Chapter 11
“Are you on the Maccy D’s already Tre? You’re one greedy *Bar Steward*!” Tyrell shouted as Tre walked into the dance studio the next morning, carrying a McDonald's bag.
“Haha...nah it’s for Cheryl!” Tre laughed, calling back as he strolled towards the dancers who were stretching out.
“Oh yeah, why are you sucking up to the boss for then?” Tyrell joked, flipping Tre’s cap off his head, earning a playful punch in the stomach.
“I'm making up for being a dick yesterday...I kinda walked in on her with no top on...she got so embarrassed bless her, I felt awful about it!” he explained, dragging his hand down his face whilst shaking his head.
“Oh my God!...Hahaha!...You kept that quiet, didn't cha? What actually happened?” Tyrell sniggered as Tre tried to shush him so that everyone else wouldn't hear.
“Stop it, it isn't funny! And don’t go telling the others...I shouldn't have even said anything to you” he replied, throwing his bag into the corner.
“Oh come on Bro...it's funny though...you've only really known her 2 days as well!” Tyrell laughed, receiving another whack, this time in the arm.
“No, she felt really uncomfortable about it, I could tell. I was worried I’d really upset her cos she barely looked at me for the rest of rehearsals, but she seemed alright last night when I texted her explaining” Tre responded as he took his letterman jacket off, revealing his incredibly toned stomach through the white vest he had on and his well muscled arms. “It wasn't like she was totally topless, she still had her sports bra on, but she actually seems quite shy sometimes, doesn't she?”
“Yeah bruh...she's been through quite a lot of sh!t in the past to be honest, it’s bound to have knocked her confidence a bit. She's such a great girl though!” Tyrell smiled, realising that Tre had been genuinely worried and hadn't found it funny.
“She’s wicked! Most artists we work with totally blank us really don’t they?...but she’s so up for a laugh and stuff. She’s becoming a really good mate, she‘s so funny!” Tre smiled whilst tying his laces.
“...anyway, what did she look like?” Tyrell nudged Tre in the arm, winking cheekily.
“Fuc...Cheryl!!!” Tre had went to tell Tyrell where to go as he smirked, but then noticed Cheryl walk into the studio wearing tight black leggings and a turquoise sweatshirt, her hair tied back in a messy bun.
He immediately ran over to her, grabbing the McDonald's bag on the way. “For you, your majesty” he bowed, handing Cheryl the banana milkshake, making her giggle.
“Why thank you kind sir!” she replied in a posh accent, taking a slurp through the straw.
“And...Drum roll please!...” Tre teased, stamping his feet on the floor whilst hiding something behind his back. ”...Large fries as well...oh yeah, that’s right, I’m the best!” he laughed as Cheryl’s eyes widened and a massive dimpled grin appeared on her face as she took the fries from his outstretched hands.
“Haha...ya plonker, ya didn't really have to get me anything, I'd already forgiven ya!” she giggled whilst stuffing some fries into her mouth.
“Forgiven me for what?” Tre winked, showing Cheryl it needn't be mentioned again. He turned and began walking towards the other dancers when Cheryl ran up beside him.
“Here!” she grinned, pushing some fries into Tre’s mouth.
“Nom nom nom!” he joked playfully, making Cheryl chuckle as she drank more of her milkshake, joining the others.
