Did I actually try to kiss him? Sure he was right there and the moment seemed right but..kiss him?!
"Here. Let me help you up." he smiled, holding his and out.
I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. Next thing I knew, I was inches from his face. He slowly leaned foreward and pecked me on the lips. I felt myself turn redder than before. I quickly turned around and stared at the ground.
"You know we both wanted that." he whispered, putting his hands on my hips and turning me around.
I looked into his eyes and he leaned in closer, planting his lips on mine again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. After what had seemed to be the shortest five seconds of my life, we both pulled away. I went to sit down on the couch. Tre' set his drum sticks on the drum set and sat down next to me.
"I told you you couldn't resist Tre' Cool." he smiled. "I have a question" I looked up at him.
"Is it safe to call you my girlfriend now, or do you have some silly reputation to keep up?" he asked.
"It all depends on if you're willing to put up with me for more than 10 minutes at a time." I smiled.
Mike's POV
I looked up. " Hey, I'll be right back..I think I left my bass at Tre's." Billie nodded at me as I walked out the door and to the car. Soon I was there, and had unlocked and opened the door...Only to find Sam and Tre' kissing. I slowly backed out again, blinking. " I'll...Wait to get my bass..." I shook my head, blinking a few times and walking back to the car.
Sam's POV
I heard a door open and my head instinctively jerked up. I immediately regretted it, as that was a really good kiss and whoever it was had already left again. I looked at Tre'.
"Who do you think that was?" He shrugged.
"Probably one of the guys. No one else has the key." I nodded, smiling as he kissed me again.
"Shall we continue?" I looked at him for a long moment.
"Isn't this a little bit fast?" He pouted in an overly-cute way.
"Oh, come on. I spend three years trying to get you to like me and I can't even kiss you?" I smiled, kissing him again. That was the Tre' I knew and just couldn't stand...Well, maybe he wasn't quite as bad as I thought.
He was a good kisser.
We sat there for a few moments, kissing on and off, when I realized that it could have been Mike that opened the door. If it was Mike, I was dead. He was the one who cared most about me. Who wouldn't let me go anywhere alone, except the store. The one who came and talked to me when something was bothering me. And the one who lectured me when I did something wrong. Through his eyes, I'm sure I was doing something wrong by kissing Tre'.
"Look Tre'. I better go." I said. He stuck his bottom lip out like a five year old, and pouted. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't laugh at me." he pouted. "I don't want you to go."
"I have to. I have a feeling it was Mike who almost walked in here and if it was I'm in deep s**t." I said, getting up.
"Oh come on. He may be like your 'big brother' but he wouldn't go that far, would he?" I nodded.
"I've known Mike longer than you Tre', trust me." I said.
"Okay, fine." he sighed, standing up.
I started walking when he stopped me and put his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. Suddenly I felt him slip something into my back pocket.
"Don't forget to practice." he whispered.
I flashed him a quick smile and walked out the door.
On the short drive home, I thought about Tre'. It amazed me, how one day I could hate him with every fiber of my being, and the next day can't stop thinking about him. I guess thats just part of the Tre' Cool charm.
As usual, I opened the door quietly, closed it softly, and quicky ran downstairs.
"I know you better than that Sam!" Mike yelled from his room. "I've listened to you sneak in forever and you do it the same every time. Now get in here!"
I walked into his room, shaking my head. I was 17, not 7. Sure, I loved his big brotherlyness but sometimes it really got out of hand.
"Sit down." he said, gesturing to the bed. I sat.
"I wasn't doing anything Mike." I said.
"You were kissing Tre'." he glared at me.
"You and Billie were the ones trying to make me like him! I thought this is what you wanted to happen. Now that I like him it's like you're trying to get me to..to..not like him or something." I yelled.
I sware, Mike has mood swings or something because he immediately went from angry to well, somewhat sad. He sat down next to me.
"Sam, Sam, Sam." he sighed. "You already know you're like a little sister to me. Seeing you with him made the protective big brother in me kick in. I want you with him because I know he will be good to you unlike some of those other guys you've been with. It's just that I know how Tre' can be sometimes. A little eccentric and..perverted. I don't want you to do anything you'd regret." he told me.
"I wont. Mikey, Tre' had been trying for what..three years. I didn't crack once. If I don't want to do something, I'm not going to do it. You have to trust me." I expained.
"I suppose." he sighed. "Gimme a hug!" he smiled. I gave him a hug.
"Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go practice drumming." I smiled, walking out the door.
"Sam! He tought you--" I shut the door, cutting him off.
I was sitting in my room, just thinking about everything that had happened. I was going out with Tre', I had kissed him, Mike had lectured me...I would consider that a full day.
I walked over to my desk, setting up my books in various positions and starting to practice the drums. My phone rang. I rushed over, picking it up. " I GOT IT!" I heard an ' okay' and laid back on my bed.
