Green Day, Why Are You In My Room?

Chapter 20

The after party went by in a blur. I felt as though the adrenaline was still rushing through my veins...even though that was hours ago.

I sat with Tre at the bar, again admiring the band performing. I wasn't so absorbed in my own terrified emotions. The shock had gone away. I had already thanked Tre a billion times for asking me on stage.

"Tash, its OK, honestly," Tre said with a grin. "You sure as hell needed it."

I nodded silently, sipping my drink. I didn't know when I'd feel comfortable again going out with Tre seriously. It felt too soon...

"Wanna go outside?" Tre asked gently.

I nodded again, following him out the door and into the cool night air. We took a seat on a nearby park bench.

Tre sighed in relief, slumping down in the seat.

"Tired, huh?" I asked.

"You bet," he said with a small groan. "I needed a bit of peace and quiet." He looked up at me and smiled. "You look alot more content."

I sighed as well, feeling myself calm down, the adrenaline fading. "Its just - what if - "

"Ssh, listen to yourself," Tre said softly. " 'What if?' is a big question. We don't know if he will dare come back. If he does, we'll cross that bridge when it comes."

He sounded so philosophical.

Tre reached for my hand, squeezing it tightly. "I've never been so crazy for some one before." His voice was solemn.

I was about to say 'neither have I'...but I had been. I was crazy for Matt. I was crazy for him a long time. Then he ruined it - and made me crazy in another way.

Tre wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.

"Tash, I swear, if that son of a bitch of a bastard comes back, he has it coming."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"I'd like to see you in a fight." I grinned, breathing in his familiar scent and feeling extremely comfortable.

"Hey, I punched him nicely at the supermarket," Tre protested.

"I could see a tiny tiny bruise forming," I said, pinching my finger and thumb together. "You should join the army."

Tre laughed. "Ever watched the video for Wake Me Up When September Ends? No fucking thanks."

I sighed in content. It was all so relaxed. I wish it would be like this forever.