#these feelings aloud because y’all don’t care y’all don’t wanna hear about the dark parts that stay and stick in my head or pass through

[triplexdoublex]

Pornstar

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: rough sex, anal sex, face fucking, gagging, spit, spitting in mouth, slight bondange, golden showers, pissing in mouth, slapping across face, being filmed.

A/N: Shout out to Shawnie ( @heytheregreeneyes) for always letting me use her as my OC and being my best friend. Also Colson isn’t MGK in this, just a pornstar so his personality isn’t as cocky as he usually is. I know I’ve mentioned it before but the sex in this is loosely based off my fave porn star Small Hands AKA Aaron Thompson. Hope this was worth the wait. Lemme know what you think! “Open it, open it!” Your roommate and best friend Shawnie stood before you with a gift bag in hand, shaking it excitedly.

“My birthday’s not even until this weekend,” You laughed taking the bag from her. “You sure you don’t want me to wait? It’s only a few more days.”

“ No please, I’ve kept this a secret for long enough, it’s killing me! Just open it!” She exclaimed. “Plus your gonna need time to prepare.”

“Prepare?” 

“C’mom, just open it, open it, open it!!!” She was far too excited. You wondered what it could be that she was so eager to give you. But what you pulled out of the bag just left you with even more questions. 

“Thanks???” You said confused, holding up a sexy red lace bra and matching g- string that tied at hips. 

“That’s only part of it,” she assured you. “What’s your biggest wish?” She tried to clue you in.

“Ummm paying off all my student debt?” You answered still puzzled. “Did you get me a job as a stripper?” You laughed.

“Okay, maybe ‘wish’ was the wrong word to use … hmmm—oh biggest fantasy!” She corrected herself. 

“Oh to fuck my favorite porn star Huge Hands, AKA Colson Baker. You know that — wait … no, no way!”  You exclaimed as your friend started frantically nodding her head yes. “Shut up!!! What? You’re kidding. Like how?”

“Look in the bag . There’s more!” 

You reached into the bag and pulled out a pass of some kind and read it aloud. “Huge Hands/Colson Baker : Exclusive Access, Porn Star for a Day pass” 

“They were super limited, I have no clue how I managed to snag one, but I’m so happy I did! The look on your face right now is priceless!” Shawnie laughed. “It’s probably because you’re the only one I know who’s  crazy enough to actually go through with this.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say. I have no words… thank you.” You expressed your gratitude, still in shock. “I’m really about to have the best sex of my life this weekend! On my birthday yet! Have you seen his fucking cock, it’s huuuge!”

“Yes, many times,” Shawnie chuckled , entertained by how pumped you are. “Or did you forget about all the links of his umm ‘work’ you’ve sent me?” Shawnie wasn’t big on porn herself but she was always willing to take an interest in your latest obsessions, no matter what they were. That’s what you loved most about her. “Turn it over, it tells you more about what’s included on the back.”

You did as she suggested, turning the pass over to read more. “Half hour zoom call day before to privately discuss details, and needs/wants of scene; hair and make up; up to one hour of shooting time; and keepsake autographed DVD recording,” you listed off. “You know I’m gonna watch that everyday for the rest of my life, right?” 

“I’m assuming you’re gonna make me watch it at least once too, knowing you,” Shawnie laughed. 

“Yeah probably,” you laughed as well. “ I got no shame!”

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You’re stomach was in knots as you waited for the zoom call to begin; you’d never felt so excited and  nervous at the same time. Shawnie was there with you sitting just out of frame, when the ‘bloop’ of the call came through your computer's speakers. 

“Hi, Y/N?” Colson questioned.

“Yeah, hi. That’s me!” You did a timid little wave.

“Ok good, just wanted to make sure I got the right person before we get started here. Imagine that … Awkward!,” he laughed, and you instantly began to relax; you could tell he was going to be easy to talk to. “Well, obviously you know what I do , but I’d love to hear a little about you. Says here on your forms you’re a college student?”

“Wait, what forms?” You asked.

“The ones you filled out online with your info and kinks and things you wanted to include in our video when you purchased the Pornstar for a day package,” he answers slightly confused. 

“Ohhh, my friend bought me this for my birthday, she must have filled them out.” You responded. “She’s right here. Say hi Shawnie!”

“Hi!” She giggled leaning into frame. 

“Hello. Wow this must be some “friendship” he joked making air quotes. “Because this is a very detailed list. You gotta hear this.” He smirks. “Written in the section about what you hope to include in our scene says— and  I quote: I want Huge Hands/ Colson to absolutely destroy me. I want him to fuck my throat, my pussy and my ass. I want him to slap me around, and spit and piss in my mouth, and anything else he wants to do to me, I’m all for it.”  He choked out a laugh pulling dramatically at the collar of his shirt “Whew, I’m the pornstar here and that’s even got me blushing!”

“Oh my God, Shawnie!” You covered your beet red face.

“What!?, did I lie?” She laughed.

“I mean no, but still. Damn, to hear it out loud like that.” Your eyes bulged. 

“So it’s true then?” Colson asked slyly.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” you hid your smile behind your hand, shaking your head in embarrassed disbelief.

“Aye,  no need to be embarrassed, we’re gonna have fun tomorrow, I can tell,” he smiled. “I’m especially excited that your interested in Anal. It’s kinda my favorite. I’m assuming you’ve done it before?” 

“Yeah,” you answered simply.

“Do you enjoy it?” He asked.

“Tell him what your ex said!”  Shawnie blurted out. 

“Oh, boy. I gotta hear this,” he chuckled. “What’d the ex say?”

You inhaled deeply before speaking, “I do enjoy it, probably more than regular sex, if I’m being honest,” you admitted. There was no use trying to be coy now. “Uhhh he actually said I could be a pornstar since I can take a hard anal pounding so well.” 

“Nice!” He exclaimed. “Girl, after my own heart.”

“Jesus Christ, this conversation has me sweating already,” you chuckled standing up to pull your cardigan off. 

