I'll Make You Better

(DEION)

"Hand me the paint brush behind you D." Asked James.

It was a pleasure to see things eaten, to see things whitened and changed. Up, down, up down. I watched every stroke of paint change viciously as James painted over the wooden walls of the new house. With the paint brush in his fists, spitting its venomous titanium dioxide upon the texture of the wood. James tried his hardest to reach the very top of the wall where he struggled most. I watched him like a hawk in the sky up high, and he way my prey. His hands were the hands of an amazing musical conductor controlling the slightest note from an instrument.

How high and how low. His eyes were all white, with the thought of in need of a helping hand when he turned to look at me in the eyes.

"Are you going to help me or not?" he sucked his teeth softly. I grabbed another brush that was laid right side up by the very end of the other painted dry wall. It's bristle brushes were already drenched in white paint. I could tell it was already used.

"Is this one okay?" I asked. James turned his head around and nodded before I can even pick up the bucket of white paint and cover up all the ruins of the wood's history. He tapped me and said

"When are you going to give me a grand child?" Out of all the things in the world he contemplates about giving him a grand child.

" I don't know James." I laughed at him.

"I'm turning old as mold here Deion." His laugh went up and up. I giggled with him. My pocket began vibrating. I walked away from him, heading towards a quiet spot where I can speak however I pleased.

"Yea?" I said as I waited to the other person on the line to speak.

"Deion! Come by! Come chill with the boys." Said my close friend Drew sounding excited as hell on the other line that I can hear the other guys popping bottles and screaming at the top of their lungs. Quite jealous they're having this much fun without me.

"The time when I'm doing things you guys call for an intervention?" Drew screamed louder on the other line while I put my index finger in my ear to stop the sting from damaging my hearing.

"Fuck yea! Get your ass over here!" he screamed louder and hung up the phone. I walked out the empty bathroom and headed back to painting.

James looked at me back and forth.

"Go!" he said.

"What? Go where?"

"Go," He shooed at me. "go hang with your friends."

"But what about the--" The look on his face made me hush myself up."James? You sure?" I squinted my eyes at him.

"No worries I got it. You've been out here all day." I smiled at him and grabbed my hat and fled the scene jumping into my car and headed to Drew's place.

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After driving to Drew's place, nothing but strippers and circus dancers every where you looked around his house. Drew bumped into me when he saw me by the door waiting for him. He leaned forward into my face. I wanted to puke from the moment he opened his mouth and a smell of something you never thought existed. He can pass the world record for having the world's smelliest breath.

He's drunk and I'm not surprised.

"Deeeyyyonnn!" he said. I softly pushed him off. He aggressively tossed a vodka bottle in my hand and walked away. I was not going to stand there and not drink myself. I gulped down a heavy sip of vodka into my mouth before bumping into naked women touching me as I walked through the crowd.

I followed after him and quickly caught up with him before he can fade into a crowd of guests.

Elijah, Quinton, Drew, and Don all sat down by a pool table. I ran up to them greeting them. Quinton seemed to be drunk himself, he barely can hold himself up. Elijah seemed sober but looked lost in the process. Don seemed cool but later ditched into the pool with a bunch of naked girls.

As I'm in the middle of talking to the guys the music, suddenly, stopped. Drew placed his cup down on the pool table and pushed everyone aside to see who was disturbing the party. There was a big flash light coming from the balcony and a loud shriek from the microphone that shook everyone.

"Hey? What's going on?!" someone screamed from the crowd and everyone whined in unison.

"THIS PARTY IS OVER. EVERYBODY GET OUT!!" A girly voice echoed the entire neighborhood. Everyone was annoyed so they began leaving angrily while Drew tried to stop them.

"No guys please. She's kidding. You're on PRANKED!" he said hoping to stop them from leaving. "Guys please! YoungMoney and the OVO crew will stop by to do CD signings," They ignored him by the way. "THEY'LL BE HERE ANY SECOND NOW!" he shouted realizing he failed miserably. He followed after the crowd to the door. Eli, Q , and I stayed behind until, we, later followed Drew into the living room as the crowd got smaller and smaller. Everyone is being escorted out.

Drew sat down on the couch while the rest of us looked at him. We were trying to calm him down. I heard heavy footsteps coming from the the stairs right behind me as a gorgeous young girl fueled up with anger came running down with her fist tight as a rope ready to attack who ever made her mad. Her cheeks were hot red and her eyes popped out her sockets.

I stopped thinking about the world and focused on how attractive she looked from the moment we locked eyes for a quick second. I fell in love and I automatically wanted to put a ring on her finger and make her my wife. Her thick thighs were to die for. They looked slim in slender in her skin tight pink shorts. Her black Pink brand sports bra that taped around her chest like so. Her cleavage was visible enough for everyone to see. You could possibly tell she had large breasts. And for the first time I've ever wanted to bite an ass so big and perfect. From that moment on I wanted to love her right in the living room. She pushed me against the stair wall. The world froze for a second before realizing she pushed me. Tough pusher much?. My mouth widened as soon as she came closer to Drew. She looked like she wanted to stab the living jerk out of Drew, until, another female chasing behind her held her back.

