The Drummer and the Skater, chapter 3
"BRASS MONKEY! THAT FUNKY MONKEY! BRASS MONKEY CHUNKY, THAT FUNKY MONKEY!" Tre and I screamed while we were in our room. Yup, we were singing to the Beastie Boys. We heard a knock on the door. Tre opened it. He talked for a couple of minutes, then came back.
"Complainers again?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, no. It was Mike reminding me that we got a photo shoot to do at
5:00," he said. I checked the clock. It was 12:47.
"HEY THERE'S A SPONGEBOB MARATHON ON AT 1:00!" Tre screamed. I squealed with joy. Tre sat down in front of the T.V. snuggling under a blanket.
"Why are you under a blanket?" I asked.
"The real question is, why aren't you under a blanket? he said. I rolled my eyes.
"At least let me under then," I said.
"NO! MY BLANKIE!!" Tre screamed in his 5-year old voice. For some reason, it turned me on. I kneeled on the floor.
"Awwww..come on please...Frank?" I said. His eyes grew wide.
"NEVER ADRESS ME BY FRANK!!! IT'S TRE! YOU ARE SO PAYING FOR THAT!" he yelled.
I was about to say something else, but he jumped on top of me. He began to tickle my stomach. Damn, I hate being ticklish. I squirmed to get out, but I was trapped.
"All right...all right...I'm sorry," I said, breathing heavily. "Just stop tickling me." He got a smart-ass look on his face.
"All right.. I'll stop TICKLING you..." he said, with a look on his face that something bad was gonna happen. I thought he was done, but as I went to get up, he pinned me back to the floor. He began to lick and nip at my neck and face. I began thrashing about to get him to stop. Actually, I didn't want him to, but he was covering me in saliva and he kept biting me harder. After a while, I struggled and rolled him over so that I was on top of him. I didn't know what to do though, because he wasn't ticklish, and I know he would just get turned on if I began to lick or bite him. So I stared at him, into his crystal blue eyes. He stared at me too. I thought he would get annoyed, but he looked quite happy. We just stared at each other for about 5 minutes. Then I snapped out of my trance and got off of him. I walked away quickly, blushing red as hell. I couldn't get the image of his gorgeous blue eyes out of my mind. We kind of avoided each other for a couple of hours. He took a shower around 3:00. When he got out I heard him call my name. I went into his bedroom. Again, he was wearing only black pants, no shirt. God, he has a hot body.
"What?" I asked him.
"Can you help me get ready?" he asked.
"Okay!" I said happily. First was his hair. I blow dried it first. I began to giggle.
"What the hell is so funny?" he asked.
"Your hair is all poofy, like an afro," I said. It was true, his hair was very poofy.
"I should totally get a white boy 'fro," he said."You and me could be the West Coast Home-Dizzlez". He gave the west coast sign. I nearly shit myself laughing.
"Only one problem smart one, I'm from North Billerica, MASSACHUSETTS. That's on the east coast," I said.
"Oh yeah, you have the funny Boston accent!" he said giggling. I rolled my eyes. He always makes fun of my Boston accent. I brushed out his hair so that I could spike it. I was done with that quickly. I went and got the bottle of hair gel. I put it in his hair and began to spike it into the world famous Trehawk. I was never good at this. Halfway through, when my fingers were on his scalp, he let out a little moan.
"You..OK?" I asked him. He shook his head a little.
"Yeah-...yeah I'm OK," he said. I shook it off.
TRE'S P.O.V
Holy crap! I'm getting so turned on right now. Her fingers feel so good running through my awesome, kick ass hair. And that little wrestling incident...she was making the most beautiful squealing noises. I just wanted to stare into her gorgeous hazel-green eyes forever. Hey, a birdie! Wait...damn A.D.D.
DEB'S P.O.V
I was done.
"How does it look?" I asked.
"Like yo momma! No it looks awesome," he said smiling. "I like how you made it all messy. I absolutely love it." I laughed.
"What now? I asked.
"Um...MAKE UP GIRL!!!" he said in a high pitched girly voice.
"No I think you should get changed first," I said. He got all happy and went to change. He came out. I started laughing my ass off. He was wearing a coconut bra and a hula skirt.
"What the hell?" I asked. He started laughing because I was laughing.
"Let's go give old Mikey a surprise," he said. I nodded.
"Hold on, I'm gonna go get BJ and Adie."
I went and got them. We walked in the door. He was standing in the living room. Tre quietly snuck in. Me, Billie, and Adie watched from the door. He called Mike's name. As soon as he turned around, Tre began to act like a stripper.
"WHAT THE FUCK TRE?" he yelled. We were laughing our asses off. That joke died down after a while, so we all went back to our rooms. Tre went and got changed for real this time. He came out wearing black pants, a white dress shirt with a black jacket, and a white and black tie. I almost had an orgasm just looking at him. It was 4:50, so we had to hurry. He put on his eyeliner, sprayed on some Axe, and we headed out.