“Is that a little tattoo I saw there, peaking out of the top of your jeans?” He asked. 

“Yeah, you wanna see?” You unzipped your jeans without waiting for a response and lowered the top of your underwear just enough to show him. 

“ The Playboy bunny, huh? How fitting,” he teased.

“What can I say, it was my first tattoo,” you giggled “Seemed like that’s what everyone was getting at the time.”

“What else you got going on down there?” He lifted his head as if trying to see more. “Is that a landing strip?” He asked referring to the thin dark stripe of short curls just  barely visible above the band of your lowered underwear. “Can I see?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you lowered them further exposing yourself, your inhibition long gone at that point. “This is just how I normally like to groom. I can shave it completely if you prefer?” 

“Nah, it’s perfect,” he smiled. “Well, I think I have a pretty good idea now of what you like and what we’ll be getting ourselves into tomorrow. Do you have any questions or anything else you want me to know, before we end the call?” 

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Shawnie pretty much laid it all out on those forms,” you laughed. 

“That she did!” He produced a chuckle as well. “I meant to ask earlier, but, since she knows so much about your kinks and what not, have you two ever —“

“ No, just best friends, I tend to overshare, I guess.” 

“Yeah it amazes me sometimes, the things women  share with their friends, but yet guys are always the ones who are known to kiss and tell and brag about their conquests. Females can be just as bad, y’all just keep it on the low a little better,” he stated. “Well, I look forward to working with you tomorrow. Take care, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait!” You responded. “Bye.”

“Bye,”

You felt oddly comforted and at ease after the call, no longer a ball of nerves or embarrassment. He made you feel like there was no shame in enjoying the things you did. He was very professional despite the nature of the call; it didn’t feel sleezy or overly salacious; just two consenting adults having a mature conversation about their sexual desires. 

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When you walked out of hair and make-up and onto set, you saw Colson waiting for you on a red leather couch. He was clad in only black dress pants; shirtless — his tattoos on full display. He smiled seductively when he saw you, beckoning you over with a pat to his thighs. You undid your silk robe they had given you and let it slip from your shoulders to the floor, revealing the red lacy set Shawnie had bought you, as you made your way over to him. You suddenly became very aware of all the cameras and other people in the room, as you sat on his lap. Somehow it has slipped your mind that they were all a part of what went into this.

“You get used to it,” he said softly , remembering the way he felt his first time in front of the cameras. “Just pretend they’re not even there— only me and you, okay?” He said brushing a finger along your thigh. “Unless, Shawnie forgot to mention you’re an exhibitionist too, then by all means enjoy them watching us fuck,” he joked, making you laugh. “Don’t forget, if you need me to stop at anytime for any reason, just give me three quick taps,” he demonstrated, tapping your thigh. “Don’t worry about the filming, they can always edit and piece things back together if needed. This is all for you and I want you to enjoy yourself. Oh and happy birthday by the way! It’s today right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“Ok, so we’ll just start the scene with some kissing and light touches, and when I feel you’re ready I’ll signal the camera man, he’ll call action, and then we'll be recording.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded your head. He had made you feel so comfortable and relaxed the last bit of nervousness you chalked up to just being slightly star struck; You never thought in a million years you’d get this opportunity.

“Ready?,” he pressed his forehead to yours, staring directly into your eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up into the most alluring devilish grin. 

“Ready,” you echoed back, biting your lip trying to suppress a needy whine. God you were always such a sucker for his killer eye contact in his films, and now you were the one his eyes were soul fucking. You’re heart pounded with excited anticipation as Colson’s face drew nearer to your own. He lightly held your chin as he pressed his lips to yours, parting them to introduce his tongue. It was a welcome greeting, cut short by the breathy “oh fuck ” that involuntarily slipped from your lips.

“”You good?” He laughed softly, a small puff of air the only thing separating your mouths; your foreheads still touching. 

“More...than good,” you spoke in a short choppy sentence trying to compose yourself. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked against your lips, continuing to kiss you. 

You melted into his kisses— slow and gentle at first,  increasing in intensity as he carried on. When he nipped at your bottom lip with a low groan, you lost all innocence, shifting positions to straddle his lap. You gripped the back of his head, as he kissed you and rolled your hips against him, demanding more. And that’s when he knew … that you were ready.  He quickly signaled to the cameraman with a thumbs up, and “Action” was called. 

His hand slipped down from your chin, settling on the highest part of your neck just under your jaw, his fingers squeezing at your pulse points on either side. Roughly he turned your head to the side with a push of his thumb and his mouth began mauling your neck with an appetite for lust, leaving blooming raspberry patches along the descending path of flesh that lead to your breasts. With one hand he expertly undid the front clasp of your red lace bra and took in the sight of you.

 “Perfect,” he whispered into your flesh with a growl, taking one breast  in each hand as he licked between them, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You slid the silky straps of your lingerie over your shoulders, letting it fall, as he took turns going back and forth between each breast treating each of your nipples to light suction and a pleasurable nibble. You let out a moan at his actions and again rolled your hips in his lap, pressing yourself against the hardening bulge inside his dress pants. “Needy are we?” He teased swiftly  spinning you around so your back was to his chest. He dug his chin into your shoulder peering over it as he snatched up the crotch of your panties roughly, tugging the material up between your lips . You canted your hips up chasing after the friction of the coarse fabric against your clit. “You like that, huh?” He pulled them harsher. 

“Mmmm, yes” you squeaked out, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he growled nipping at your neck. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he shoved the material to the side exposing you, letting his fingers explore your folds as he pleased. “You want my cock right in here huh?” His voice was so gravelly and low as he slipped a finger inside you, only to quickly pull it back out, teasing you. “Taste yourself,” he brought the finger to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, as he slid it further into your mouth, his long fingers slipping down the back of your throat. “Oh, god, yes!” He exclaimed impressed by how you didn’t even gag. “Tell ya what—“ he paused to add a second finger to your mouth, continuing to talk as you sucked “If you can suck my dick as good as that—“   he then pulled them back out of your mouth. “I might just have to fuck you right in here too,” he shoved his spit slicked fingers into your ass.