"I COME HOME AND YOU DO THIS TO MY FUCKING HOUSE?!" We all looked confused and looked back and forth at her and Drew. I kept on looking at her thick thighs and that fine tiny waist line.

Drew got up from the couch in defense and jumped behind Quinton.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" She shouted in anger. The other girl behind her stood in front of her

"Drew your sister is boiling. You should run now." Said the other girl.

"Ellah I can explain." he said pushing Quinton towards her. My eyes were stuck like glue to her body.

"You better pray you don't die tonight Drew. You better pray."

"Trust and believe me I've already converted into the Muslim religion just a second ago." He said. She struck for a punch but she missed.

"Drew get the fuck out of here!" the other girl commanded. Drew fled upstairs and the other guys followed him while I stayed behind.

She was still angry and mad, but it turned me on so much. She walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. She huffed and puffed until she cooled down just a bit. She punched her forehead aggressively trying to stay calm.

"My silk robes Emily. All gone!" she slammed her forehead against the marbled counter while Emily stood to her side and patted her back to comfort her. "This fucking retard had the nerve to throw a party in my house. It's only been a month and I come back to see this. Emily what do I do?" Emily looked scared for her dear friend and placed a hot towel over her head.

"Try to calm down Elle."

Ellah moaned even more until she noticed that I was still in the living room, which connected with the kitchen.

"Are you fucking lost?" I looked around the room wondering if she was speaking to me. She rolled her eyes. "Yes you! Get out! The party is over" she shooed at me.

"You might want to get out before she goes crazy again" said Emily. Ellah walked out of the kitchen and walked toward me. I can feel her anger the moment she looked at me in my eyes. I wanted to grab her to my body and never, ever, never ever, let go.

"Can I help you?" I snapped out of my thoughts.

"What?"

"Do you want my fist up your balls?" she said evilly. She held her fist in the air. She wasn't in the mood to be messed with so I tried to avoid eye contact.

"Naww." I said slowly. I tried so hard not to stutter as I fixed my hat from sliding off my head.

She sucked her teeth at me and began pushing me out.

"Hey what are you doin'?" I asked trying to hold her from pushing me out even further. She looked me right in the eyes and I stood on the porch and watched her peacefully up and down.

"Drew can call you later just get the fuck out already!" She pushed her palm onto my chest and I almost fell backwards. Before I knew it the door slammed in my face.

Vengeance

 

(ELLAH)

"I'll never get tired of this place." Said Emily crashing on the bed neatly done.

"Yeah me either." This is our third time at World Battle Dance Tour. A couple seasons ago, I didn't win but that never stopped me from coming back to kick some skinny ass. I tossed my bags to the side of the door. I was distracted by the gold and white chevron designs on the wall.

"I honestly love what you do Ells." I headed to the mini fridge in the small kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Poland Spring water bottle.

"You do?" I turned around to look back at her and smiled in the process.

"Yes because when your touring and dancing all around like this, I always feel like I'm part of your journey," I sat down right next to her. "Minus the fact that I can barely dance." Emily sighed.

 

"Sure you can. I can teach you." I grabbed her hands as they followed around my waist.

"Teach me? I don't think so. Remember what happened the last time?" Quickly jumping into a brief memory when I tried to teach Emily how to dance salsa because she had a crush on this extremely hot Spanish guy with a killer toned body to die for and the way the word love rolling of the tip of his tongue. He was a dance teacher. Even I would make a fool out of myself just to impress him. Believe me, he's deliciously mesmerizing, ugh he reminds me of cake. Who doesn't love cake? I'd eat him up anytime. 

Emily nodded and fiercely turned her head to the door when a heavy knock scared both of us.I opened the door shocked that my twin related co-workers were at the door.

 

"Oh gosh, this isn't real. Come in, come in." Darnell and Heavenly walked in right behind me after offering them in.

Emily stayed put like a scared cat. She knew who Darnell and Heavenly were she just didn't bother to socialize with them.

"Guys I thought you left for Jamaica and you wouldn't make it back any time soon?" Darnell placed the gift basket on the counter. He still has the smooth way of talking to females when he sees one. He gave Emily a seductive look but Emily averted her eyes before he can ogle her any further. I punched him slightly on the chest to get back his attention.

"We did. But then we couldn't miss out on this World Dance Battle Tour. Especially knowing that there's some tough competitions, we knew you'll need some help." Darnell brushed his shoulders off.

"You little genius." I poked him on the nose.He then shooed me away.

"I also seen some of them getting loose in the lobby as I walked in and by the way," Heavenly hushed a moment and bowed her head down. I was utterless and desperately in need to know what Heavenly meant. Her body language slowly made me worry.

"Heaven what is it?" I softly shouted.

"There too freakin' good. All those back flips man. . they're so talented and they're not afraid to prove it," I raised a up a wicked brow. "And the guys...more kick backs than the Big Apple Circus," Heavenly walked forward to me and started rubbing my back. "But no worries we can put together some kick ass routines like we did back in the day." Heavenly nodded her head rapidly. I aggressively brushed my hair back with my bare hands trapping all the sweat in my hands.

"Oh Fuck, I'm doomed."

Darnell took a chocolate covered strawberry from the gift basket and ate it.

