Gutter Fucks, chapter 4

I wake up next to a practically nude Tre. I have a nasty salty taste in my mouth, the jerk. I shove him awake.
"Hey Lisea," he says smiling meekly. I get up and get dressed, I remember taking an acid tablet and going at it like crazy last night. "Why are you getting dressed?"
"I gotta go," I say gruffly as I button my jeans.
"What's wrong?" he asks holding his weight on his elbows.
"You cummed in my mouth!"
"You let me cum in your mouth," he laughs. "I definitely remember yelling that I was going to cum."

I feel my cheeks growing red as it all comes back to me. "Oh yeah, sorry," I say embarrassed. Tre laughs. I dig through my bag to find my watch. "I should be going anyway."
"Alright," he whines childishly as he gets up and pulls on his boxers.

I leave the room wondering where Mike slept since Tre and I took over the room. Upon entering the living room my question is answered as I see Mike lying on his stomach with his left leg and arm dangling on the sofa as he watches television.
"Its about time you two leave the room," he groans. "I walked in on you at least seven times."
"Seven?" I question as I rub the sleep out of my eyes.
"Yeah, I went in every hour or so to see if you guys passed out yet but man you two are like friggin energizer rabbits!"
"Uhh sorry," I say as I try tie up my shoes.
"Don't be sorry!" Tre exclaims, startling the shit out of me. "I've been stuck on the couch countless nights because of him and Anastasia!"
"Oh shut up!" Mike yells.

"I think I'll just leave," I say quietly.
"No!" Tre yells at me, I glare at him, "I'll walk you." Did he just yell a caring action? "Its a dodgy neighborhood. And for fuck's sake don't let this dip shit scare you off."
"So I'm a dip shit now?!" Mike says obviously still furious. Tre sticks up his middle finger and turns around on the spot so his back is to Mike.
"Just let me get dressed," he mumbles as he opens the door to the room which must be Billie's. This explains where Tre and Mike keep their stuff since the only thing in their room are beds.

"Uhh sorry about-" I begin to say uneasily as Mike drums his fingers angrily against the armrest of the sofa.
"S'okay," he says bitterly. I stand uneasily in my spot as I wait for Tre. Within seconds Tre slips back out of Billie's room in plaid shorts and a bright red t-shirt.

I practically leap for him, the tension in the room with Mike is unbearable. We get out of the apartment and into the street.
"Sorry about that," Tre mumbles
"It's okay," I say as we head up the street, its still morning so the street is barren. "I could see why he's annoyed."
"No, but he always has Anastasia over and good ol Tre is exiled to the couch."
"If he's always with Anastasia then why doesn't he take the other room and you share with Billie?"

"You see Billie has dibs on that room because he pays like half the rent and then Mike and I pay about a forth each, because he doesn't go to school like Mike and I so he works more blah blah blah," Tre gabbles. I nod knowingly.
"You actually go to school?" I laugh, yeah Mike I could see him being able to sit through a lecture at a college class but Tre seems to always have ants in his pants.
"Yup," he says proudly, "I'm smarter than people think." That statement really hit me because I judged Tre as being well, foolish. "Just because I do drugs and have a goddamned sense of humor people think that I can't grasp concepts like math and literature." He seemed furious at this point. He punches the brick wall angrily as we walk by it, "But I can goddamnit! By the ninth grade I had high school equivalency then people call me an idiot for dropping out!"
"Tre," I say putting my hand on his shoulder, we stop walking. "Its okay, I don't think you're stupid." He smiles a crooked grin.
"Okay," Is all he says. Nothing more needed to be said the rest of the way to Casa DuPont. I still to this day find it funny how one small street divides the slums from the rest of town.

Before I go through the back door of the restaurant I pull Tre into what I'd like to say was a fantastic kiss.
"I'll see you later," he says grinning as he walks away. "Oh, show tonight."
"I'll meet you at Gilman then, to grab your balls," I joke as I open the back door. I go quickly to the washroom and change my clothes into my work clothes and wash my face and well arm pits. One thing about Tre is he'll make you sweat.

After working a three hour shift I take the bus to campus to catch my afternoon classes, I haven't been there all week. After sitting through my two classes with only Tre on my mind, I know its pathetic but damn he's always on my mind. I cut off my roommates who try to badger me about disappearing last night and head into the washroom to change into my punky clothes and put on eyeliner.

"Hey! Lyon!" someone yells after me. I turn around to see Gretch, she hangs around campus but I'm not really sure if she attends classes. She runs up to me, "You going to Gilman?"
"Hell yeah," I say as I push past the main doors.
"You know who's playing?"
"Green Day, listen I got a fucking bus to catch."
"Cool, I'll come with," she says following me to the bus stop.

"So you go to Gilman alone?" she asks as the bus pulls up in front of us. I show the driver my bus pass and she just lifts her shirt to reveal the pocket knife in her pocket. This girl was more talk than walk, she'd never attack anyone for such a stupid matter, she just can't afford public trans.
"Yeah, my roommates are too 'play it safe' to enter the depths of the mosh pit." I say as we take a bench each so we can put up our feet, "They have good reason though, I broke a rib last time I went."
"So you heal up all right?" she asks looking me over.
"Not yet." I say lifting my shirt a bit to reveal my splint. "Doesn't stop me from normal activities, or not normal depends how prudish you are."
"I didn't know you were seeing someone," she says fiddling with her shoelaces, "Or you're not seeing anyone . . . you're just-"
"I'm seeing someone," I reassure. She reaches up and pulls the chord to signal the driver to stop.