“Yes, fuck, please!” You whined, wiggling your hips, wanting his fingers deeper.  

“You like that? Huh. You dirty little anal whore!” He grabbed your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned back against him, the fingers of his other hand still moving inside you.

“Yes, yes! I am,” you strained to speak. “Please, please fuck my ass!” You whined impatiently with pleasure. You never heard yourself sound so needy and desperate in your life.

“You sound you pretty when you beg, but you're gonna have to earn it first,” he demanded pulling out his fingers,  leaving you feeling empty. Quickly, you dropped to your knees in front of the couch as Colson got up standing before you. You waited impatiently while Colson unbuckled his belt above you. Once undone he yanked the belt free from the loops with a satisfying ‘whoosh’ that made you pulse between your thighs. You desperately clawed his pants and boxers  down his legs like a feral cat in heat as Colson brought the tip to your mouth, still holding onto his belt in the other. “Open!,” he demanded. “Goooood,” he growled in praise as you did what you were told. You reached up to grab it but ,“no hands!” he smacked them away, and then secured them behind your back with his belt. “Let’s try this again, open!” He spoke harshly. You obliged, opening wide. “Tongue” he barked.  You let it hang from your mouth with anticipation; eager breaths rolling down it like a panting dog eyeing a steak. He teased you, slapping his cock against your tongue before shoving it fully into your mouth. Your eyes prickled with tears as you fought your gag reflex, taking him down your throat. He held your head in place with one hand , the tip of your nose pressed flush against the coarse hair of his pelvis, as he hunched his body forward over yours untying the sides of your G-string. It slipped from your body leaving you completely nude. Colson smacked your ass, then gripped it harshly, making it jiggle for him before finally standing straight up and pulling his hips back to let you come up for air. 

“Huuuuuuhhhh,” you inhaled sharply gasping for breath, letting oxygen penetrate deep into your lungs before Colson stuffed your mouth again. Mascara ran down your hollowed out cheeks as you sucked. You started pulling back out of instinct when you began to gag but Colson held you in place. 

“No, keep it in your mouth,” he instructed condescendingly, looking down at you. “Just a little longer” he promised. You tried your best, Colson letting out a throaty moan every time your raw, used throat constricted around him as he fucked into it. “Mmmgghh,” he groaned, pulling out of your mouth “Goooood girl,” he praised with a smirk, before bending down to give you a sloppy kiss, swapping mouthfuls of saliva. Just as he pulled away he let a long string of collected spit slip from his pursed lips and into your open mouth, where you eagerly accepted it, moaning as you swallowed it down. 

 You let out a breathy “awhhh” as you opened your mouth again, wiggling your tongue enticingly. 

“Such a dirty, fucking whore,” he bent down again and spat directly in your face. He smeared it all over your face with his hand before grabbing you by the neck, pulling you to your feet. “Turn around,” he ordered. You did as he said and Colson undid his belt from around your wrists. Before you even had a chance to soothe your sore wrists with a rub, Colson spun you around and pushed you down onto your back on the couch, your ass teetering on the edge of the red leather cushion. “Spread yourself for me,” he instructed, as he pumped himself. Again you did as you were told; you pulled your legs up, wrapping an arm around each thigh, holding them back as you parted your opening with your fingers.  “God, you’re so fucking wet.” He teased the head of his cock through the glistening mess on display for him. 

“Fuck me,” you said in an inpatient huff, staring into his eyes. 

“Awhhh, yessss,” he groaned out, slack jawed as he sank into you

“Ohhh, shit,” you screamed out , face twisted in pleasure, your eyes slipping shut, at the feeling of him burying himself deep in your cunt.

“Open your eyes. Look at me!” He spoke harshly, cupping your face in his hands as he thrust. You opened your eyes, trying to focus on his, but your vision was  spotted by the intensity of it all. “Feel good?” He pressed his forehead to yours just as he’d done earlier , starring directly into the windows to your soul as he fucked you. You nodded the best you could, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “Words, I want words. Say yes!”

“Yes.. yes,” you responded breathily, biting at your lip.

“Yeah, Mmmghhh, that’s it. Fuck, I like it when you use your words”  he moaned , shifting himself to be more upright. He then spit on the tips of his fingers and brought them to your clit and began rubbing it furiously, his cock still destroying you.

“OH Fuck!” You cried out, wiggling and bucking your hips. 

“You gonna fucking stay still? He roughly grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks. You nodded your head, trying your best to calm your body’s erratic, pleasure driven movements as he thrust. “Words!” He spat, his hand letting go of your face only to connect it to your cheek again with a quick, yet harsh slap.

“Shit! ...Yes!” You corrected yourself once again, Your body was  loving how aggressive he was getting the longer he fucked you and he could tell;  spitting at and striking your face again.

“Turn over!”  He ordered, abruptly pulling out. “Hands on the back of the couch.” He roughly assisted you in turning around , and you placed your hands where instructed. You arched your back and pushed your ass out waiting for him to re enter you from the new position. “This is where you really want it, huh?” He teased his cock over your asshole. 

“Yes!,” you remembered to use your words this time.

“You’re a dirty little fucking anal whore, aren’t you? He asked, he question sounding a lot more like a statement. “Let me hear you said it.” He applied pressure to your hole with the tip, as he yanked back a fist full of your hair.

“I’m a dirty little fucking anal whore!,” you repeated desperately pushing back against him.

“Mmmghh!, That you are!” He confirmed with a groan, snapping hips hips forward, quickly entering you. 

“Uhhhhh, Oh my God!” You exclaimed at the feeling. You never fully understood why you enjoyed anal as much as you did, perhaps it was the pleasurable fullness, the taboo aspect, the fact that you were one of the few woman who were into it, or the way so many men were obsessed with it , and the look on their face when they found out you were more than willing to take it up the ass, but you absolutely loved it, and this time was no different. Every jack hammered thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, especially when Colson reached around to between your legs adding the friction of his fingers to your clit. The sensation of your ass being stuffed combined with his  touch was the perfect recipe for orgasm and you felt it building every time his cock slid in and out. 