"Elle you've seen our moves. We can destroy them." he put his hands in a fist in the air. Heavenly looked at Emily as Emily returned the same awkward gleam in her eyes.

I sensed the awkward silence.

"Is she an informer?" Heavenly asked.

"Guys no! You know Emily. She's just traveling with me. Like she always does."

"Oh."Heavenly and Darnell said in unison.

"Can she dance though?" Darnell said barely having any conversations with Emily in the past but always seen her around my environment when she'd come to my latest competitions.

"I have to use the restroom." Emily walked out awkwardly into the bathroom and closed the door shut.

"You guys know how Ems is. Anti-social queen." We laughed together watching the commercial of the dance battle on the hotel television.

"Special guests will be here at the WDBT including miss Iggy Azalea, Chris Brown, August Alsina and the one and only Rihanna as a guest judge. Get ready dancers because it's going to be on hell of a night." Said the reporter sounding jovial as ever.

We all looked at each, quiet as ghosts wading in thin air as we wait to catch a victim in the night.

"Dang, it's going to be wicked." Said Heavenly pulling her jet black locks into a pony tail. Her tan cheeks turned red while watching some of the dancers highlights from previous battle competitions.

"Wicked is not even the right word." Darnell said in a Jamaican accent.

"For real." Heavenly hummed.

Emily didn't bother to come out until the commercial was almost over.

"Now, we're asking all dancers to make their way to the gym and show some skills on cam. And get ready for the last battle of a life time tonight right here on World Of Dance channel."

The reporter hopped up and down yelling at the camera. A short Caucasian boy with a fierce Bieber hair cut ran up to the camera dancing like a robot and then changing the routine by going into a Caribbean dance when Dance-Hall music came on.

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Scared as ever, Emily and I walked slowly around the lobby and headed to the Gym were all the dancers were assigned to be. Heavenly and Darnell joined after we came.

A tall muscular dancer stopped in front of Darnell. Her body was drop dead gorgeous and I must admit I wanted to trade for a moment. She looked like she had all the moves of dancing in the book. She looked like she trained since she was in the womb and popped out break dancing during labor.

"Mamacita." said Darnell. The girl turned around and whispered to her friend that stood next to her.

"Yo please." Heavenly commanded him to relax and stop annoying other people's kids.

"Excuse me?" the girl said.

"You look fine as hell!" Darnell rubbed his hands together, grabbed her hand, and joined his fingers with hers. The girl jumped and backed away from him.

"Really? That's how you feel?" He pointed at his chest showing off his abs screaming for air under his tight spandex shirt showing off every angle of his body he can.

Emily rolled her eyes, Heavenly tried to convince the poor girl to run away and never come back, well I stood like an innocent by stander trying to avoid anything harmful coming my way. I looked at the guards watching us with a straight face. Not a smile or a smirk.

"Yeah, they're not my friends. . so don't look at me."

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"How do you even?" Emily was quick to question Heavenly about her perverted older twin brother.

"Seriously I think it was because he was dropped a lot as a newborn. My parents were never really careful with him." Heavenly laughed harder as we began walking through the crowded gym with other performers ready to dance our lives away on stage. The L.E.S Twins, one of the greatest of the greatest dancing duo's from France to ever to turn into human robots and move violently across the any dance floor anytime they perform their self choreographed routines showed up on the projector above our heads while the crowd cheered loud as ever right before the competition can start.

Everyone crowded in a circle. Club lights surrounded us. As the competition started we began watching other performers get down on the hard floor. I, Heavenly, and Darnell prepared ourselves. My heart began pumping faster when our song came on as the people cheered our names in the pink spotlight. Next thing I knew the crowd parted ways for us when we began moving viciously across the dance floor.

WARRIORS IN THE DANCE

After our show stopping  performance we were ordered to line up side by side so they can say the winners of WDBT. I stood patiently holding onto Emily and her pig tails. Darnell locked hands with another female standing by him who seemed interested in him while we waited for the judges to announce the winners.

Catcalls covered the gym. The crowd couldn't wait any longer. We were all ready to hear who was the greatest.

"In third place. ." said Iggy, "PBS Kiidz." Struggling to announce the winner speaking in her Australian accent, she pointed to the crew behind us with nerd costumes on. Everyone cheered while they went for there medals. One of the dancers fan jumped over the grille that blocked us from being attacked.

"I LOVE YOU CODY!!!" said a screaming fan yelling over the security guard's bald head. I expected this competition to be very mature but I guess my friends and I are the only adults here.

"Damn, obsessed much." Darnell whispered.

Everyone calmed down while Iggy walked and hugged the group members and congratulated them. She walked off stage. Some gathered around her to take photos.

While August Alsina and Chris Brown came on stage the crowd went wild. Some threw panties at their faces and even bra's. They yelled out how much they would fuck the shit of of them. Chris just laughed and turned to August while struggling to keep a straight face. He later waved at the crowd hoping they would simmer down. As much as I wanted to jump and kiss August or Chris, which ever I desired to attack first, I kept my inner slut inside and tried my hardest not to hug the crap out of both of them. I'd rather get naked and tell Chris to devour this p. . . moving on. August pouted his lips apart and fixed his beanie from falling off his curly hair.

"Dang, Chris you must say the honors." Chris took the card from him and shouted out as loud as he can.

