Buggerfacation, chapter 5
"CHARLIE!"
Charlie's eyes flew open and she sat up as fast as she could.
Her head smashed into something and she heard someone cry out in pain.
"Ow! Whatcha do that for?"
Charlie looked up and found herself face to face with Tre Cool clutching his head.
Oh. So it wasn't a dream.
"I didn't do it on purpose!" Charlie laughed. "Where's the others?"
"Mike's looking for your friends and Billie Joe's... meeting people," Tre said slowly.
"Oh," Charlie replied.
Tre sat down next to her.
"I can't get over the fact that I'm not smeared across the road right now being chiseled off with a spatula," Charlie sighed.
"Sorry," Tre said quietly, "It's not a good way of meeting people."
Charlie smiled at her feet.
Tre didnt bother trying to make conversation anymore and Charlie found herself in the middle of another awkward silence.
"You know..." said Tre suddenly, "They should be back by now"
Charlie took a short breath.
She felt like such an idiot.
She'd always imagined her first meeting with Tre to be great.
She had always imagined herself saying really hilarious things and making Tre smile and maybe even flirting a bit...
Damn her slow mind.
"Charlie?" Tre yelled.
"Huh?" Charlie said quickly, "What was that?"
"I asked if you wanted a drink," Tre sighed.
"Uh... By drink you mean what?" Charlie stammered.
If he offered her alcohol she couldn't take it...
She was a kid.
Godammit! Why did she have to be so young?
She felt something cold being pushed into her hand and sure enough it was a bottle of vodka or something.
Charlie winced.
At least he thought she was old enough to drink...
"Thanks," she said wondering how her voice came out so calm when she was freaking out so much.
"So yeah," Tre said eying her drink.
Charlie knew he was wondering if she would drink it.
All part of his sly plan to see if she was underage.
Jerk.
She took the bottle opener from Tre and opened the lid.
She took a sip.
It was absolutely disgusting.
And she couldn't spit it out in front of Tre.
"What are yous doing?"
Charlie looked up at Billie Joe who was standing in the doorway.
"Hey Tre! What happened to your head?"
"Charlie headbutted me," laughed Tre.
"TRE! YOU CAN'T GIVE HER ALCOHOL!" Billie Joe cried suddenly running over to Charlie and pulling the bottle out of her hand, "Were you trying to get her drunk?"
Tre looked offended.
"No way!" He laughed, "And she took it! It wasn't my fault!"
Charlie felt like such an idiot.
Tre had tricked her into taking the disgusting stuff the jerk that he was and now Billie Joe was onto her probably thinking she was a nutcase or something.
Great.
Charlie's eyes flew open and she sat up as fast as she could.
Her head smashed into something and she heard someone cry out in pain.
"Ow! Whatcha do that for?"
Charlie looked up and found herself face to face with Tre Cool clutching his head.
Oh. So it wasn't a dream.
"I didn't do it on purpose!" Charlie laughed. "Where's the others?"
"Mike's looking for your friends and Billie Joe's... meeting people," Tre said slowly.
"Oh," Charlie replied.
Tre sat down next to her.
"I can't get over the fact that I'm not smeared across the road right now being chiseled off with a spatula," Charlie sighed.
"Sorry," Tre said quietly, "It's not a good way of meeting people."
Charlie smiled at her feet.
Tre didnt bother trying to make conversation anymore and Charlie found herself in the middle of another awkward silence.
"You know..." said Tre suddenly, "They should be back by now"
Charlie took a short breath.
She felt like such an idiot.
She'd always imagined her first meeting with Tre to be great.
She had always imagined herself saying really hilarious things and making Tre smile and maybe even flirting a bit...
Damn her slow mind.
"Charlie?" Tre yelled.
"Huh?" Charlie said quickly, "What was that?"
"I asked if you wanted a drink," Tre sighed.
"Uh... By drink you mean what?" Charlie stammered.
If he offered her alcohol she couldn't take it...
She was a kid.
Godammit! Why did she have to be so young?
She felt something cold being pushed into her hand and sure enough it was a bottle of vodka or something.
Charlie winced.
At least he thought she was old enough to drink...
"Thanks," she said wondering how her voice came out so calm when she was freaking out so much.
"So yeah," Tre said eying her drink.
Charlie knew he was wondering if she would drink it.
All part of his sly plan to see if she was underage.
Jerk.
She took the bottle opener from Tre and opened the lid.
She took a sip.
It was absolutely disgusting.
And she couldn't spit it out in front of Tre.
"What are yous doing?"
Charlie looked up at Billie Joe who was standing in the doorway.
"Hey Tre! What happened to your head?"
"Charlie headbutted me," laughed Tre.
"TRE! YOU CAN'T GIVE HER ALCOHOL!" Billie Joe cried suddenly running over to Charlie and pulling the bottle out of her hand, "Were you trying to get her drunk?"
Tre looked offended.
"No way!" He laughed, "And she took it! It wasn't my fault!"
Charlie felt like such an idiot.
Tre had tricked her into taking the disgusting stuff the jerk that he was and now Billie Joe was onto her probably thinking she was a nutcase or something.
Great.