“Yeah, cum for me,” he could feel you tightening around him. His words perfectly in sync with the  jolt of pleasure boiling over in your abdomen and ripping through you with vast intensity. A series of explitives and sounds you’ve never heard yourself make, flew from you lips as your body went boneless under Colson. He quickly pulled out, turned you back over and came across your face with a few pumps of his hand. He collapsed to the side of you briefly, before tugging you off the couch and onto your knees. “I’m not done with you just yet,” he spoke out of breath taking his softening dick in his hand. Your eyes lit up, you knew what he was referring too— the only thing on your list of wants he hadn’t included yet. “Say ahhh!”

“Ahhh,” you echoed the request, letting his golden stream fill your mouth, splash off your tongue and dribble down your chin and body. You giggled, piss spilling from your smile as you looked up at him, all your fantasies now fulfilled. 

“Annnd cut!” Called the director. A few stage hands scrambled to bring you both a towel and small refreshments. “Almost done, just gonna get you guys a little cleaned up, rehydrated, let you catch your breath a bit, and then film the little quick, post scene interview. 

“Ok,” you both answered.

Colson tossed his towel over his shoulders and reached out his hand to you “You, good?” He asked with a faint laugh , watching your hand shake as you drank your water.

“Yeah,” you answered letting him pull you up onto the couch. 

“You were amazing,” he said, rubbing your back. He knew the come down from the adrenal rush of scenes could be taxing, especially from rough ones . “You —“

“Ready,” the director interrupted, cutting him short, and immediately pressing record. “So how was it?” the director focused the camera on you first. 

“Oh my god.. mind blowing,” you answered , still out of breath, adjusting your towel. 

“And you?” The director turned the camera to Colson.

“ Absolutely amazing. She was a natural. I’d love to work with her again.”

[eviesmyspiritanimal]

Girls’ Trip Part 3

Summary: Evie, Mal, Uma, Audrey, and Jane go on a road trip to the beach for a three-day weekend. Evie’s driving and has road rage, Uma constantly pesters Audrey, Mal thinks it’s all kind of funny, and Jane’s wide-eyed and lovably clueless as usual. Friendship feels plus Jaudrey, Huma, Jarlos, Bal, as well as Hades and Mal father/daughter feels.

  “Wanna hear a story about a hitchhiker that I heard from some Auradon kid lately?” Uma asked and Audrey eyed her skeptically from her position beside the dark-skinned girl.

  “Maybe? It depends,” Audrey replied. Mal turned in her seat to look at Uma.

  “Go for it. We need something distract us after that fiasco earlier,” Mal told her, settling in to listen to her story. Uma grinned at them all before launching into her tale.

  “So apparently this kid’s dad was on his way to Tangletown and it was pouring down rain,” Uma began, and Evie glanced at her through the rearview mirror as she listened while drove.

  “The dad saw a hitchhiker on the side of the road, so naturally, he felt sorry for the guy and decided to offer him a ride.

  “The dude hopped in quickly, all thankful and that crap, and pulled in a leather zip-up bag with him,” Uma told them, and even Audrey was starting to look a little interested as she lowered her phone ever so slightly.

  “As they drove down the road, the guy was really strangely quiet. The dad couldn’t help but notice how odd he looked with his lanky legs and big hands on boney arms. His eyes bugged out and they had an almost feral look to them,” Uma described, and Audrey sat her phone down as she dedicated her full attention to the story. Jane leaned forward in her seat, watching Uma carefully. Even Evie was glancing into the rearview mirror more often in the midst of her curiosity.

  “The dad suddenly heard an unzipping sound, so he looked over at the guy and saw that he was very slowly unzipping his leather bag.

  “So the dad was like, ‘Yo, man, what’s in your bag?’ The guy immediately tells him, ‘It’s nunya business.’ And so they continue to drive a little bit farther.

  “The guy starts unzipping the bag again and the dad goes, ‘Seriously, what’s in your bag?’ The guy once again tells him, ‘It’s nunya business.’ The dad is starting to get pretty dang mad at this point, and when he hears the guy unzipping his bag a little more, he immediately pulls over and demands that the guy get out of his car,” Uma explained, and everyone in the car had their attention focused solely upon the pirate.

  “Of course, the guy’s all mad and he hops out of the car yelling and complaining and making a big fuss. As soon as he shuts the door, the dad takes off and leaves him there,” Uma narrated. “The dad’s really angry and he just can’t believe the nerve of this guy. He was kind enough to pick him up off the side of the road, and the guy won’t even do him the courtesy of telling him what the heck’s in the bag.

  “But here’s the real kicker- the guy left his leather bag in the car.” Mal’s brow furrowed as she considered this plot development, completely drawn in by the story.

  “The dad sees it’s opened just a little bit, and it dawns on him that he could just open it the rest of the way and figure out exactly what was inside that the guy was so intent on hiding from him,” Uma paused, and everyone felt the tension building.

  “So he pulls over slowly and stops. Then, he reaches over to the bag ever… so… slowly,” Uma narrated with a dead serious expression, mimicking the dad’s movement by reaching over in Jane’s floorboard. Jane followed her hand’s movement, looking in her floorboard as she tried to imagine the scene.

  “And he grabs ahold of the zipper, pulling it open to reveal,” Uma just stopped, and everyone gaped at her and her paused hand in Jane’s floorboard, hanging on the edge of their seats.

  “What’s inside?!” Audrey finally demanded after a few moments of this torturous silence.

  “Definitely a gun,” Evie murmured under her breath with a freaked-out expression on her face.

  After a few beats, Uma spoke again.

  “Nunya business,” Uma deadpanned, and immediately started laughing hard, falling back into her seat. Jane stared at her blankly, baffled by the way the story ended, and Mal turned back around to face the road with an exasperated expression. Evie’s brow furrowed as she considered the end and Audrey slapped her Uma’s leg in her frustration.