"Complainers again?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, no. It was Mike reminding me that we got a photo shoot to do at
5:00," he said. I checked the clock. It was 12:47.
"HEY THERE'S A SPONGEBOB MARATHON ON AT 1:00!" Tre screamed. I squealed with joy. Tre sat down in front of the T.V. snuggling under a blanket.
"Why are you under a blanket?" I asked.
"The real question is, why aren't you under a blanket? he said. I rolled my eyes.
"At least let me under then," I said.
"NO! MY BLANKIE!!" Tre screamed in his 5-year old voice. For some reason, it turned me on. I kneeled on the floor.
"Awwww..come on please...Frank?" I said. His eyes grew wide.
"NEVER ADRESS ME BY FRANK!!! IT'S TRE! YOU ARE SO PAYING FOR THAT!" he yelled.
I was about to say something else, but he jumped on top of me. He began to tickle my stomach. Damn, I hate being ticklish. I squirmed to get out, but I was trapped.
"All right...all right...I'm sorry," I said, breathing heavily. "Just stop tickling me." He got a smart-ass look on his face.
"All right.. I'll stop TICKLING you..." he said, with a look on his face that something bad was gonna happen. I thought he was done, but as I went to get up, he pinned me back to the floor. He began to lick and nip at my neck and face. I began thrashing about to get him to stop. Actually, I didn't want him to, but he was covering me in saliva and he kept biting me harder. After a while, I struggled and rolled him over so that I was on top of him. I didn't know what to do though, because he wasn't ticklish, and I know he would just get turned on if I began to lick or bite him. So I stared at him, into his crystal blue eyes. He stared at me too. I thought he would get annoyed, but he looked quite happy. We just stared at each other for about 5 minutes. Then I snapped out of my trance and got off of him. I walked away quickly, blushing red as hell. I couldn't get the image of his gorgeous blue eyes out of my mind. We kind of avoided each other for a couple of hours. He took a shower around 3:00. When he got out I heard him call my name. I went into his bedroom. Again, he was wearing only black pants, no shirt. God, he has a hot body.
"What?" I asked him.
"Can you help me get ready?" he asked.
"Okay!" I said happily. First was his hair. I blow dried it first. I began to giggle.
"What the hell is so funny?" he asked.
"Your hair is all poofy, like an afro," I said. It was true, his hair was very poofy.
"I should totally get a white boy 'fro," he said."You and me could be the West Coast Home-Dizzlez". He gave the west coast sign. I nearly shit myself laughing.
"Only one problem smart one, I'm from North Billerica, MASSACHUSETTS. That's on the east coast," I said.
"Oh yeah, you have the funny Boston accent!" he said giggling. I rolled my eyes. He always makes fun of my Boston accent. I brushed out his hair so that I could spike it. I was done with that quickly. I went and got the bottle of hair gel. I put it in his hair and began to spike it into the world famous Trehawk. I was never good at this. Halfway through, when my fingers were on his scalp, he let out a little moan.
"You..OK?" I asked him. He shook his head a little.
"Yeah-...yeah I'm OK," he said. I shook it off.
TRE'S P.O.V
Holy crap! I'm getting so turned on right now. Her fingers feel so good running through my awesome, kick ass hair. And that little wrestling incident...she was making the most beautiful squealing noises. I just wanted to stare into her gorgeous hazel-green eyes forever. Hey, a birdie! Wait...damn A.D.D.
DEB'S P.O.V
I was done.
"How does it look?" I asked.
"Like yo momma! No it looks awesome," he said smiling. "I like how you made it all messy. I absolutely love it." I laughed.
"What now? I asked.
"Um...MAKE UP GIRL!!!" he said in a high pitched girly voice.
"No I think you should get changed first," I said. He got all happy and went to change. He came out. I started laughing my ass off. He was wearing a coconut bra and a hula skirt.
"What the hell?" I asked. He started laughing because I was laughing.
"Let's go give old Mikey a surprise," he said. I nodded.
"Hold on, I'm gonna go get BJ and Adie."
I went and got them. We walked in the door. He was standing in the living room. Tre quietly snuck in. Me, Billie, and Adie watched from the door. He called Mike's name. As soon as he turned around, Tre began to act like a stripper.
"WHAT THE FUCK TRE?" he yelled. We were laughing our asses off. That joke died down after a while, so we all went back to our rooms. Tre went and got changed for real this time. He came out wearing black pants, a white dress shirt with a black jacket, and a white and black tie. I almost had an orgasm just looking at him. It was 4:50, so we had to hurry. He put on his eyeliner, sprayed on some Axe, and we headed out.
