The Ghost Of You, chapter 4
Over the next week, Tré and Brie spent pretty much all of their time together. They didn't spend more than eight hours apart, and never went more than twenty-four hours without having sex. They grew to know each other like alter egos, able to read the other's expressions and body language, and taste their thoughts on their skin. Then Tré got the brilliant idea of inviting Brie out to golfing with him and Mike.
"Can't I like...drive the golf cart or something?" Brie asked as the three of them drove to the country club golf course.
Mike laughed, shaking his head.
"No. You have to at least try to play. I mean, it's not that hard," Tré said.
"I've played before, but I SUCK at golf! I lose to ten-year-olds playing MINI-GOLF!" Brie objected.
"It's not whether you win or lose," Mike said, driving onto the country club road.
"It's how you swing the stick," Tré finished for him.
Brie laughed, but Mike just pretended to ignore him.
"Anyway, you can drive the golf cart, though, I guess. If you really want to!" Tré complained.
Mike found a parking spot and within a few minutes, they were out on the golf course.
At each hole, they would wait on each other to play. Usually while Mike was playing, Tré and Brie were in the golf cart making out, not paying any attention whatsoever. And while Tré was playing, Brie and Mike talked. But when Brie played, Tré attempted at helping her, only bringing laughter from Mike, who stood back and watched to his own amusement.
Finally, the game was over, and Mike totaled up the scores.
"Uh...Tré won, I came in second, and Brie...you lost terribly," he said.
Tré laughed, then wrapped his arms around Brie, who was pretending to be sad.
"It's okay. I still love you, loser," he joked.
She laughed. "That's alright. I still think the golf cart is the best part of the whole game."
"It's not even - whatever. The point is, Tré won. Let's go home now," Mike chuckled.
"Yeah, the point is, I won, and now Mikey can take us home so we can fuck," Tré said with a proud smile after they had gotten in the car.
"Yeah!" Brie agreed.
Mike rolled his eyes. "It's the middle of the day!"
"Exactly," Brie said. "We haven't boned since like, what was it? Ten this morning?"
Tré nodded, still beaming.
"Aren't you...sore in any way?" Mike asked Brie awkwardly as he drove.
Brie laughed lightly. "Well, the first few days, 'cause I wasn't used to doing it more than twice a week. But I got used to it."
"Yeah, she was kinda limping and walkin' all weird the first few days. I remember that," Tré said with a laugh. "But now it's just fuckin' good. Wouldn't you say, dear?"
"Indeed, darling. Except, I would use 'great'," Brie agreed in a fake intelligence voice.
Mike sighed. "You guys...I swear, I've never met a person more fit to be Tré's soul mate!"
Brie laughed, then leaned over and kissed Tré lightly on the lips. Even though they'd only been together for less than a week, she felt that Mike may be right.
When Mike dropped Tré and Brie off at Tré's house, they went inside, greeted Claudia, then rushed upstairs to have sex. They had to be quiet, since Frankito was in his bedroom just down the hall, taking his nap. But that was fine with them, since it meant they would just have to go slow.
Afterwards, they laid in bed together. Tré decided to take this opportunity to tell Brie something important he'd been meaning to tell her for the past two days or so.
"Baby, I need to tell you something," he said sadly.
"What is it?"
"Well, you know, I am in a band, and we have tours. And we have to finish this year's...so I thought I'd tell you today that we're leaving in three days for another four months of touring," he said, managing to tell her flat-out.
Brie raised her head up and looked at Tré sadly. "You mean...I won't see you for four months?"
"Well, that's the thing," he hesitated, a bit nervous. "I could bring you with us. Y'know...if it worked out and everything."
"You can do that?" Brie wondered, her face lighting up a little.
"Yeah. It'd be just like when Billie brings Adie, and Mike brings his girlfriend. But I didn't know if you wanted to just leave on a bus with me for four months. Touring is rough. That's why I never took Claudia or Lisea. They didn't like it at all. But you're different, and I love you a lot, and I really don't want to be apart for that long," he explained.
She sat up and stared ahead at the closed bedroom door blankly, thinking. "If I went, I'd have to quit my job, and get somebody to watch over my apartment while we're gone. And...we've been together for barely a week. I don't see -"
"So? What does that matter?" Tré suddenly interrupted sharply.
Her head snapped around to face him. "I don't know...I mean, it's just so soon..."
"God dammit, Brie!" he sat up angrily and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, shaking his head.
She turned around to him, startled.
He looked at her, anger and frustration on his face. "Why the hell do you always do that?!"
"Do what?" she asked, confused.
He sighed exasperatedly, standing up and turning to her. "It's always about time. I don't fucking...I love you, okay? So WHAT if we've only known each other for a week? This week that I've spent with you has been the best fucking week of my life. I thought you'd want to go with me on this tour. I thought you felt the same about me as I feel about you. And, at the risk of sounding fucking corny as hell, I have to admit that I've never felt this way about anyone. Not either of my ex-wives, not any of the girlfriends I've had...no one. I think this could go beyond just dating or fucking or whatever we're doing. But being apart for four months could ruin it. And the last thing I wanna do is let something this fucking good just...slip away."
Brie's eyes got unwantedly teary. She turned away from Tré so he wouldn't see.
"Shit," he murmured to himself. He crawled onto the bed and wrapped his arms around Brie. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get mad. I just don't think how long we've been together should matter."
Brie shook her head. "No, it's okay. I understand. I'd be pretty frustrated, too."
They were silent for a short while. Then Brie wiped her eyes and looked at Tré, smiling weakly.
"Will Billie and Mike care if I come with you?" she asked.
He smiled happily. "I already talked to them about it. They think it'll be cool."
He remembered his conversation with Billie and felt a knot form in his stomach. Why couldn't Billie just accept Brie and be happy for Tré?