  “You can’t end it like that!” Audrey protested, but Uma just kept guffawing.

  “I can’t believe I seriously fell for that,” Mal spoke her thoughts aloud.

  “I really want to know what’s in the bag,” Jane told them, completely puzzled.

  After a few more moments of Audrey growing increasingly upset and Uma still chuckling, Evie decided she needed to divert them all from Uma’s little story.

  “Why don’t we put on some tunes?” Evie suggested, trying to bring a bit of levity to a situation that only Uma found funny. Mal just looked at her with a raise of her eyebrow.

  “Sure. It’s not like there’s anything better to do. I used up my best joke,” Uma told her, clearing her throat as she recovered from her laughing fit.

  “Here, I’ve got a good one,” Audrey offered, reaching forward between Evie and Mal and pushing it in the CD slot.

  Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

  “This crap’s gonna suck.”

  “Shut up, it’s about to get good!” Audrey protested and Mal looked at Evie, thinking she vaguely recognized the tune.

  You know you love me, I know you care   Just shout whenever and I'll be there   You are my love, you are my heart   And we will never, ever, ever be apart

  “Aww, poor girl,” Uma sarcastically commented, and Audrey elbowed her.

  Are we an item? Girl quit playin'   We're just friends, what are you sayin'   Said there's another, look right in my eyes   My first love, broke my heart for the first time

   Mal immediately recognized that irritating high-pitched voice and she narrowed her eyes in dread as Evie suddenly looked way too excited for her liking as she sucked in a breath to sing along.

  “This is a girl, right? Kinda sounded a little bit like a dude with how her voice got deeper in that last line.”

  “It’s a guy!” Audrey shrieked in response, growing angrier by the second.

  “Oh… I guess that explains it,” Uma shrugged, grinning wickedly at the look on Audrey’s face.

  Baby, baby, baby, oh   Like baby, baby, baby, no   Like baby, baby, baby, oh   I thought you'd always be mine (mine)   Baby, baby, baby, oh   Like baby, baby, baby, no   Like baby, baby, baby, ooh

  “I think you’re killing me, me,” Uma sang along, and Audrey scowled at her.

  Oh, for you, I would have done whatever

  “Alrighty, then, and that’s the end of that,” Mal told them, and stopped the CD, pulling it out quickly and handing it back to Audrey. Evie looked at her with a slightly disappointed expression, but she quickly returned to her usual neutral expression that she had throughout the car ride.

  “That’s good music,” Audrey whined, and Uma let out a sharp bark of laughter.

  “I think you need to get your ears examined or something because that’s crap,” Uma unashamedly told her. “That dude needs some testosterone or something, because puberty’s not treating him kindly.”

  “I think he’s dreamy!” Audrey insisted.

  “I think that if you go for idiots like that, I don’t know how you ended up with Jay,” Uma successfully ended the conversation and Audrey simply huffed as she looked out Jane’s window.

  After a few beats of silence, something caught Audrey’s eye in the distance and she squinted, leaning forward a bit as she focused her attention upon it.

  “Hey, there’s a hitchhiker! And he’s got a bag!” Audrey suddenly cried, pointing out the window at a figure far ahead.

  “Revenge is not a good color on you, Princess,” Uma replied without looking, clearly not believing Audrey’s sudden announcement and thinking that she was simply trying to get back at Uma after the joke.

  “No, really! Look!” Audrey pointed again. Bored, Uma shifted her gaze over in the direction Audrey was waving at, and her eyes widened.

  “Well, son of a biscuit-eater,” Uma pronounced as she moved up to look between Mal and Evie. Jane leaned out her window a bit as the man was rapidly approaching.

  “Evie, pull over, I want to see what’s in the bag!” Jane called. But to her chagrin, Evie instead hit the gas as hard as she could and sped by the man on the side of the road.

  “What did you do that for?” Jane disappointedly questioned as she watched the form of the guy behind them.

  “I didn’t want to be the butt of the joke,” Evie hesitantly admitted with a guilty smile, and Mal giggled in response.

  “Personally, I’m glad she didn’t pull over,” Mal spoke up, growing more serious. “He could’ve been dangerous.”

  “You’ve just been corrupted by my hitchhiker story. He could’ve been interesting,” Uma expressed, reclining in her seat and frowning as she dug Audrey’s pink sunglasses from underneath her. She examined them for a moment before putting them on her face curiously.

  “Yeah, like put a gun to your head interesting!” Audrey told them, her brow furrowed concernedly as she pulled Jane so that her head wasn’t hanging out the window anymore.

  “Check out my sick shades, y’all,” Uma suddenly spoke up, pursing her lips in and raising an eyebrow as she tilted her head to the side. Evie just snorted in response, and Mal laughed at Evie’s sudden random noise.

  “Those are mine!” Audrey cried, trying to take them off of Uma’s face. She simply dodged Audrey’s invading hand, looking over at the pink princess.

  “Then why were they sittin’ in my seat?” the pirate sassily questioned.

  “Because they slid into it. Besides, you seriously need to work on your duckface,” Audrey snatched the sunglasses and poised them back upon her own face carefully.

  “The heck’s a duckface?” Uma asked, her mind so stuck on Audrey’s use of modern lingo that she didn’t even attempt to win back the glasses.

  “It’s stupid. Evie does it all the time,” Mal explained, looking over at Evie and noticing that Evie’s lips were pursed as she was driving. “See what I mean?” Mal huffed and Evie quickly relaxed her lips as she gaped at the other four who had begun laughing at her.

  “What?! I’m focused on driving!”

[exquisitley-obsessed]

The Three Women Of Durin - Wanna Bet (5)

MASTERLIST FOR THS STORY

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The girls were awoken by a pair of dwarf’s boot digging into their sides, Rosie grumbled and rolled over away from the boot, Cece lazily sat up and got up whilst Frankie swore something rather extreme under her breath. They looked up to find the prince brothers looking down on them with a look of pure curiosity.

