and straddling her, starting to take off his shirt. He was too into it now to stop. Why did she have to do this to him? The voice in his head told him to stop, but another voice told him to go.
Torry broke from the kiss, gasping for air. "I want this so bad, Mike" She pulled back in, and sucked on the name of his neck. Mike groaned, arching his back. She was getting to him, in too much of a way. Hopefuly Billie won't walk in on them.
Mike looked over his shoulder just to check the door, but Torry grabbed his chin, turning him back around to kiss him again.
It went all the way this time. Just like the last night they had spent with each other. Mike woke up early in the morning, Torry sleeping sound next to him.
Fuck.
What had he done? He had messed up again, he slept with her. Again. He felt sick, and dirty like the dirty that can't be washed off. He hated this feeling, and he was right back where he had placed himself before. It had been almost 24 hours since he had told Tre he slept with Torry.
He did it again. Mike sighed. He slid out of bed, putting his clothes back on that he had scattered around the room last night. He went to the bathroom to wash his face. He looked like shit. He felt like it too, being trashed as he was last night.
Mike went to leave the bedroom, and took one last look at Torry. Then he silently closed the door behind him. He walked back down the hall to the living room, wincing as the morning light shown in through the windows.
Tre was still sleeping on the couch. He walked over to him, and crouched down next to his spot on the sofa. He whispered into Tre's ear, "I'm sorry, buddy.... I didn't mean for it to end out this way." Tre growled and shifted positions, and Mike backed off, hating himself.
Then, he found a peice of paper on the counter and scribbled a note for Billie. He folded up and walked over to wear Billie slept, and tossed it, and it landed softly, catching on one of the ripples in Billie's shirt.
Mike left more silently than he had come. He drove off in his car, to where ever he was going to go, as long as it wasn't here.
