Well, it's Trey's b-day, and we're in Germany. People with funny accents and dialects. Anyway, I'm staying with Trey, Dave, and Damon for this year instead of going to sophmore year in college.
We were in a pub in Stuttgart, sitting at a booth. Dave and I weren't drinking, but Trey and Damon were drinking excessively. Their speaking was getting really cussy.
Dave finally said, "You guys are wasted. Let's go back to the hotel."
"Nah, we're not wasted," Trey said laughing.
"Sure, I'm going to go back to the hotel. Kat are you coming?" Dave yelled getting up.
"I think I'm going to stay a little longer," I said above the music.
"You sure?"
I nodded.
"Okay, see ya later."
Trey put his arm around me and said, "See Kat's a cool chick. She doesn't think we're shit-faced, do you?"
"You're drunk, but-" I was interrupted by a verbal explosion out of Trey.
"We're not fucking drunk! We're perfectly fucking straight!"
"No you aren't," I said calmly.
"Don't tell me what I fucking am!"
"Trey, stop it. You're scarring me. I'm going to go," I got up out of the booth.
"No you're not! You're staying right here!" he grabbed on to my arm and yanked me back into the booth.
"Let go Trey," I said quietly.
"You're staying here!" he tightened his grip, and when I flinched he struck his hand across my face.
Damon looked at Trey stunned and than at me.
Trey was still looking at me with psycho eyes. He let go of me and I bolted out of the pub. I walked across the street to our hotel and got in the elevator. I didn't want to go to my room alone, so I pressed 5 on the elevator. I walked to room 503 and knocked on the door.
"Coming," I heard Dave say. "Hey Juls," he heard my sniffing, "What's wrong?"
I lifted up my head and he saw the red mark Trey had left on my cheek.
"Oh G-D! Who did that?!"
"Trey," I said between sniffs. He enveloped me in a hug and then led me into the room. I sat down on the couch and he sat on the edge of his bed.
"Do you want something to eat, or some coffee?" he asked.
"Um, could I have some coffee please?" I said feeling my cheek. "And an icepack?"
"Sure, hang on," he got up and dialed room service on the phone, "Kann ich bitte eine Kanne Kaffee und eine Eisbeutel für Zimmer fünfhunderddrei aben?" (That's "Can I have a pot of coffee and an icepack" in German. Thank you Nina and Tuesday! *g* )
"I didn't know that you could speak German," I said rearranging myself so I was sitting in Indian style.
"Yeah, well, my mom wanted me to take French," he smiled. I smiled back and then burst into tears.
"Kat, what happened?"
"Umm, well, you left and then Trey put his arm around me and he asked me if I thought that they were drunk, I, umm, I said yes. Then he starting yelling at me. I got up to, umm, go and he grabbed my arm, and when I flinched he, umm..." I couldn't finish, I just cryed.
"Kat, please don't cry," Dave got up and sat next to me. "Come on, he didn't know what he was doing. He was totally drunk."
"I know, but, well; best friends aren't supposed to do this," I pointed at my cheek, "to each other."
"Room service," the waiter guy said as he knocked on the door.
"Coming," Dave patted me on my knee and got up. "Danke schön."
"Here you go. Cream or Sugar?" Dave handed me the icepack.
"Cream. Two packets. Please."
Dave smiled. "Two packets. Cream. Got it," he said mockingly.
I smiled weakly. He handed me the cup of coffee and sat down on the couch next to me.
"Hey Kat, he did not mean to do that, it wasn't him. You know that," he put his coffee down and sat indian style so he was facing me. I started to cry again and he wrapped his arms around me.
"Shh. It's okay. Hey, look at me," I looked up at him and saw something different in his face. "He won't ever hurt you anymore, and if he does, he'll have to mess with me." He looked at me strangely for a second and I got this feeling of déjàvou. He leaned down and kissed me lightly on my lips.
When he moved away from me the door slammed open and in stormed an agitated Trey.
"I need to talk to her," he said clumsily pointing at me.
"Trey you can't talk to her. You're totally wasted," Dave said as he stood up.
"Could everyone please stop accusing me of being into...intoxi-"
"Intoxicated," I said quietly.
"Yeah, now can I please talk to my friend," he looked like he was just about to fall over.
Dave looked at him and said, "Sure, buddy why don't you sit on the bed." He led him over to the bed, and when he sat down he immediatly passed out.
"Thanks Dave," I looked up at him with teary eyes.
"Don't mention it, umm, I'm sorry about the kissing thing, I didn't mean to, I mean, umm," he looked down at his shoes sheepishly.
"It's okay, it was nice. Did you feel anything?" I stood up and walked away from Trey.
"I don't know. Did you?" he followed me out of the room.
"I don't know either. I guess the only way to find out is to kiss each other again," I took his hands in mine and moved my face so it was right infront of his, I leaned in and his lips touched mine. I felt something and moved my body closer to his. Before I knew it we were making out.