“Um, morning,” Rosie grumbled as she got up and stretched, she then became very very aware that she had stripped down to her undies on her bottom half. After the humming of the dwarves was finished the girls had made their way back into the room with the sofas, curling up under blankets and laying out pillows for them to sleep. If they didn’t think about it too much, it was just like a sleepover. The dwarves, being the gentlemen they are, turned their backs on the girls to give them some privacy. The girls stumbled into their clothes and grabbed their bags, they also stole some of Cece’s mascara and brushed out their hair with their fingers (if you could only glimpse upon the beings of Fili and Kili you would understand why). When they were done they walked past the dwarves to only hear them run and catch up with them.

“Uncle told us to tell you that we will be leaving shortly and that he would like to speak with you before we leave,” Kili smiled at the girls, walking in step with them.

“Well that’s very kind of you,” Frankie yawned, her fingers fiddling with her lion’s mane of hair.

“Uh, your welcome,” He replied smiling broadly. Frankie then responded by giving him an award-winning smile and walking away. Rosie smirked at Frankie’s flirtatious means and the dark tinge that now took place in Kili’s cheeks.

“Brother control yourself,” She heard Fili say who was looking at Kili the way any older brother would. Rosie heard herself let out a small chuckle at the brother’s ways as she and Cece followed in Frankie’s footsteps. They made it outside where they felt the warm morning sun spilling onto them and they smiled at the passing hobbits who were bustling about doing their daily chores. They then glimpsed down at the fourteen ponies and horse which were tied up outside the hobbits home.

“You really couldn’t find a better place to put them,” Cece wondered aloud to no one.

“Where else would we put them lassie?” Bofur, who was passing, asked before moving forward prepping his pony for the journey ahead.

"Francesca, Rossana and Cecilia,” The girls heard the bark behind them, they knew it was Thorin before turning around.

“Please, Thorin, its Frankie, Rosie and Cece,” Rosie sighed, however, she felt that by saying this it was not going to actually change his mind.

“Well, with some thought and a lot of bribery from a wizard. I am going to make a deal with you,” Thorin said, his voice surprisingly…calm. There was a pause.

“Yes?” Cece asked softly.

“You may journey with us until we can find someone who can properly read this map, and when they read the map and it doesn't say something about a door revealing itself in the last light of Durin's day, then you are not to follow us or continue, you are to leave us in peace. If it does...you may journey with us the rest of the way.” He said standing up. “Is that a deal,” He said, the girls looked at each other. They knew they would not read what’s on the map till Rivendell, that was plenty of time to warm up to the company, also they were very sure that what Frankie said was true. Without saying anything they managed to get each other opinions with looks, it was a yes from all of them.

“We accept your offer, Thorin Oakenshield,” Rosie stepped forward and offered her hand for a handshake, Thorin looked at it weirdly then at her. With a defeated sigh, Rosie shoved her hand back by her side.

“Here,” Thorin then said holding out a small brown pouch, Cece held out her hand to take the pouch since she was closest.

“This pouch contains a small amount coins, take it down to the market, you can buy yourself bedrolls and anything else you feel you need. In the next town over we’re going to find you each pony so you don’t need to worry about that right now,” Thorin said before dropping the pouch into the open palm of Cece. The girls nodded and made their way down to the market which they could see over the rolling hill they were currently standing.

The girls arrived at the market and we’re surrounded by a merry bunch of hobbits who smiled and waved cheerily, they could see a few whispering and pointing, probably from the abnormally small size and the way they were dressed. They picked up a few things that they had been advised to and were having quite a chilled and pleasant time until Cece spotted a stand which was selling cloaks.

“Oh, come on guys! We’d be in the real fashion, I mean all the dwarves have capes, why can’t we? It would make us fit in more, stop people asking where we're from” Cece reasoned whilst she stared at a beautiful silver cape.

“Well for one, I’m pretty sure they're cloaks not capes and for two, how the hell are they going to go with what we are wearing right now,” Frankie asked staring and the short girl with the large mass of blonde hair.

“Rosie? What do you think?” Cece suddenly turned to her. Rosie tried to hold a stubborn face and not give in but there was a beautiful vivid blue cloak which had caught her eye.

“It’d be pretty cool to have a cloak,” She said, a grin slipping onto her and Cece’s mouths whilst Frankie simply groaned. They went up to the hobbit merchant and asked them about everything they knew about cloaks, they soaked up the knowledge like sponges and began trying on different ones and twirling around. Trusting each other’s opinions, they bought three capes and made their way back with their treasure tucked safely in their bags. They returned to find the company waiting on them with a very irate leader.

“What took you so long?” Thorin growled when the girls came into view, uptight git.

“Okay, hold on,” Cece said raising a finger, Frankie and Rosie threw each other a look before looking on at what was about to unfold. “Y’all never gave us a time limit and we were just finishing up, okay, we couldn’t have taken more than 15 minutes of your precious time, so turn it down a notch,” Cece said glaring at the King. The king looked taken aback and was just about to respond when a certain grey wizard clambered out the house.

“Okay everyone, let’s go,” He smiled clapping his hands together.

“Since none of you have a pony you’re going to have to share until we reach the next town,” Gandalf said staring around the dwarves who were already on their ponies. “Ah, any volunteers?” He asked. For a second no one put their hand up and the girls felt each other's embarrassment in the bottom of their stomachs, then the prince brothers raised their hands in unison. “Ah, thank you Fili and Kili.”

The three girls stared at each other for a second before turning their heads to Fili and Kili. Two hot princes on ponies and three girls, that’s not going to add up. Before she could move Rosie watched as Frankie and Cece ran over to the princes, grinning at their victory they crawled on the back of the prince’s ponies. As Rosie watched her friends begin a small chat with the princes and couldn't help but notice the scowls Thorin was throwing at his nephews.