But then he thought about how happy Mike was, and how welcoming he was towards Brie, and he felt better. At least one of his friends could be happy for him.
"Can't I like...drive the golf cart or something?" Brie asked as the three of them drove to the country club golf course.
Mike laughed, shaking his head.
"No. You have to at least try to play. I mean, it's not that hard," Tré said.
"I've played before, but I SUCK at golf! I lose to ten-year-olds playing MINI-GOLF!" Brie objected.
"It's not whether you win or lose," Mike said, driving onto the country club road.
"It's how you swing the stick," Tré finished for him.
Brie laughed, but Mike just pretended to ignore him.
"Anyway, you can drive the golf cart, though, I guess. If you really want to!" Tré complained.
Mike found a parking spot and within a few minutes, they were out on the golf course.
At each hole, they would wait on each other to play. Usually while Mike was playing, Tré and Brie were in the golf cart making out, not paying any attention whatsoever. And while Tré was playing, Brie and Mike talked. But when Brie played, Tré attempted at helping her, only bringing laughter from Mike, who stood back and watched to his own amusement.
Finally, the game was over, and Mike totaled up the scores.
"Uh...Tré won, I came in second, and Brie...you lost terribly," he said.
Tré laughed, then wrapped his arms around Brie, who was pretending to be sad.
"It's okay. I still love you, loser," he joked.
She laughed. "That's alright. I still think the golf cart is the best part of the whole game."
"It's not even - whatever. The point is, Tré won. Let's go home now," Mike chuckled.
"Yeah, the point is, I won, and now Mikey can take us home so we can fuck," Tré said with a proud smile after they had gotten in the car.
"Yeah!" Brie agreed.
Mike rolled his eyes. "It's the middle of the day!"
"Exactly," Brie said. "We haven't boned since like, what was it? Ten this morning?"
Tré nodded, still beaming.
"Aren't you...sore in any way?" Mike asked Brie awkwardly as he drove.
Brie laughed lightly. "Well, the first few days, 'cause I wasn't used to doing it more than twice a week. But I got used to it."
"Yeah, she was kinda limping and walkin' all weird the first few days. I remember that," Tré said with a laugh. "But now it's just fuckin' good. Wouldn't you say, dear?"
"Indeed, darling. Except, I would use 'great'," Brie agreed in a fake intelligence voice.
Mike sighed. "You guys...I swear, I've never met a person more fit to be Tré's soul mate!"
Brie laughed, then leaned over and kissed Tré lightly on the lips. Even though they'd only been together for less than a week, she felt that Mike may be right.
When Mike dropped Tré and Brie off at Tré's house, they went inside, greeted Claudia, then rushed upstairs to have sex. They had to be quiet, since Frankito was in his bedroom just down the hall, taking his nap. But that was fine with them, since it meant they would just have to go slow.
Afterwards, they laid in bed together. Tré decided to take this opportunity to tell Brie something important he'd been meaning to tell her for the past two days or so.
"Baby, I need to tell you something," he said sadly.
"What is it?"
"Well, you know, I am in a band, and we have tours. And we have to finish this year's...so I thought I'd tell you today that we're leaving in three days for another four months of touring," he said, managing to tell her flat-out.
Brie raised her head up and looked at Tré sadly. "You mean...I won't see you for four months?"
"Well, that's the thing," he hesitated, a bit nervous. "I could bring you with us. Y'know...if it worked out and everything."
"You can do that?" Brie wondered, her face lighting up a little.
"Yeah. It'd be just like when Billie brings Adie, and Mike brings his girlfriend. But I didn't know if you wanted to just leave on a bus with me for four months. Touring is rough. That's why I never took Claudia or Lisea. They didn't like it at all. But you're different, and I love you a lot, and I really don't want to be apart for that long," he explained.
She sat up and stared ahead at the closed bedroom door blankly, thinking. "If I went, I'd have to quit my job, and get somebody to watch over my apartment while we're gone. And...we've been together for barely a week. I don't see -"
"So? What does that matter?" Tré suddenly interrupted sharply.
Her head snapped around to face him. "I don't know...I mean, it's just so soon..."
"God dammit, Brie!" he sat up angrily and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, shaking his head.
She turned around to him, startled.
He looked at her, anger and frustration on his face. "Why the hell do you always do that?!"
"Do what?" she asked, confused.
He sighed exasperatedly, standing up and turning to her. "It's always about time. I don't fucking...I love you, okay? So WHAT if we've only known each other for a week? This week that I've spent with you has been the best fucking week of my life. I thought you'd want to go with me on this tour. I thought you felt the same about me as I feel about you. And, at the risk of sounding fucking corny as hell, I have to admit that I've never felt this way about anyone. Not either of my ex-wives, not any of the girlfriends I've had...no one. I think this could go beyond just dating or fucking or whatever we're doing. But being apart for four months could ruin it. And the last thing I wanna do is let something this fucking good just...slip away."
Brie's eyes got unwantedly teary. She turned away from Tré so he wouldn't see.
"Shit," he murmured to himself. He crawled onto the bed and wrapped his arms around Brie. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get mad. I just don't think how long we've been together should matter."
Brie shook her head. "No, it's okay. I understand. I'd be pretty frustrated, too."
They were silent for a short while. Then Brie wiped her eyes and looked at Tré, smiling weakly.
"Will Billie and Mike care if I come with you?" she asked.
He smiled happily. "I already talked to them about it. They think it'll be cool."
He remembered his conversation with Billie and felt a knot form in his stomach. Why couldn't Billie just accept Brie and be happy for Tré?
But then he thought about how happy Mike was, and how welcoming he was towards Brie, and he felt better. At least one of his friends could be happy for him.