"Second Place is. . " They stopped speaking. It was absolutely quiet in the gym. You can actually hear a whisper loud and clear.  "Gingerbread Gyrlz!" a bunch of Irish dressed pig tailed girls with high knee socks with old middle age costumes came cartwheeling around the stage. They kissed the living crap out of August and Chris. Chris held on to the one he found attractive. Typical Chris.

Rihanna then came across the stage in her red gown glued tightly to her body and her hair in a pony tail. Her vicious red lips caught my attention. She had nice shaped lips and perfect skin you'd wish you could have.

Her hazel eyes lightened up when she looked at the crowd. She spoke in her Bajan accent and bowed her head down.

"Now I've seen a lot of great performances tonight, but this one was outstanding and well done!" The crowd shouted even more. "This crew right here literally snatched my weave." She opened the card trying hard not to laugh at her own joke. I looked at Emily in the eyes almost tearing. I didn't hear a thing as my heart beating in my chest made me go deaf. Darnell started jumping and kissing the girl who held on to him like toast. Heavenly had turned around to kiss one of the performers behind her and then the voice of Rihanna traveled back in my ears verbatim.

"Capital-WARRIORS!" She screamed dropping the microphone and running toward us. She group hugged all of us as they gave me the golden trophy. Paparazzi was everywhere in the gym and snapped as much photos as they can. The rest of the guest celebrities joined in unison too take group photos and congratulate us. I never stopped hugging Rihanna. I looked into her bright hazel eyes and cried my heart out. She held me like a baby and looked down on me. She's quite tall you know.

"Congratulations Warrior." she kissed my forehead and hugged everybody else in her surroundings. I joined August, Iggy, and Chris with other group dancers wanting autographs and photos. I felt like I've entered the heaven of success. I've never felt so happy in my life. The same reporter followed us into the locker rooms where every dance member calmed down and refreshed themselves. Luckily, no one paraded around naked. I would've honestly.

"Hey guys I'm Peggy Sew. And I'm here to congratulate the new 2014 WDBT Champions." she hugged me. Darnell grabbed a champagne bottle and popped the cork. The champagne spilled over my brunette locks. They all laughed at me as I held the trophy in my hand overjoyed.

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Darnell and Heavenly safely left by car and Emily and I headed back home by our personal car driver my step-mother got us. We safely made it back to New York City. It took hours to get back to New York from Atlanta in a car.

The car stopped right in front of my house and I couldn't believe how much of a wreck my front lawn looked. All my Roman hand made gargoyles standing at the front of my gate are destroyed. I got out of the car gasped like I never had air in my life.

"Uh. .is this the right house?" Emily gasped along with me. Suddenly my happiness left my soul. I've been captured by all forces of evil. Voodoo. Black Magic. The deep depths of HELL!!

My body started getting hot and I balled my hands into a fist when a topless circus dancer bumped into me and her drink spilled on my face. She was as tall as an Amazon Warrior ready for war.

"Father of Christ, I'm-" she mumbled before I cut her off. I punched her in the face and she fell to the floor.

"Where?" I said softly. "In the living Christ?" I said much stronger. "IS FUCKING DREWWW!!!!" I screamed louder than ever before. I ran into the crowd of guests to find him. My step-brother had the nerve to throw a party in my house. I know I said enjoy yourself while I'm gone but I didn't mean have the fucking time of your life by inviting over three hundred guests over. I headed upstairs to my room. I kicked the door open knocking off the door knob when a couple was having sex on my bed. I punched the both of them out my room. I headed to my closet. It was busted open and most of my clothes were gone. Including my hand sewn Versace silk robes were gone. All of them, one by one, gone like the wind. I held a pair of my black heels in my hand threatening to attack whoever came in my way.

"DREWWWW!!!" I screamed louder. I headed to the pool area were I expected him to be since he loves swimming. I flashed an enormous spotlight at the crowd that was used to make the crowd see the circus dancers flying in the air.

"THIS PARTY IS OVER. EVERYBODY GET OUT!!" Everyone seemed pissed. The music stopped playing when Emily punched the DJ and he fell.

"The fuck man?" said the DJ holding his nose. Emily stood over his body layed out on the ground.

"Get the fuck out of here or else I'll call your girlfriend and tell her you gave my an STD!" The DJ panicked and ran out tripping over his own equipment.

"Dreww!!" I screamed louder. I stormed around the house like a fireball. Emily later chased after me. I walked everywhere around the house but lost Emily in the process while looking for Drew in this enormous crowd of guests. I lost focus and headed straight to my bathroom while people began leaving. I splashed water all over my face. Emily saw me in the bathroom and patted my back for comfort.

"I'm literally going to kill Drew Ems." The big noise in the house started going down. I heard someone shout his name from downstairs and followed that sound. I ran downstairs like a hungry wolf and spotted Drew sitting on the couch drunk halfway passed out. His friends surrounded him as if they were practicing a ritual.

A mysteriously handsome looking young man with tattoos up from his neck to legs stood in front of me. I was not saying excuse me. It is clearly my house. I pushed him away from me. I was this close to punching Drew.

Emily held me back from attacking him.

"Ellah I can explain." Somehow Drew, the moment he saw my face he was magically sober. He jumped behind Quinton and forced him onto me to avoid punching his eye out of his sockets.