“Um…Rosie, ah, anyone else want to volunteer?” Gandalf said looking down at the girl before staring around the company of dwarves. Obviously, it was going to take the dwarves a little more time to warm up to the girls. Slowly and shyly Ori raised his hand as a warm glow crept on his cheeks. Rosie didn’t care for the looks her best friends were showing her, she gave Ori her biggest and best smile, genuinely grateful for his hospitality, she then climbed onto the back of his pony and heard his breath hitch in his throat. Okay, this can go nice or not so nice she thought. Don't get her wrong, Ori was lovely, she just had no intention to fall in love on this journey, not even to pretty princes riding ponies.

The company set off making their way down the hobbit paths before entering a thicket of trees. They were riding for a while and the whole group was talking about this and that when they began making bets on whether the hobbit would show.

"Ori, do you trust me?” She asked smiling at the dwarf in front of her, he paused and then nodded his head. “Good, okay now who do you think will have the most gold?” She asked. It wasn’t too long before Ori pulled up the pony to just about everyone in the group, with all of them she placed the same bet over and over again, eventually, she came up to the prince's horse where they were chatting with her friends.

“Ello ello ello,” She smiled as Ori rode up next to them, his hands gripping the reigns.

“Why hello, my dearest friend,” Frankie smiled sweetly from where she sat behind Fili. “What brings you to these parts of the group?”

“I,” She pulled herself up to her fullest height, “Have come to bet,”

“And what do you bet on?” Fili asked an eyebrow raised.

“I am placing a bet that Bilbo will show, refuse to be placed on a pony and then request that we turn back because he will forget his handkerchief,” Rosie smiled, she could see her friends chuckle slightly and shake their heads whilst the brothers seemed like they just won a gold mine.

“There is no way that’s going to happen,” Kili chuckled like he pitied the girl.

“Try me,” She dared him, a glint appearing in her eyes. He laughed to himself and nodded and so did his brother. They agreed on the bet then they went back to their original place in the group before Ori’s fear set in.

“Um, Miss Rose, I don’t have the money to bet all this,” He said, shyly.

“Oh, don’t worry Ori,” She kept her voice low, “I’m going to make you rich. I’m also going to have a chance to show that I do know what will happen on this journey,” She glanced around the group. She had made the same bet with just about everyone in the group, apart from Thorin and the others who believed Bilbo would show. They kept on going, Rosie having 100% faith in the fact Bilbo would show and do everything she had said he would.

And he did. He chased after them the now signed contract fluttering in the air, she smiled that was part one of her bet, now for parts two and three. And just like she said, he refused to go on a pony and then requested we all stop and turn back because he had forgotten his handkerchief. After Bofur chucked him a strip of material all eyes turned to Rosie who had correctly betted everything. She couldn’t help but smile as multiple pouches of money was chucked towards her including the money of the two princes. She looked down and saw that she had around 10 pouches of money sitting in her lap which she all handed to Ori.

“I’m sorry Miss Rose but I can’t accept this,” Ori sighed as he looked down at the pouches of money in his lap.

“Of course you can,” She smiled at him encouragingly, “And none of this ‘Miss’ or 'Rose' business just call me Rosie,” She said and the continued the way on the path. It wasn’t too long before a prince rode up on either side of her and Ori.

“How did you know that?” They said in unison the same puzzled look on their faces.

“Are you beginning to believe that we know what’s going to happen on this journey,” She asked, smiling before urging Ori too ride on further, the brothers arguing far behind them.

They continued to ride for a good few hours before Rosie found herself talking to someone who wasn’t Ori.

“It’s a shame you lot didn’t buy cloaks this morning,” Balin sighed as the tree branches continued to scrape at the girls’ bare arms. Frankie and Rosie could almost feel Cece swell with pride.

“Well, my dear Balin, we have in fact bought a cloak for each of ourselves,” She said with the largest grin on her face. Balin just looked at her as if she was a little crazy, which to be fair, she little bit was.

“Then put it on lasses, mahal,” He sighed as they continued to travel. Cece happily pulled her silver cloak out of her bag, it caught the light and gleamed, it’s soft texture looking far too appealing. She dramatically swung it around so it flared out and tied it around her neck. Rosie would be lying if she said that the cloak didn't suit her. Cece was wearing her jeans from yesterday and a white sleeveless tee. The cloak seemed to make her skin glow, her grey eyes seemed to shimmer and her blonde hair seemed to look more vibrant where it lay against the pure silver cloak.

Next Frankie pulled out her rich emerald green cloak which again suited her far too well. She was wearing the same outfit from yesterday, black jeans and a black shirt. The cloak’s green hue popped against her dark skin, it was a colour which matched her eyes far too well. Rosie was just thinking of how cloaks should make a major fashion come back when she remembered that she too had a cloak. Diving into her back she pulled out her rich blue cloak now slightly self-conscious it wouldn’t look as good on her as it does on her friends.

However, she dug deep down into her pit of not caring and pulled the cloak around her neck feeling instantly more powerful. They continued their journey until they found a flat piece of land where they would take rest for the night, they set up a roaring fire and each and every one of them began resting in their own weird little ways.

Unfortunately for the girls, the company still hadn’t fully welcomed the girls so they found themselves placing their sleeping rolls the furthest away from the fire, it would be cold but at least they could all cuddle up if they needed to. Soon the company settled down and everyone took rest. The three girls lay on their back wrapped in layers of clothing to keep warm, staring up at the stars.

Maybe this wouldn’t be that bad.

[wish4youff]

04 ~ Gloomy

King 

How could you prepare yourself to celebrate the birth and life of your savior, Jesus Christ, and worship the ground he walks on, for an entire day, when all you could think about was the hell you’ve been through? All the hell you’ve caused on innocent families. There hasn’t been much of a prideful moment in this life. Sure, there’s the achievement plaques, diplomas, awards, and physical growth that your family boosts and praises you about, but what about the deep down ugly truth that no one can handle to know. And if you knew that person, they’re gone now.

To know I have part in that, it breaks my heart. Then, there’s a segment of my mind that knows me well enough to know………I wouldn’t want anything else in the world. My mother always told me as a child that whatever you love to do, it’ll find its way into your life. As either your pride or your biggest regret. I decided to take the easiest way out, making it easy for myself. Easier for others. Caroline Vitale knew what she wanted out of life, and even though that was short-lived, I knew she didn’t regret one attribute of it. And she won’t want that for her son.

