Poprocks and Coke: If I Can't Have Both, Which Do I Choose?

The next week had been quiet since your family were still at the hospital with Kyle.

Billie and you had been going strong for the week. Almost every night he would come over and you'd do something like watch a movie or go out. You never questioned weather or not Tre and Mike knew that the both of you were going out, but you figured they would have known by now due to the fact that all three of them lived in the same house.

It was a Saturday morning - late morning - and you were laying on your bed, staring at the wall. You weren't sick or depressed but more like lazy, and since it was Saturday, it was a day to be lazy.

The doorbell rang which caused you to get up.

Before answering the door, you made sure your hair looked somewhat decent before you exposed yourself to the person on the opposite end of the door.

You opened the door and was faced by a very twitchy Tre Cool.

You smiled, "Hey, Tre, what are you doing here?"

"I did something that I shouldn't have done and now I'm running away, so I wanted to know if I could hide out in your house for a bit?" he said very quickly without a blink and his eyes attached to yours.

You raised an eyebrow and stepped aside for him to enter; he did right away.

You closed the door; "What did you do?"

"I..." he paused while he pulled out a video from his jacket, "stole Nightmare on Elm Street from Mike's movie collection," he said with a huge smile on his face.

You laughed softly, "What? You're so lame. You seriously came here to watch a movie that you've probably seen about a hundred times?"

He shrugged as he looked down at the cover of the movie; "I figured it's Saturday and the both of us would be just bored, so I thought we could be bored together," he looked back up with a smile.

You smiled too at the sight of his expression, "Okay, fine. I guess it beats laying in bed all day."

He smiled even bigger as he looked at you for what seemed to be a long time.

"Where's Billie and Mike?" you asked, trying to get him out of his little morning gaze.

He snapped out of his gaze, "Well, I was just hoping it would be just the..."

"Knock, knock!" someone said as the person entered the house.

It was Mike and he had a bag of chips and cans of coke with him.

"Hey, Mike." You shut the door behind him.

"Mike?!" Tre said his name in shock.

"I guess you came for the movie too?" you smiled.

"Well..." he took off his shoes, "I saw Tre go into my room and take my movie then I followed him here to see what he was up to. So I guess I will join you for the movie."

"Okay, party, I guess," you looked out the window, "Where's Billie?"

"Booking gigs. This show up was kind of unexpected. I'm sure if he knew about this, he would have came," said Mike.

"Yea, I'm sure..." Tre mumbled bitterly after his few minutes of silence.

You didn't catch the bitterness from Tre's voice as you turned back to look at the two guys standing in the hallway; "I guess that's okay," you shrugged at the thought of hanging with just the two of them.

Mike smiled at you before turning and talking to Tre as you went to enter the kitchen; "Thanks for inviting me, bud," he said sarcastically.

"I wasn't planning on inviting you," Tre said to him a little over a whisper, but you didn't hear the conversation.

They both walked into the kitchen and watched as you emptied the bag of chips into a bowl and placed the cokes into the fridge.

"Anything new with you guys?" you asked them, hoping it would break the tension that was building between the two of them.

"Just same old, same old," said Mike.

Tre went to say something, but he was interrupted by the song ringing from Mike's cell phone.

Mike looked down at the caller id, "It's Billie. I'll take it in the other room."

He opened his phone, "Hello?" and walked into the other room.

You looked over at Tre; his smile had turned into a frown and he didn't look as if he was up to talking, but you tried to start conversation.

"What wrong, Tre? You seem so down," you weakly smiled at him.

He looked up at you as if he just realized he wasn't alone; "Nothing... just been thinking a lot lately," he weakly smiled back - more like a forced smile.

You walked up closer to him and handed him a coke.

He took it and thanked you.

"I feel like I've made a big mistake in something I did not too long ago," he looked down at his can of coke, "That's kind of why I came over, because I know you're easy to talk to, so I wanted to know if you'd listen."

Why is he so upset?

"Tre..." you softly nudged his shoulder back and forth to make him feel better, "you can tell me absolutely anything."