"You better pray you don't die tonight. You better pray." Emily loosened her grip around my waist until he said something. His opened his mouth again. His voice began to annoy me and once again I missed another punch.

"Drew get the fuck out of here!" said Emily pushing her way in front of me. Drew fled upstairs while the rest of his friends followed him. Lucky bastard. Doesn't matter. I'll kill him in his sleep.

I headed to the kitchen to calm down. I aggressively poured my a cold glass of water to stop the back of my soar throat from hurting.

A tall figure from the corner of my eye shook me as I looked at the handsome man with the tattoos eye to eye. He must have been confused. No Ellah he's deaf.

"Are you fucking lost?" I said pointing at him. He acted as if I wasn't speaking to him which aggravated me even more.

"What?" he said in his husky voice.

"Do you want my fist up your balls?" I walked towards him with my hands in the air. He gulped so hard I could see his Adam's apple move every swallow he took. He fixed his hat on his head. I began pushing him out. I didn't bother to hear all the other jibber-jabber he was saying. He stood right in front of my porch staring at me like a pervert. Instead of punching him like I should've, I pushed him off my porch and slammed the door in his face.

I don't know who you are sexy boy, but I do deeply apologize for my misbehaving.

 

Drew Is Literally Kissing My Ass

 

(ELLAH)

 

I woke up the next morning falling out of my bed clumsily. I didn't realize it was so early in the morning when I took off my sleep mask away from my face. My window was wide open. I blinked my eyes verbatim and saw Drew spraying them with Windex.

"What are you doing? Get the hell out!"

"Cleaning, obviously!?" he looked at me shrugging his shoulders. He continued on wiping the window. I was surprised to see almost everything organized again. Forgetting for a moment about the party last night, I totally forgot that I'm still plotting to kill Drew.

"Did you have fun last night?"

"Something like that" he winked at me.

"You can forget about being nice." I got up from my bed strapping myself into my fuzzy slippers.

"Being nice about what?" he pretended to act like he didn't understand what I meant. His brows raised up while trying to wipe white residue off my bedroom window.

"You know what I mean." I stood with my hands on my hips. His brown eyes looked down on me. They came in contact with mine when I least expected it.

"Your on my heels Drew," I pushed him off my favorite pairs of Chanel nude heels."It's one of a freakin' kind. Get out!" I punched in the arm. I'm surprised they didn't get stolen. I have so many designer shoes bottled up in my closet.

"So I guess your cleaning then?" he said offering me the Windex spritz bottle.

"Over my dead body. You made the mess you clean it!" I said rubbing my eyes trying to look at him much clearer. The house phone began ringing loudly in my room. Drew tripped over my heels cluttered all over my bedroom.

"Hello?" I said answering the telephone straddling myself into a comfy sweater lying on my bed. I turned to look at Drew and saw how pissed off he looked. As much as I wanted to laugh I couldn't help but chortle while looking at him. He puts up the middle finger at me expecting me not to feel offended. He was saying something that he whispered but not clear enough for me to understand.

He said it over and over with confidence smiling at me.

"What?" I said to him. I read his lips, finally.

"F U." he said whispering again.

''F U TOO!" I responded back to him.

"What?" Another voice said on the line while I held the phone to my ears.

"Oh gosh no that wasn't for you." I scratched the back of my neck hoping I'd get away with it. I looked back at Drew silently laughing while wiping the window "I'm sorry. Who is this?"

"It's Angie, Ellah." Angie's voice went from delightful to a bit tense within seconds. Wow, step-mother.

"Oh Heyyy!"

"Hey there darling I was wondering is everything alright?"

"Yes, everything is okay here." I stuck my middle finger back at Drew while he wasn't looking.

"Did you get home safe?"

"Yes I did. I'm so sorry I forgot to call you back last night."

"Its fine." Her voice sounded delightful again. I walked out of the room separating myself from Drew. I watched his eyes ogle me from a distance while I stopped walking in the hallway. I ranted the whole twenty minutes talking about last night and the huge event at WDBT!.

I hung up cheerfully smiling at the phone in my hand.

"Why the hell are you so happy?" he crossed his arms behind his back. "What the hell is that smell?!" Drew said coming closer to me. He sniffed harder towards my face.

"What smell?" He sprayed Windex or whatever that was on my face.

I stood there with my mouth open completely trying to not dump his body right now and roll it over a hill.

"Before you put me in a hospital. .it's water" he continued on spraying me. I was drenched in my favorite pajamas. I chased him down the stairs and before I can even grab him by his collar and choke him, he already ran, to the other side, standing behind a chair to avoid being attacked.

"Look I made my gorgeous sister breakfast." he pointed at the plate that was laid out in front of me.

"Elle I know I ruined your house." he held his spritz in the air.

"Ruined? Really? Ruined is not even the word."

"I know. I'm a man. I just needed time with the guys," He confessed. " I got bored." He bowed his head down.

"Half of your little posse stole everything from my closet." He smiled at me and pointed his index finger at the plate.

"Eat up Ells, your stomach is asking for some great protein right now" He walked toward me and sat me down.

"Do no try and change the subject!"

