Post by Kill on Jun 14, 2005 10:33:46 GMT -5
Part Twelve
Stormi and Tre began their walk slowly, chatting about nothing and everything all at once. Stormi told Tre about what she did at work, who she hated at work, who she liked at work, and who used to be her best friend at work.
"Yeah, Stephanie worked the afternoon shift and I worked before her. We convinced Mr. Greene to let us have a five minute talk show each day after my shift was supposed to be over. Those were the best. But then she got a better job offer at some radio station in Canada and she took it. She always took the better offer, because she knew something would come out of it, that was greater than what she was getting now. Then that bastard, Jordan comes along and takes her place," Stormi folded her arms over her chest and watched the rhythm of her red and black Converses on the pavement.
Tre didn't know what to say. After a while and as the two were walking by Panera, nearing MFUAN, Inc., Tre remembered Jordan, who was still in the record store, "Stormi?"
"Yup?" she said and spun around to face Tre, who just pointed over to the record store they were standing across from, only divided from it by the street.
"Ohmigod! We forgot all about Jordan," Stormi gasped and grabbed Tre's hand. They ran across the street and pushed into the store. A hip-hop looking girl glared at them as if they were crazy, as they ran to the back of the store where Mike was.
"Where's-" Stormi was cut off.
"He left," Mike said as he gave a receipt to a little girl, clutching a The Who CD to her chest.
"Thanks!" she smiled and turned to leave.
"That's a good CD," Tre said to the girl.
"Uh, duh! The Who," she shook her blond curls and then dashed out the door.
Stormi laughed and then asked Mike, "Did he say where he was going?"
"No, I just heard this banging on the door when I got here this morning, opened it, he got out, asked where he was, swore a little, and left," Mike explained scannnig a Nirvana album for a boy a little younger than Stormi.
"Sounds like him," Stormi rolled her eyes and then waved to Mike. "See ya later!"
"Bye, Mike!" Tre said and grabbed Stormi's hand as they made their way back onto the street.
Suddenly, a yellow taxi pulled up out of nowhere. A guy with black hair sat behind the wheel. He had on a pair of police officer sunglasses and one of those gray golfing caps. "Need a ride, buddy?" he asked in a fake New York accent.
"No, I don't think so," Tre said and looked at Stormi.
"Well, we could take one, but there's really no point. The building's right around this corner here," Stormi said to Tre. The taxi cab sat there still.
"Ah, come on, buddy! You're girl here doesn't want to walk all that way," the black haired taxi driver urged and then motioned for Tre to bring his face closer.
Tre did, hesitantly and then the taxi driver flicked Tre's cheek, "Man! It's me!" The taxi driver pulled off his sun glasses and smiled as if his picture was being taken.
"Billie!" Tre yelped and then kicked the taxi's wheel, "What are you doing? Did you steal it or something?"
"No," Billie explained, "I got a new job. Turns out the guy I took over for was a drug dealer or something, so they fired him, and put the best person they could find in his place!" Tre nodded, still a bit suspicious. "And who's this?" Billie flicked his glasses out towards Stormi.
"Oh, yeah! This is Stormi," Tre introduced her and then added, "She's my girl friend."
"Riiiiiiight," Billie said and laughed.
"No, really," Tre said.
"Uh huh," Billie said.
"I am so!" Stormi finally piped up. Billie was shocked.
"She's firery," the taxi driver commented and then looked at Tre again. "She's not yours though."
"Yes she is, Billie Joe!" Tre exclaimed.
"Prove it then," Billie said in a smooth voice.
Stormi saw where this was going and knew exactly was Billie Joe wanted them to do. She looked at Tre, who was looking at her, and then kissed him. Her lips met his and tensed then molded together with Tre's. Stormi's stomach dropped to her feet and then her heart went to her head. A breeze swept around her tossing her hair in a whirlwind, or it was just the sensation Tre was sending through her. Stormi's eyelashes fluttered as Tre's tongue slid between her lips and met her own to dance in secret. Tre pressed harder into Stormi's lips, and then supported her waist with his arm. She fell back in awe and caught her breath. Stormi looked at Tre a blank expression on her face as he stared back with the same look.
"Very nicely done," Billie clapped, "Now do you want a ride or not? It's on the house, promise."
"Fine then," Tre sighed and took Stormi's hand leading her into the back of the cab.
Her stomach was still in her feet, but Stormi's heart was out of her head. It was now in Tre's hands.
