The Ghost Of You, chapter 2
"Jesus Christ, Frank! Get the hell up!"
Tré and Brie opened their eyes groggily to see Claudia standing in front of the couch, looking very angry.
"Huh? What time is it?" Tré asked in a rough, tired voice, sitting up slowly and rubbing his eyes.
"It's nine in the fucking morning! Were you out all night again? Did you really have to fall asleep with your girlfriend on the couch, NAKED?!" Claudia fumed, infuriated.
Brie looked down and realized she only had her bra and panties on. But Tré was completely naked.
"Please don't yell, Claudia. My head hurts like a bitch," Tré said, rubbing at his forehead, not even realizing what Claudia had just referred to his one-night fling as.
Claudia lowered her voice to a harsh whisper. "What if Frankito had found you two? He's only five years old, Frank "
"Frank?" Brie asked groggily, confused. She sat up and looked at Tré questioningly, rubbing at her bloodshot eyes and smearing her eyeliner even worse.
"Wha...Oh, yeah, that's my real name. Tré Cool is just...what most people call me," he explained, yawning in the middle of his sentence.
Brie nodded, then got up and found her clothes, which were scattered around the floor around the couch. She rushed to slip them on, still smelling of the bar and Tré's cologne.
"You're lucky I took Frankito straight to the kitchen when we woke up," Claudia continued to criticize Tré as Brie got dressed behind her.
"Where is he now?" Tré asked, a little more awake.
"Upstairs, watching TV in his room. Now please, get up and get some clothes on. Or at least go to your room," Claudia replied disgustedly. "I have to like... vacuum the couch now or something."
Tré got up and found his clothes, putting his boxers on. Then he gestured for Brie to follow him and they went upstairs, into a room that could only be his.
He closed and locked the bedroom door behind them as Brie observed the room they were now in. Even though it was the bedroom of a 32-year-old man, there were posters scattered amongst the walls and random objects lining the shelves on the walls and the dresser to the left. The bed was about the only normal thing, which had obviously been made by Claudia, complete with a flowery bed set.
"Wow, interesting room," Brie chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess," Tré said, tossing his dirty clothes into a hamper and opening his dresser to find a clean outfit.
A few moments passed in silence as Brie continued observing the room and Tré put on clean clothes. She wasn't sure if she should look away or not, but still felt slightly awkward. They had both had a generous amount of alcohol last night, but not enough to actually make their choices for them. Just enough to strip away the awkwardness that usually came with the choices they had made. Finally, though, she decided to speak up.
"So, last night..." she began, unable to find words that sounded right. "That was..."
Tré stopped and turned to her. "Yeah... it was pretty uh... amazing."
He surprised himself by admitting to how he really felt with such a corny word.
Brie blinked, obviously surprised as well. "Yeah... it really was."
Tré walked up to her, coming face-to-face, standing only a few inches taller than her. "I know you said you wouldn't do that on the first night, but I knew my sexiness would persuade you."
Brie laughed, kind of thankful he'd broken the awkward air that was floating around them.
"But yeah... so, I don't know if you want a relationship or anything, but last night was really a... like... new experience for me," he continued, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously.
"Yeah, it was for me, too... And, well, I'm not really sure yet, but... if you want my phone number, I'd be glad to give it to you. You know, if you're gonna actually call," Brie said with a warm smile.
He looked relieved at those words. "Well, yeah, I'll totally call. I think it'd be really cool to spend some more time with you... and... stuff."
She let out a small giggle. "Y'know, I usually don't go for older guys. But... you're an exception."
He smiled at her gratefully. "I'll get something for you to write your number on."
He turned and began searching the drawers of his dresser, then the drawers of his night stand, for some paper and a writing utensil. She watched and waited patiently, then watched happily as he brought her a piece of paper and a pen. She jotted down her cell phone number on the paper, then handed it to him. He took it gladly, glancing down at it before stuffing it in his pocket, taking back the pen and tossing it on his desk carelessly.
She glanced at her watch and saw it was barely past 9:30 a.m. She and Tré sat down on the edge of his bed, resting, a bit unsure of what to do now. He wasn't sure if she wanted a ride home, or food, or what. They were silent for a little bit, then looked over at each other.
'I'm glad he has a serious side, like last night,' Brie thought to herself, staring back at him intently. 'But he's still random and funny... He's spontaneous... He makes me forget all of my problems, my pain, and I like that... I like him.'
Pretty soon, they found themselves unable to resist each other, and began making out. They laid back on the bed and kissed each other lustfully, mouths crashing together in passion, tongues wrestling with desperation. Eventually, their clothes, which they had just put on about ten minutes prior, were in a pile on the floor, and Brie was straddling Tré, continuing to kiss him. They proceeded to explore each other's bodies with lust in their eyes and need in their veins, doing things they hadn't had the energy, nor the craving for, the night before.
After about two hours, or a perfect eternity to Tré, they were lying together on his completely destroyed bed, sweat dripping from their bodies and hair, chests rising and falling rapidly. Smiling, they fell asleep again, oblivious and careless as to what lay ahead.