"What subject?" I backed my chair into his chest. I watched his body cuddle up as he winced.

"Dang, why so violent?" He said harrumphing. I grabbed the spritz from him.

"The only way you'll survive is if you do everything I say," He raised his head up at me and held on to his aching stomach. " You'll have to clean up after me."

"Hell naw." He coughed.

"Or I can tell everybody all about-- " He cuts me off and rolled his eyes.

"I already know what your going to say!"

"Really? If you do then what?"

"Please let's not discuss this." He stood up acting like what just happened seconds ago didn't even exist. He tucked in his belly. He closed his eyes sucking in a deep breath of air.

"As you wish Ellah Belle." He walked away from me marching like a soldier on his way upstairs.

"Ellah Belle?" I said. "It's Ellah Marshall ass fart."

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The day went by me. I couldn't think of a thing to do. My body was still aching from the competition last night. I partied hard with the celebs at the event and almost getting drunk with Heavenly and Darnell. Luckily Emily stopped me from drinking way too much that day.

I was sitting on my couch watching Enough. One of my all time favorite films by the wonderful Jennifer Lopez. Drew was in the back outside by the balcony playing Uno with his little group of friends.

There was someone knocking on the door while I began flipping through channels. I yelled Drew's name from the living room, but in the last five minutes of the day, Drew disobeyed me. I got up after realizing he's no where near the real world. He's trapped in the game of Uno.

I opened the door to see who had the nerve to knock on my door aggressively.

"I'm coming!" I said as I opened the door and saw him. He was standing in on my doorstep acting like he seen a ghost. I was the world's beast of a burden.

His hair was half shaved. He resembled a lost soldier captured by a photographer on the ruins of World War I. The rest of his long hair combed back neatly. I continued eyeing him. I never lost contact with his soul eating grey eyes. He stood in front of me trying to find the right words to speak. The way his lips parted made me feel like he wanted to tell me all his secrets if I asked. If I asked him to tell me about his past and what events occurred to him? Is he happy or sad? Is he old enough? His body language said so much, I felt scared from the moment he stepped in.

"Is Drew here or no?" I was utterless. I remembered him, and his tattoos were to die for. "He called me about a minute ago. I hope your not upset are you?" I couldn't answer him. As much as I wanted to open my hands and greet him with a hug memories from last night traveled back in my membrane when I recognized his voice. That sexy, deep, husky. . .voice.

He peeked his head through the living room. He walked toward me much closer, connecting our chests. His tall handsome figure hovered over my head. He look down on me freakishly with his treacherous grey eyes that I couldn't look away from. I almost wanted to grab him closer and hug him so tight so he can feel my heart beating rapidly for him. He clenched his jaw and pushed me a bit forward with his chest. His hands were over mine and he shut the door behind him. I completely forgot about the real world.

"Get the fuck in here!" Drew interrupted our precious awkward silence. He scared the old country girl out of me. Drew beckoned at him. He responded and waved back. He slowly walked into the living room as Drew invited him in. He turned around and smirked at me. I wanted to collapse to the ground and worship his body, mind, heart and soul. He felt like a new God. Someone's presence to cherish for all and eternity.

He faded into the background when he slid the balcony doors shut.

"Shit!" I said softly. I shrugged it off and sat back down on the couch watching the film and thinking about how we almost made love in the living room.

Commemoration

 

(Ellah)

     For some reason, my mind constantly repeats yesterday. It's like time is trying to make me remember that I might be finding some kind of interest in this guy. I kept thinking about his scent, he smelled fresh and clean that I wanted to bury him in my arms and fondle him like a long lost lover who came back to get a second chance at love. Who knew that a guy with a soul so captivating could have so much rage. I was in my feelings eating chocolate covered strawberries sitting on my roof top watching life pass me by. It was twelve pm in the afternoon and I was still daydreaming about Drew's seducing attractive friend.

 I forgot I was still texting Emily. My phone was vibrating recklessly on my bed. This time my phone rang loudly as possible. Before my phone can touch the floor, I jumped through the window and fell clumsily on my bed.

"Like turn on your TV." Emily said with excitement in her voice. 

"What happened?"

"You're not going to believe this."

"What happened?" I annexed.

"You're on television--on mother fuckin' E! bitch." Emily screamed on the phone. I started flipping through the channels as fast as I can trying not to miss an glimpse of my good side and my performance of course. I was watching myself dance and a band of other performers from the WDBT competition days ago. They replayed highlights from nights before and even some alone time with the celebs that were there.

"Oh my gosh there goes Chris, you, me and August." I pointed at the television watching myself get loose with the celebrities. I clumsily fell into Chris Brown's arms pretending I was asleep dreaming of a true love's kiss.

"I heard next year they're going to book Kim Kardashian." She went on and on screaming for dear life.

"Let's just pray I pass the next competition." I rubbed my hands together biting my bottom lip. Before I can turn the volume down, Drew busted his way into my bedroom dressed sharp as ever. His attire looked extremely formal as if he was ready to go on a date with a special someone at a five star restaurant somewhere in the middle of Manhattan. I sometimes see Drew in a suit and tie but when he does dress up in a suit and tie he looks deliciously good looking.

