Playing Dad

13. Friends, Or More?

(TristyPOV)

     I woke to a raging headache! It felt like someone was beating my head with a hammer. I felt an arm over me. Oh dear god! What have I done? I looked to see fingers laying over mine. I blinked a few times tp focus. I looked down at my chest and then felt I still had my clothes on. Well that’s one good sign. I slowly removed my hand from under the strangers and slowly rolled over. The arm stayed in place. I was in my room. I looked and saw it was Tre, His head was on my bed and he was sitting on the floor leaning against my mattress with his arm across me. I rubbed at my temples hoping the pain would go away. I felt a bit sore all over. I yawned then took my fingers and pushed a bit on the side of Tres head. “Tre?” I said softly. “Psst.” He snorted.

“huh?” He lifted his head squinting. His eyes met mine. “Tristy?” His voice was raspy. Mine didn’t sound or feel too good either. “Tristy!” His eyes opened wider and he gripped his arm around my tighter giving me a hug. “Oh thank god you’re alive!”

“Alive?” My eyes widened. “What happened?” He lifted his head from my neck and brushed my hair back. 

“You don’t remember?” I raised an eyebrow.

“No…” 

“Oh… well it’s for the best! I’m just so glad you’re ok!” He hugged me again. I gripped my temples and moaned. “You ok?”

“Please not to loud.. and you’re suffocating me.” 

“Oh sorry!” He whispered. He sat up and sat beside me. “I’ll get you and Aspirin!” He kissed my forehead and stepped out. Eh. I wiped my head and sat up planting my feet on the ground. It made it worse! I moaned.

“Oh god! Never again!” I said gripping my head. I felt a weird sensation in my stomach the quickly ran to the bathroom.

(BilliePOV)

“Shes up!” Tre said running past me to the kitchen.

“That’s good.” I said sipping my coffee. My hand hurt pretty bad. I got a few scrapes and bruises on my knuckles. I stepped to her room and creaked her door open but saw nothing. I looked around then heard her puking in the bathroom. I sat my coffee on her night stand and ran in. I got beside her and grabbed a hair bow. I pulled her hair back and rubbed on her back. 

“Oh god, am I dying!” She asked. I could hear the fear in her voice. I couldn’t help but smile.

“No dear just a hangover. That’s the consequences of a good time.” She put her head in the toilet and puked some more. I grabbed a rag and wet it as I heard the toilet flush. I sat back down and put it around her neck. 

“Ugh..” 

“Having fun?” I snickered a bit. 

“No! Shut up!” 

“I’m just messing.” I rubbed her back some more and Tre entered. 

“I got you some coke on ice and aspirin!” He handed it to her and she took it. 

“Lets get you back to bed.” I said standing. Tre and I helped her up and got her to bed. I put a trashcan by her and Tre covered her up. I pulled the curtains making it darker. 

“Thanks guys.” She said softly. 

“You’re welcome.” I said. 

“Call if you need anything.” Tre said. She nodded and we stepped out. “I’ll go check on Sam.” 

“Yeah you do that.” He walked off. I can’t believe he still cares for her. I really hope he has a talk with her. I went to fix me breakfast and watch tv.