Tré and Brie opened their eyes groggily to see Claudia standing in front of the couch, looking very angry.
"Huh? What time is it?" Tré asked in a rough, tired voice, sitting up slowly and rubbing his eyes.
"It's nine in the fucking morning! Were you out all night again? Did you really have to fall asleep with your girlfriend on the couch, NAKED?!" Claudia fumed, infuriated.
Brie looked down and realized she only had her bra and panties on. But Tré was completely naked.
"Please don't yell, Claudia. My head hurts like a bitch," Tré said, rubbing at his forehead, not even realizing what Claudia had just referred to his one-night fling as.
Claudia lowered her voice to a harsh whisper. "What if Frankito had found you two? He's only five years old, Frank "
"Frank?" Brie asked groggily, confused. She sat up and looked at Tré questioningly, rubbing at her bloodshot eyes and smearing her eyeliner even worse.
"Wha...Oh, yeah, that's my real name. Tré Cool is just...what most people call me," he explained, yawning in the middle of his sentence.
Brie nodded, then got up and found her clothes, which were scattered around the floor around the couch. She rushed to slip them on, still smelling of the bar and Tré's cologne.
"You're lucky I took Frankito straight to the kitchen when we woke up," Claudia continued to criticize Tré as Brie got dressed behind her.
"Where is he now?" Tré asked, a little more awake.
"Upstairs, watching TV in his room. Now please, get up and get some clothes on. Or at least go to your room," Claudia replied disgustedly. "I have to like... vacuum the couch now or something."
Tré got up and found his clothes, putting his boxers on. Then he gestured for Brie to follow him and they went upstairs, into a room that could only be his.
He closed and locked the bedroom door behind them as Brie observed the room they were now in. Even though it was the bedroom of a 32-year-old man, there were posters scattered amongst the walls and random objects lining the shelves on the walls and the dresser to the left. The bed was about the only normal thing, which had obviously been made by Claudia, complete with a flowery bed set.
"Wow, interesting room," Brie chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess," Tré said, tossing his dirty clothes into a hamper and opening his dresser to find a clean outfit.
A few moments passed in silence as Brie continued observing the room and Tré put on clean clothes. She wasn't sure if she should look away or not, but still felt slightly awkward. They had both had a generous amount of alcohol last night, but not enough to actually make their choices for them. Just enough to strip away the awkwardness that usually came with the choices they had made. Finally, though, she decided to speak up.
"So, last night..." she began, unable to find words that sounded right. "That was..."
Tré stopped and turned to her. "Yeah... it was pretty uh... amazing."
He surprised himself by admitting to how he really felt with such a corny word.
Brie blinked, obviously surprised as well. "Yeah... it really was."
Tré walked up to her, coming face-to-face, standing only a few inches taller than her. "I know you said you wouldn't do that on the first night, but I knew my sexiness would persuade you."
Brie laughed, kind of thankful he'd broken the awkward air that was floating around them.
"But yeah... so, I don't know if you want a relationship or anything, but last night was really a... like... new experience for me," he continued, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously.
"Yeah, it was for me, too... And, well, I'm not really sure yet, but... if you want my phone number, I'd be glad to give it to you. You know, if you're gonna actually call," Brie said with a warm smile.
He looked relieved at those words. "Well, yeah, I'll totally call. I think it'd be really cool to spend some more time with you... and... stuff."
She let out a small giggle. "Y'know, I usually don't go for older guys. But... you're an exception."
He smiled at her gratefully. "I'll get something for you to write your number on."
He turned and began searching the drawers of his dresser, then the drawers of his night stand, for some paper and a writing utensil. She watched and waited patiently, then watched happily as he brought her a piece of paper and a pen. She jotted down her cell phone number on the paper, then handed it to him. He took it gladly, glancing down at it before stuffing it in his pocket, taking back the pen and tossing it on his desk carelessly.
She glanced at her watch and saw it was barely past 9:30 a.m. She and Tré sat down on the edge of his bed, resting, a bit unsure of what to do now. He wasn't sure if she wanted a ride home, or food, or what. They were silent for a little bit, then looked over at each other.
'I'm glad he has a serious side, like last night,' Brie thought to herself, staring back at him intently. 'But he's still random and funny... He's spontaneous... He makes me forget all of my problems, my pain, and I like that... I like him.'
Pretty soon, they found themselves unable to resist each other, and began making out. They laid back on the bed and kissed each other lustfully, mouths crashing together in passion, tongues wrestling with desperation. Eventually, their clothes, which they had just put on about ten minutes prior, were in a pile on the floor, and Brie was straddling Tré, continuing to kiss him. They proceeded to explore each other's bodies with lust in their eyes and need in their veins, doing things they hadn't had the energy, nor the craving for, the night before.
After about two hours, or a perfect eternity to Tré, they were lying together on his completely destroyed bed, sweat dripping from their bodies and hair, chests rising and falling rapidly. Smiling, they fell asleep again, oblivious and careless as to what lay ahead.