"Mom called," he stepped in and walked towards my dresser looking at a reflection of himself in the mirror. He viciously runs his hands through his voluminous hair, parting one side and doing the same to the other. "And she said to get dressed." He stared at me through the mirror like he was waiting for me to make a move or something. In the mean time, looking at a variety of Chanel perfume collections stacked neatly against each other, he picked up the spritz and sprayed himself thoroughly.

"One, you could've asked. Two, knock before you enter. And three, why?" He turned to me leaning on my dresser.

"Lonnie's birthday?" He said it loud and clear. Too many things happened the other night and my mind completely erased the birthday of my own father. What kind of daughter am I?

"Wow I'm so stupid." I said trembling off the bed. I ran towards my closet scurrying my fingers through any dress that I find most appealing to have all eyes on me tonight. In the mist of having an already out of control day, Drew walked towards my bed sauntering like he had all the time in the world. Maybe he was trying to strut a perfect walk for me in that gorgeous suit. He's such a show off.

"I don't know, your just like that by nature," he says smiling as he sat on the edge of my bed. "He's having a little get together and he'd like for all of us to be there Ellah." I inhaled the smell of my Chanel perfume off of his toned body. For once in a life time he looked presentable that I didn't have a negative comment to insult him. There was finally peace in the air. I know he felt it too because he even moved himself towards the center of my bed trying to help me decide the perfect dress to wear. He got up brushing his fingers against any dress he desired to pick out. Appearently, just as I thought he was going to pick out something with a lot more coverage, he pulls out the complete opposite. "You know, he never really invited me," he bowed his head down to correct himself. "Aha, I mean I've never thought about coming to these kinds of events until now though." I sat there on my bed ogling him as he gave me a dress of his choice. I can still hear Emily obnoxious screaming coming from my phone as it laid on the bed face down. 

"I know I never really spoke to him much, but I'm getting old and so is he. We're not teenagers anymore and I'm tired of separating myself." He removed the plastic off of my dress looking at me at the same time. The moment I wear this black low v-neck cutout, so much cleavage can be revealed the minute I slip it on. I was in the mood to wear something like that anyway. 

"This will look good on you," he laid it out softly on the bed for me to see."Really good!

"Good, now go!" I said. He calmly closed the door behind him not even saying something insulting himself like he usually does. Oh heavens, he's beginning to mature. Let's roll out the red carpet and flashing lights. All his life he always seemed stubborn and egocentric. He always saw life as a joke and never really thought about the consequences that came with it. He doesn't smile much either, unless he's willing to, depending on the situation.

Looking at my reflection through my full glass mirror, I was beginning to remember the past of my childhood. I remembered the first time I met him. His mother invited us to have dinner at her house.  He was sitting across from me at the dinner table. We were only eleven years old at the time. We were born the same year but different month. He's a May baby and I'm a July baby. He had long curly brown hair and he wore geeky classes. He loved stripped shirts and cargo's. I'll never forget that his favorite sneakers were Converse. He loved playing around. I was the awkward brunette haired girl that hated him because he was just so. .so. . unbelievably lovable. He was always lovable. His love is so pure it hurts. It still hurts till this very day. I watched him grow up and every time I see him grow up into a man, he reminds of the man I should've loved. I should've told him I felt. I was only sixteen when I had feelings for him. I always fantasized our little lifestyle. What would life be like if he and I actually dated? Ugh, no, never mind.

 

My father is African-American and my mother is of Cuban ancestry. Drew's parents are of French ancestry. I laughed to myself when he told me his name. Drew Willy Cartier. He was so shy and weird looking as a child. Narrowed eyes that slanted a bit. His full eyebrows looked plucked but they were already proportional since birth. His full lips were pink and puffy. I've never seen such perfect lips on any boy before. He was named after his father Willy Drew Cartier. His mother and father divorced when he was five years old. He couldn't remember what his father looked like after a while. There were times when I'd come home from school and Drew waited by the house window. He just waited like an owl hungry for the night to appear right before it's eyes. A lost wolf roaming the woods and waiting for the full moon. I asked him what was so special about that window. He told me in the front lawn is where he and his father would play baseball. He'd teach him everyday when he'd come home from school. One day Drew hit the ball so hard with the bat that it broke the window. The same exact window he'd look through viciously everyday. He told me that day was the day he'll never forget. It was the last memory he ever had of his father. Drew never really owned things that belonged to his father. Only his name. After a while he stopped looking through that window and play video games upstairs in his bedroom and I'd secretly watch.

I finished dressing up, applying the last scoop of lip gloss on my lips and then adding on the last touches of beach waves curling to the ends of my hair with my purple curling wand. 

As soon I was done, I walked downstairs prepared to go. Drew slouched in my sofa with his index finger holding his head up and the other hand tapping his shaking leg. He looked emotionally depressed. He wasn't crying over-dramatically, it looked like he was overthinking and got very pissed off the moment he remembered whatever made him feel like that. I never, ever, in my life saw him look upset before. 

"Drew is everything okay?" He lifted his head and took a moment to look at me. He never stared at me for this long. It was a different stare. He wiped his little tears away. He ran his thumb down my cheek and smiled.

"You look gorgeous!" he inhaled deeply opening the front door as he lead a tail and I'd follow him. "Let's go before mom starts getting mad." We both laughed walking our way out the door.