He looked up at you and weakly smiled, "Have you ever felt like you had something but then lost it and it might have been your own fault?"

You kept your hand on his shoulder although you weren't nudging it anymore.

You stared at him in confusment though sympathetic, "I'm not sure what you mean, Tre."

He stared into your eyes for a few seconds as he tried to explain what he meant. The moment as he stared seemed frozen, and you couldn't help but freeze up to.

One side of your mind was saying, 'His blue eyes... how I would just love to spend an afternoon gazing into those icy blue eyes of his.' Though the other side of your mind was saying, 'Take your hand off his shoulder, the interaction is screwing with your mind!

You considered both of your thoughts but never took any action to them.

He gulped as he kept his eyes onto yours, "Nikki, I'm a fool."

You wanted to say something, but your body was frozen and your eyes were glued onto his own. His eyes made it too hard for you to speak.

Take. Your. Hand. Off. His. Shoulder.

His breathing was becoming a bit heavier as he noticed you were silent; "Nikki... I... I think I..."

"Billie's coming over."

You quickly snapped out of your gaze and took your hand off of Tre in a heartbeat.

"What?" both you and Tre said together as you came back to reality and turned your head towards Mike who had been the one to announce the arrival of Billie.

He laughed, amused by the shocked look on your faces; "He's parking the car outside."

Right then, the doorbell rang.

"That's him. I'll get it," Mike said as he turned his back on the both of you and answered the door.

You turned your head back towards Tre and weakly smiled at him, "We'll talk about it later, okay?"

And hopefully this feeling never happens again.

He weakly smiled and nodded.

Billie and Mike entered the kitchen; Billie was talking about a gig he had booked.

"Of course it's at Gilmans and it's dated for next week; Did you hear that, Tre?" Billie asked as he looked over at Tre who was still in a little bit of a day dreaming state.

Tre looked up at him slowly, but forcefully got back to his usual bright mood and grinned at Billie; "I will see you there with my drum sticks, Mr. Boss!" he saluted like a solider.

You couldn't help but giggle at Tre.

Billie smiled at him, "I'll be holding you to that."

"No problemo, Billie Joe," he smiled more.

Billie looked over at you with a beaming smile, "Hey, Nikki. I didn't know there was going to be a movie at your house."

You laughed lightly, "Me neither."

Billie kept still with just a smile on his face as he checked you up and down.

You guys had decided that it would have been best to keep the relationship aside when you were amongst friends, because nobody really likes P.D.A. when you think of it.

You looked back at Tre; he was staring at Billie with his eyes hooked on him. He wasn't looking at him the way he was looking at you only a few minutes ago, but he was staring at Billie in a different sort of manner.

"Movie time!" Mike announced from the living room, knocking both the guys out of their trances.

When did he move to the living room without anyone seeing him?

"Coming!" Billie called back to him. He quickly turned towards you and Tre, "Movie time, guys!" he said enthusiastically before running into the other room.

"Yea, well, enjoy the movie," Tre said as he grabbed his jacket off of one of the kitchen chairs and slipped it onto his body.

"Wait! What?" you looked at him confused, "This was your idea and now you're leaving?"

He looked down for a second before fixing his jacket, "I had an idea, but this wasn't it."

Don't leave me again. you pleaded to him in your head, until you asked yourself, 'What did I mean by that?'

"Tre, please..." you pleaded as you put your hand on his upper arm.

He looked over at your hand on his arm for a second and you did too.

DON'T TOUCH HIM!

You quickly removed your hand away and put it down to your side before the connection clicked again.

Although your hand wasn't on him anymore, he kept his gaze where you had placed it on his arm.

Obviously he felt the connection too...

"Please, Tre..." you said quietly as you pleaded with your eyes feeling like they were going to tear up.

Why do I feel like I'm messing with his feelings, and why the hell are my eyes starting to water?

He looked up into your slightly watering eyes, "Just let me go, Nikki."

You looked down at the ground as he left the kitchen to eventually leave the house.

The front door slammed shut.

Why am I such a horrible person?