I grab my bag as we head out of the back door of the bus. Like the Green Day song that was playing last time Some call it slums, some call it nice. To regular people they just see this place as slums and nothing more but to punks it's a haven.

"Shit it's still closed," Gretch announces after kicking the door in anger.
"Wanna get a bite to eat then?" I say as we turn and walk towards Laval's Pizza. I didn't wait for her to answer because I haven't eaten all day. She follows behind me so I guess that's a yes on her part. Said pizza place is only a couple of buildings over.

As we enter the restaurant a bell above the door jingles and a guy in his late twenties takes his place behind the counter.
"What'll it be girls?" he asks, his voice echoing through the empty restaurant.
"Pepperoni six inch," I say as I step up to the grimy counter, "And a coke."
"Gretch?" he says nodding to the woman next to me.
"Uh fries, and a, a, Mountain Dew," she stutters. He nods and heads into the back where the kitchens are. In a place like this I rather not know how filthy it is back there.

"What's with the stuttering?" I ask laughing.
"I'm a fucking spas around that guy," She sighs. "He was friends with my brother."
"So you like him-malayas," I stutter as the guy comes back and motions for us to go the cash register.
"You paying together or separate."
"Separate," we say simultaneously. He nods as he starts pressing random buttons.

"Five dollars thirty-seven cents." I pay up and then he presses more buttons and turns to Gretch, "Three twenty." Gretch scrapes through her pockets for some change.
"Sorry, I only have two-fifty."
"It's okay, I stole some shit from your brother," he smiles, "So you girls going to Gilman tonight?"
"Yeah, Green Day's playing," Gretch informs.
"Maybe I'll come by," he says as he fills up two cups with soda and puts it on the counter in front of us.
"That would be great," Gretch says stupidly, "I mean cool, I'll see you there."

Something dings from the kitchen. "And that would be your food." He disappears in back and I turn to Gretch who's turning red in embarrassment.
"Smooth."
"Shut up," she says gruffly, "Oh fuck." The guy comes back with a paper plate with my pizza on it and a box thing full of fries.
"Enjoy." And with that he disappears in back again.

I grab my plate and drink and head to the booth right up front by the speckled window. Gretch follows close behind. I down my pizza in almost two seconds flat. I look up from my plate to see a few guys messing around on the sidewalk. I realize those guys are Tre and his band mates.

Mike spots me staring and nudges Tre. My newly acquired boyfriend smirks wildly and fumbles over to the door with the guitarist on his back. Mike follows behind with a guitar case and a bass case.
"Lisea!" he exclaims. Billie hops off his back and starts wandering around the restaurant. Mike comes in and sits next to Gretch, Tre sits next to me.

"Hey," Tre says pecking at my cheek, "Didn't save me any?"
"Nope," I say smugly, "Unless you want some cola." He shrugs and takes the cup from me and downs it.
"Thankies." He wipes his mouth with his arm then wraps it around me. Gretch looks terribly confused.

"Uhh Gretch, meet Green Day, Tre, Mike and Billie's over there." I point out Billie who's now messing with the ancient pinball machine. She glares at me.
"You know Green Day?!" she exclaims, "They're Gilman royalty."
"Thank you!" Billie says cheerily as he ferociously jabs at the pinball buttons.
"She knows me REAL well," Tre says wiggling his eyebrows. I slap his arm.

"We should get going," Mike says kicking Tre from under the table.
"Don't kick me!" Tre says standing up, "I need that leg to work the high hats!" Billie takes a final jab at the pinball machine then walks up to the table and picks up the guitar case.
"C'mon Lisea," Tre says pulling at my arm.
"Ow stop. You're pulling on my injured side."
"Sorry," he says letting go. I stand up just as Mike and Billie file out of the restaurant. Gretch, who's still silent follows behind Tre and I.

The guys walk straight past the front door of Gilman's and into the back alley. Billie bangs on the side door. Moments of silence pass when finally the door is pushed open from the inside by some guy not much older than us.

We file through the door one after another. Its sort of strange to see Gilman's so empty, there's only about five other people here. Tre grabs my hand as the others walk ahead of us. His hand is rough, but warm and comforting. Tre and I aren't all that affectionate towards each other making holding hands a bit strange.

He leads me to one of the benches against the back wall and pulls me onto his lap. One of his hands landing on my thigh the other holding me in place on my ass. Being a drummer, he really knows how to use his hands. I sling my arms loosely around his neck and lower my head to kiss his lips. The simple kisses intensify, his hand moves smoothly up and down my thigh as my hands weave through his blond and green hair.

"Lyon!" Gretch calls out, I ignore her as Tre's tongue slips in my mouth. His soft tongue massages against mine, our lips in a battle of lust as my fingers continue to mess with his hair. "Holy shit!" I break away.
"What?!" I say annoyed.
"You didn't tell me you were fucking him," she says in disbelief, sometimes I hate Gretch.
"Yeah now go away," I say as I pull Tre's head towards me and start at his lips again.

"You know its my birthday tomorrow," Tre says childishly as more people start to file into Gilman's.
"Oh really?" I say sarcastically.
"It really is," he pouts, he shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out his driver's license. I look it over.
"December ninth, 1972," I say handing it back to him, "well I work tomorrow but right after work I'll come and celebrate."
"What kind of celebrating?" he asks pervertedly.