                                                                                     ___________

 

We stopped at a local restaurant my father rented out. It was filled with family and guests. I almost couldn't believe how crowded it was. For the first time it was like everything was okay between everyone. My father was on the far end side clumsily kissing guests on the cheek. He greeted almost everyone that came around him. He seemed happier than ever. It was a new happy and I didn't know where it was all coming from.

"Can you walk much faster?" said Drew walking behind bewildered.

"I'm wearing heels for God sake. You don't run in heels. You walk and it takes time." I curtsied in front of him and he almost tripped.

"There go's Lonnie." said Drew. My father saw us coming his direction and jumped cheerfully when he saw me. His happy face slowly faded away when his eyes came in contact with Drew's.

"Is that my Ellah?" my dad opened his arms to greet me for a hug. I walked as fast as I can to hug him. I missed his hugs. They're warm and soft. I almost wanted to cry.

I pulled away from him and hugged my step mother who stood right beside him. She smiled joyfully at Drew and I.

"Darling, it's so good to see you." I never really called Drew's mom my mom. Angie is what I always called her my whole life. She respects it and learned to accept it. 

"Hi Mom." I said for the first time. She pulled away so fast from the hug and her face slowly lightened up with sparkles when her eyes met mine.

"Hi Ellah." We hugged again a second time. I looked at Drew and he brushed his chin with his fingers  as a soft smirk appeared on his face.

Standing next to a crowd of a few family members who came to celebrate, we all welcomed my dad a happy fifty-ninth birthday. Every family member of ours danced along, we all laughed together, sat together, and communicated like family. Drew smiled more and spoke more than he usually does. I, well, I danced more than I usually do at family events. Suddenly, the DJ began to slow down the music. The lights went down too.

Out of breath from all the crazy dancing, I took a seat by the cake table by myself at the corner watching everyone parade around my father like it was some kind of Bar Mitzvah. I bowed my head  down and my hands held my head for support. Someone had walked by me but immediately stopped. Their shadow stood still. I didn't bother to look up at the person. If it was my dad he would've picked my head up and asked me what's wrong or am I okay, but this time the feeling was dissimilar.

"Elle." Drew's voice sang through my ears. I lifted my head up to see him. He stood in front of me. Everything else was a blur. He was the only one I could see.

"Dance with me?" he pulled his hand out. I didn't know what to say or think. This was not like him at all. Yeah, he offered me to dance with him a couple times before when we were young but that was ages ago so why now? Maybe the real Drew got kidnapped by Aliens and never returned to Earth.

"What?" I said. He lowered his head down halfway rubbing the back of his neck.

"Dance with me Ellah." He commanded once again. Seconds later he released a sigh. It wasn't a sad sigh, It was a calm sigh. It's like he knew the exact answer I wanted to say. He looked down on me passionately. I got up grabbing his hands as our fingers began to lock together the closer we got to the dance floor. He opened his arms wide open so that my chest would be closer to his body. I leaned in, resting my head on his shoulder. Standing behind him was Lonnie and Angie holding on to each tightly making love faces as they sang along to the melodramatic music playing in the background.  Angie swayed softly to her hearts delight, my dad.

My Chanel perfume wafts under my nose again when I slightly put my chin on Drew's shoulder to get a better view of Lonnie and Angie dancing. I felt safe in his hands. I never felt safe like this before. The entire vibe in the room changed. This time I was observing everyone making faces in the crowd each angle my eyes looked. Getting lost gazing at the faces in the crowd, my parents wedding song finally came on, Angie's favorite French singer, Michel Sardou. His French hit began playing through the speakers. I remembered the melody as a child dancing with Drew. I'll never forget loving  the pronunciation of French vocabulary dancing off his tongue. Je Vais T'Aimer.

"You were crying earlier."  I randomly thought of bringing up the topic whispering into Drew's ears.

"What?" 

"Why where you crying earlier?" I lifted my head off his shoulder and met with him eye to eye. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Crying? No I don't think so."

"Lies. Your eyes were all red. They were puffy."

"So. .what's that suppose to mean?"

"You were crying. And it seemed pretty serious."

"Just shut-up and dance with me." he pushed my head back on his shoulder gently.

"I'm still going to get you."

"I hope it's a sweet revenge too." He replied with an evil tone to his voice as a laugh escaped his mouth. I felt his body vibrate against my chest. I couldn't help but laugh too.

"Do you remember this song?" I asked. He pulled away and met eye to eye with me again.

"How could I forget this song. This is the song you and I danced to when we were younger. Till this day I don't understand not one fucking word he's saying." He said out loud absentmindedly.

I placed my hand over his mouth feeling his lips move on my fingers. I laughed too, softly.

"Hey watch it. But I hardly understand either," he wiped my hand on his suit."I can't believe you still remember that day though."

"How could I forget!" he smiled harder. He seemed much better. Much happier in my arms. Our eyes connected for so long. Throughout the whole dance I never lost eye contact with him. I almost spilled everything I held in as a child. We swayed like so around the dance room floor until of of nowhere the music suddenly changed to the Electra Slide.

"Alright get the fuck off of me!" I pushed him away belligerently going towards Angie and Lonnie to dance with them instead.

 

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