Cheryl and Tre: Goodbye Means Hello

Part 50

After having had quite a good day the previous day followed by a nice and rather sexually charged bit of time on the phone with Tre that night after she'd gotten home, it was no surprise that Cheryl woke up in quite a happy mood the next day. Even at nine-thirty in the morning, her annoying tone on her phone that was her alarm wasn't annoying her, especially as the sun was out and the birds seemed to be chirping, only adding to her great mood. Seeing as she had quite a while until she'd be all glammed up for the night, she put on a pair of skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt, before teaming her look with some wedged sneakers and a leather jacket. She swept her ombre' locks up into a messy top bun, before grabbing her phone and going down stairs. Garry was already in the kitchen, making them some nice bacon and vegetable omelets with cheese sprinkled on top.

"Smells amazing in here, broski; good morning." Cheryl remarked before greeting her brother. Garry looked over at her, displaying his smile that mirrored that of his sister's.

"Morning sis; yeah these do smell pretty great yeah? They'll be ready in a minute – get our orange juice though will ya." He smirked. Cheryl giggled and playfully nudged him before going over to her fancy double-door American style refrigerator. She grabbed the carton of orange juice and poured a glass for both her and Garry, before putting it back then taking their glasses over to the island counter top. She felt in such a giddy mood as she sat down, especially as one dozen of her roses from Tre were over by the window, and the other was sat in the middle of the island counter, making her feel happy and quite giddy as she was reminded constantly of how much he truly loved her.

Soon enough, Garry joined her at the island counter top with their plates of food; the omelet looking and smelling amazing, which in turn made Cheryl's mouth water as she was really hungry. Garry had also sweetly done them some toast as well and put it in between them, before sitting across from her.

"Damn broski, this is amazing." Cheryl immediately burst out as soon as she tucked into the omelet. Garry thanked her as he ate his own, having to agree that it tasted absolutely amazing.

"Did you call your mug last night then? I went straight to bed man; I was shattered and I didn't even do much." He chuckled as he continued eating, now munching on some toast. A discreet, promiscuous twinkle flashed in her eye for a second at the mention of Tre. She smirked slightly to herself as she remembered the previous night's phone conversation with Tre, but quickly composed herself and smiled properly as she looked up at her brother.

"Call him a mug again and I'll smash your face in," she smirked before continuing, "Nah yeah I called him; bless him he's such a sweetheart. I think that's what I missed the most; just how thoughtful he is and stuff – no one's ever done all this for me before, ever."

"They really haven't; that's the only reason why I really didn't have any worries or anything about you and Tre being together again, because I knew you'd be okay with him. He's always looked after you." Garry casually spoke as he munched on the bit of toast. He truly did mean it; he didn't have any worries about Cheryl and Tre rekindling their romance, because he knew that Cheryl was in the best hands with Tre as he always took good care of her and made sure she was happy.

Meanwhile, Cheryl was in shock at the words that had just flowed from her brother's mouth. He had never really spoken so casually about Tre like that, often even taking the mick out of Cheryl and Tre for being so soppy and what not and never really one to express his true feelings. However, she could see that he really did mean it and was genuinely happy for the both of them being together again as all he too wanted was for Cheryl to be happy. Plus, Cheryl knew he had missed having another guy around, so now he could hang out with Tre again and not feel like he was surrounded by nothing but women.