"Hello?"
"Miss Martin?"
"That's me."
"We regret to inform you that there has been a horrible tragedy..."
Tre's POV
I was sitting in my room, grinning victoriously. It had been worth the wait...Three years of trying seemed to be nothing compared to the five minutes I had just gone through.
I wanted to talk to her again. Surely if Mike had lectured her, he was done by now, right?
I got up and said bye to mom, then borrowed the car and drove to Billie's. I knocked and the door was answered by my solemn faced friend.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing, come in." I walked in.
"You'd look a lot happier if nothing was wrong. What happened Billie?" He shook his head.
"It's Sam."
"Sam? What about her?" I felt tension increase...What could have happened in the short time that she'd been here?
" She'll probably tell you-Tre', don't go in there!" I looked at him for a long moment, then at Mike who had stood up and seemed to be ready to stop me as well.
" She'll tell me now, I'm sure." I climbed up the stairs and opened her bedroom door. The first thing I heard was deep sobbing.
I shut the door and quickly ran over to the bed, hugging her tightly and asking what was wrong. The phone was off the hook and she was having trouble getting a comprehendable sentance out.
"Sam, please..Breathe." I grabbed some tissues, handing them to her and wiping some tears off her face with my thumb.
"My mom...She's dead." I bit my tongue, hugging her again. I stayed silent now, just letting her sob into my shirt.
We sat like that for a long time, just rocking. Me comforting, her crying. I knew Billie could probably help more than me, but I don't think she wanted to say much else right now. Finally, I heard a feeble voice.
"Would you come to the funeral with me?" I looked down.
"Of course...Why wouldn't I?"
"Well...My family never got 'Family of the Year' award."
"I've probably seen worse."
One Week Later, The Funeral
Sam's POV
I walked next to Tre'. It seemed like the past week had been a blur of nothing but tears, Tre', and people who I had only spoken to maybe once saying they were sorry for my loss.
I was still crying, though by now the initial shock had worn off. Now it was more like a feeling of ' this isn't real'. Like this was a joke and as soon as the service was over everyone would turn around and yell "April Fool's".
We sat down, and I braced myself for more hugs and apologies. They came, but settled down when the service began. I stayed close to Tre', who kept his arm around me comfortingly. People started to go up, talking about how great of a person she had been, how kind and loving. Occaisionally I wanted to say that they were wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. She was still my mother. Stories were told, and I only cried harder at the ones I remembered. By the time we were in the limo on the way to the burial, I was sobbing dryly. Dad was glaring at me from across the car, and I knew that the things going through his mind probably weren't pleasant. He was probably blaming me.
We stopped at the cemetary, walking to the grave and listening to a pastor who had never met her before talk about how wonderful she was. I wished that someone who knew her could go up there again. It was always more powerful if someone knew good and bad.
Finally, I watched the coffin go into the ground, my dry sobs becoming worse. This whole time, I had been holding onto Tre's arm and I never noticed. He hugged me and I allowed him to, crying into his shirt. I was ready to go. I heard the last of the Pastor's words...Then the water came back to my eyes. " We now say good bye to a loved wife, mother, sister, and friend. She will be missed, and we will never forget her. We must remember, however, that she is in a better place, and will always be in our hearts, watching over us and continuing to take care of those close to her."
The service was over. Tre' and I started to walk back to Billie's car, but I was stopped when someone grabbed my arm from behind. " Why?" I heard a familiar voice.
I whipped around. " Dad, I-"
"Why did you move away? You're the reason she's dead. Once you left, she coulnd't go on. it was torture watching her try to go on without you. You little-" One of his hands raised. I couldn't believe it...But I never felt it come down. Tre' was standing in front of me, his arms stretched out.
"How dare you?"
"Out of the way, kid!"
"She's a better person than you'll ever be, and if she moved away it's her business and not yours!"
"She's my daughter!" There was a short silence.
"Do you know her favorite color?"
"No, I-"
"Do you know what her favorite instrument is?"
"No, but-"
"Do you know what song she thinks describes her life?"
"No, out of-"
"I do. You probably never even got to know her, did you? You just thought of her as a thorn in your side and blamed her for your problems!"
"How dare you suggest that? You probably just want to sleep with her and get it over with!"
I looked up, having been staring at the ground still. Tre' was cluthing my dad's collar, seeming to be trying not to punch him.
"Never. Say. That. I love her more than life itself, and I would never 'get it over with'. I want nothing but the best for her, and that's all I want to say to you." He let go of my dad's collar, then looked at me.
"Are you okay?" I nodded slowly. He took my hand gently.
"I'm sorry." I shook my head.
"No..Thank you." I looked at Dad, waving a little bit and then walking with Tre' to the car.
No one had ever done that for me, and I was pretty sure than not many other people would.
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