Stormi and Tre began their walk slowly, chatting about nothing and everything all at once. Stormi told Tre about what she did at work, who she hated at work, who she liked at work, and who used to be her best friend at work.
"Yeah, Stephanie worked the afternoon shift and I worked before her. We convinced Mr. Greene to let us have a five minute talk show each day after my shift was supposed to be over. Those were the best. But then she got a better job offer at some radio station in Canada and she took it. She always took the better offer, because she knew something would come out of it, that was greater than what she was getting now. Then that bastard, Jordan comes along and takes her place," Stormi folded her arms over her chest and watched the rhythm of her red and black Converses on the pavement.
Tre didn't know what to say. After a while and as the two were walking by Panera, nearing MFUAN, Inc., Tre remembered Jordan, who was still in the record store, "Stormi?"
"Yup?" she said and spun around to face Tre, who just pointed over to the record store they were standing across from, only divided from it by the street.
"Ohmigod! We forgot all about Jordan," Stormi gasped and grabbed Tre's hand. They ran across the street and pushed into the store. A hip-hop looking girl glared at them as if they were crazy, as they ran to the back of the store where Mike was.
"Where's-" Stormi was cut off.
"He left," Mike said as he gave a receipt to a little girl, clutching a The Who CD to her chest.
"Thanks!" she smiled and turned to leave.
"That's a good CD," Tre said to the girl.
"Uh, duh! The Who," she shook her blond curls and then dashed out the door.
Stormi laughed and then asked Mike, "Did he say where he was going?"
"No, I just heard this banging on the door when I got here this morning, opened it, he got out, asked where he was, swore a little, and left," Mike explained scannnig a Nirvana album for a boy a little younger than Stormi.
"Sounds like him," Stormi rolled her eyes and then waved to Mike. "See ya later!"
"Bye, Mike!" Tre said and grabbed Stormi's hand as they made their way back onto the street.
Suddenly, a yellow taxi pulled up out of nowhere. A guy with black hair sat behind the wheel. He had on a pair of police officer sunglasses and one of those gray golfing caps. "Need a ride, buddy?" he asked in a fake New York accent.
"No, I don't think so," Tre said and looked at Stormi.
"Well, we could take one, but there's really no point. The building's right around this corner here," Stormi said to Tre. The taxi cab sat there still.
"Ah, come on, buddy! You're girl here doesn't want to walk all that way," the black haired taxi driver urged and then motioned for Tre to bring his face closer.
Tre did, hesitantly and then the taxi driver flicked Tre's cheek, "Man! It's me!" The taxi driver pulled off his sun glasses and smiled as if his picture was being taken.
"Billie!" Tre yelped and then kicked the taxi's wheel, "What are you doing? Did you steal it or something?"
"No," Billie explained, "I got a new job. Turns out the guy I took over for was a drug dealer or something, so they fired him, and put the best person they could find in his place!" Tre nodded, still a bit suspicious. "And who's this?" Billie flicked his glasses out towards Stormi.
"Oh, yeah! This is Stormi," Tre introduced her and then added, "She's my girl friend."
"Riiiiiiight," Billie said and laughed.
"No, really," Tre said.
"Uh huh," Billie said.
"I am so!" Stormi finally piped up. Billie was shocked.
"She's firery," the taxi driver commented and then looked at Tre again. "She's not yours though."
"Yes she is, Billie Joe!" Tre exclaimed.
"Prove it then," Billie said in a smooth voice.
Stormi saw where this was going and knew exactly was Billie Joe wanted them to do. She looked at Tre, who was looking at her, and then kissed him. Her lips met his and tensed then molded together with Tre's. Stormi's stomach dropped to her feet and then her heart went to her head. A breeze swept around her tossing her hair in a whirlwind, or it was just the sensation Tre was sending through her. Stormi's eyelashes fluttered as Tre's tongue slid between her lips and met her own to dance in secret. Tre pressed harder into Stormi's lips, and then supported her waist with his arm. She fell back in awe and caught her breath. Stormi looked at Tre a blank expression on her face as he stared back with the same look.
"Very nicely done," Billie clapped, "Now do you want a ride or not? It's on the house, promise."
"Fine then," Tre sighed and took Stormi's hand leading her into the back of the cab.
Her stomach was still in her feet, but Stormi's heart was out of her head. It was now in Tre's hands.