Live without Warning

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I looked down at the crumpled up grocery list that was clutched in my tight sweaty palm. The first thing to be spelled in all capital letters was 'TOOTHPASTE'. Toothpaste was always the number one thing on my lists, because I always had this thing where I couldn't leave the house unless my teeth were brushed. I guess it's just hygiene paranoia or something along those lines.

I was almost done my shopping after the fifteen minute mark. I was on the hunt for tonight's dinner which would be tomorrows left-overs.

I was wandering down one of the aisles with my cart when I felt it. I felt eyes looking at me. Although my eyes could not see the one who had been glimpsing and watching me, I could feel the energy that only comes from a deep stare looking at me. Observing me.

Then I heard the voices that ran through my skull almost everyday. Unless I was going crazy and starting to hear those voices everywhere I went, I swore I could hear them, and even feel them watching me. Not all of them, just one of them. I could only feel one pair of eyes watching me. It wasn't an eerie stare but it felt very familiar and somewhat calming.

"Don't be an idiot!" came a voice from the next aisle, "What are you looking at?"

The stares stopped and the intensity died down. I could feel that there were no eyes on me anymore, and although it was more comfortable, it was also an intense feeling of heart break. I couldn't pin point the exact feeling I felt, but it was as if I felt safe and lusted for when I felt those eyes on me. Those blue eyes. Those blue eyes that remain on me even when I'm not the attention in a group discussion.

"I'm not looking at anything, I'm just observing," there was a pause, "There is a difference."

I went over to a shelf to grab some peanut butter. I didn't want to act obvious that I knew for sure that Tre and Mike were on the other side of that exact shelf I was examining the peanut butter on. I didn't want to seem like I cared that these guys were right opposite me. I didn't know why I wanted to ignore them; I considered them friends, but did they consider me as a friend or just Scott's little sister who got them coffee, or did they associate me as a fan? I wanted to be their friend but I didn't want to make it obvious to them.

My attention drifted right away to a pack of pancake mix that had fallen to the ground beside me from that same shelf I was observing peanut butter on. Once my eyes paused on the dropped pancake mix, I heard a hiss from the section it fell from.

I raises an eyebrow and went over to where the pancake pack once stood on showcase and was met with a pair of icy blue eyes and a pointed long nose and a pair of smirking lips.

"Didn't think I'd run into you here," said the mysterious though charming Tre Cool.

I couldn't help but smirk, "I didn't think I'd see you here either, Tre."

He looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows, "I can't help but admire the way you say my name."

I smiled at him and said his name again, "Tre."

He closed his eyes tightly and said loudly, "Oh, baby!"

I giggled and looked around to see if anyone heard him. I smiled softly at him and asked, "Were you watching me?"

He looked at me compassionately with the softest face I had ever seen on his face, and he asked quietly, "Do you like it when I watch you?"

I was taken back from the question. I expected him to make a joke or something along those lines, but the way he asked that question and the way he was staring at me made my heart skip beats which was a feeling I didn't want to experience but glad I did in a sense; I felt as if I was cared.

I was about to answer after my pause but another pair of blue eyes came looking at me from behind Tre.

"Autumn?" said Mike.

I looked over behind Tre at Mike and smiled, "Yea, it's me." I wasn't sure, but I think that whole time I was looking at Mike, Tre was staring at me the same way he was when he had asked me his question.

He chuckled, "Well, this is a little weird..." he paused, "You know; talking through a little opening and having people staring at us..."

I smiled at him and so did Tre at me, "I'll come over there then."

Before walking over to the next food aisle, I heard a chuckle from Tre as he said quietly, "She said she's going to come over here."

I got to the other side just in time to see Mike's blunt expression at Tre, "You're sick, she's Scott's little sister."

Once I had heard that, I walked slowly do to the hurtful words. And that's all I'll ever be; is Scott's little sister.

On the other side of my mind, I was telling myself; Good! Why would you want them to see you as anything else? Remember; rock stars and celebrities are egotistic fools who could never see you more than just a coffee girl.

But Green Day's different; They seem sweet and they treat me as if I was more than just a small town girl.

Still; they've seen more, experienced more, and know more. No matter how they might treat you, they still look at you as someone they're going to be saying goodbye to in a matter of six months, never to see them again. Better to just keep away from them unless at work.

I shook my head before the little debate I was having with myself got too out of hand. I had to stay grounded to keep myself from being the crushed bug at the end of the six months.

I smiled at the both of them once I walked in front of them, "What are you guys doing here?"

Mike shrugged, "Tre wanted to come to look around," he paused, "We wanted to have a break from Scott and Billie's lyrical runs."

I nodded, "Yea, Scott can get kind of exhausting after a while of hanging with him."

I turned to Tre and smiled at his blank face - which probably indicated he was kind of bored or was in deep thought, which made me wonder what he was thinking about as he kept his eyes on my face -, "Sorry, I didn't call last night. Did you get my message?"

He looked as if he had came back to reality and smiled at me, nodding too, "Yea, I got it right after you called; I just couldn't answer on time."

I smiled back at him which caused him to smile even more. I couldn't help but admire his smile but I wanted to look away. I didn't want to develop close feelings for him, and I knew with his girl confusions, he probably didn't want to do anything more than take me out for dinner and then take me to his house for a little booty call.

I didn't feel the pause and silence that Mike did which caused him to clear his throat, "I think Tre and I better get going back to the studio." he elbowed Tre, causing Tre to look at him and nod.

They both smiled at me, and Tre asked, "Will you be at work tomorrow?"

I nodded, "Yea, I'll see you guys then."

They walked away and left me to finish my shopping. During my last few shopping stops, I had convinced myself that sex would be all Tre wanted from me if anything. If he was done with girls and relationships, then all he wanted was a sexual relationship and considering I'm around him everyday, it's probably the reason why he's always checking me out.

Although, he did confess his feelings to me about his dilemma with women that day I met him, maybe he feels more in depth with me; more of a strong relationship with me than anyone else.

Here comes the debating...

Maybe. However, if you think about it, he's a joking, intimidating, horny man with the same thing on his mind as every man on this planet: his penis and getting laid. If he does want anything with you, it's sex, and if the relationship between you and him is strong, it's all going to turn into two friends who go off and have sex because you both can't find a companion.

Autumn, you do realize you told him you were going to buy food in the message you left him, and he said he got the message right away after you called? Why would he drag Mike to the only grocery store close to your house for no reason? Also, does it say anything that he was watching you from afar as you shopped? Seriously, what is going on in this man's head?

I don't know, but if he saw what was going on in my head, he'd think I was crazy.