Kneeling, I gripped the natural blue colored roses tighter in my hand, staring down at the gray-marbled tile of the tombstone. The words; “Never forget those who fought for your life…” drawing my attention each time, no matter how much I’m here. At the age of thirteen, I didn’t understand those choice of words.

My father hated them, but my grandfather served as the last say so. Neither of them cared to explain to me.

Softly placing them down, my hand lingered for a moment, my eyes and nose burning with emotion as I thought of the years we once shared with another. This woman should’ve been there through thick and thin, cherish me, gave me the light in my darkness, and most importantly loved me; prepping me to love my own wife and protect my own family. Instead, the hate of family killed her soul before she could even leave this earth.

“It seems like every time I come here the weather is horrible, it’s always drizzling, and the clouds are dark and heavy,” Shaking my head, my attention transferred to the sky above me; for a second I wondered if this was my destiny – regardless of my wants and what I believe are my needs. God knows I pray for a change. “It’s been almost a year since I was here and sadly enough nothing has changed. I’m still working under Pop’s demand. Killing and serving. I remember you telling me to be something unique. Take on a new road and be a man of my own light….and yet, here I am. I just hope I didn’t disappoint you too much. You probably tired of me saying that, but….”

25, December 2003.

"I’m heading to Miami after this for a job and I have this heavy gut feeling. Sometimes going to go wrong, I don’t know what, but something. I’m hoping it’s just my mind, but you know how that goes. Stephen says it’s important I go through with it, yet I can’t forget. I hate Miami you know? I hate New York too, I’ve spoken about that before. But Miami? Miami took you away from me. I don’t even speak with our family down there anymore. I rather isolate myself forever than be the topic of pathetic conversations. I still remember your sister’s words the day of your funeral. Maybe she spoke out from a place of hurt, but I would never. Ever do something like that. That amount of pain has caused something damaging inside of me. Me and Ibrahim, my homeboy from Harvard, we were talking about me going to see a therapist. I thought about, but you know how that goes.”

Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I closed my eyes for a brief second, stopping the tears from dropping.

“Sometimes I believe it’s your fault, you know? The reason I can’t allow myself to open up to others like normal people. It’s because you left and now I’m here, stuck to raise myself. Having a military brat, government manic as a fucking father. I remember questioning God, wondering why he left me with Stephen and allowed you to leave me. Half of me knows it was bound to happen. I hid behind my mother to protect me from everything. You knew me like the back of your hand. Even as a teenager I wasn’t allowing myself to know the man who made me. All I knew was he was a heartless person. Now I’m alone, speaking to the spirit of you and praying on an empty wish that you’re listening to your only child.”

Something moved out the corner of my eyes, naturally I kept my attention on the tombstone. I wouldn’t look to see what it was. I’ve always been afraid of the dead. Funny huh? Afraid of the dark even more. I couldn’t sleep without the slightest amount of light. My father would call me a wimp while my mother justified it with normal child behavior. Just to prove to Steepen I was a “man”, I forced myself to sleep without any light, and before long I was numb to; no longer caring.

“Recently I ran into someone from past. Well, a connection of hers. You don’t know her, I don’t talk about her aloud. But Stephen does. Olivia Smith, Chrissie younger sister. The last I seen of her was a young fifteen, maybe sixteen, year old girl who was struggling between letting her sister be happy yet not knowing who she would lean on if her only sibling and love one was gone. Knowing Chris as well as I do, I know the effect she has on people. Knowing if you were around, you’ll have encouraging words for me.”

Standing up, I looked back at the sky. That figure moved again forcing me to see the last person I anticipated here. Stephen, standing a clear distance, but close enough for me to make out who it was. He’s braver than me. I’ll be running from this place if I was him.  

"I love you, ma.” Saying my last words, I stared back at her grave for a few seconds, mentally praying for courage to continue my life, a life she would want me to keep pushing through.

Chrissie 

“I think this color would be perfect for you, Chrissie. Red seems to be in too.”

The sounds of Keyshia Cole’s Love Letter featuring rapper Future played through my Beats Pill XL speaker off the random Pandora station of Olivia’s choice. My humming stopped as my sister held up the hot red polish. Looking down at my nails, I simply shook my head with a slight smirk.

The sound of the oven timer caught my attention pulling me away from the conversation. My sister knows me better than anybody. Nude and baby pinks are my go to colors, always have been. Once inside the kitchen, I grabbed my oven mitts to take out the leftover pizza from the night before. It didn’t take her long to follow behind, grabbing two oversized pans we would use whenever eating pizza. With six slices warmed and hot, Liv separated the food, while I got myself a bottle of Dasani water.

“I mean I need to get a fill, but I’m not trying to be all bold and new. Something simple is fine.” I finally said, adding fuel to the fire she was already burning underneath my behind.

I loved my sister, we had our moments, but we were all we had also, so those tempting moments could never overshadow. Our parents passed away when we were young, Liv was only ten at the time and I was fifteen. I had more understanding and maturity to the situation; helping to open my eyes for her and I, knowing they wouldn’t want us to deter.

Every weekend she’s here. Or either I’m at her house. Never sleepovers because she literally lives five minutes away and unlike myself Olivia has been in a committed relationship for over four years so I try not to take too much of her time away from her fiancé; Travis.  

“Maybe bold and new is what you need though Chris. Switch it up. I already told you to dye your hair.” Relaxing in the couch, I shook my head, picking up a piece of the cheesy goodness.

“Nails is one thing, but hair……no.”

“I did it.” Olivia replied quick, and I should’ve known that would be her response to this.

During her senior year of high school Olivia came to me with the idea of red or either blonde hair; as the supporting sister I am, and only sister I agreed. Mostly because I didn’t believe she would go through with the idea. Our mother was a natural redhead woman, while our father was full on African-American. Liv took more of the red shade, while I was jet black, so there was no reason for a darker shade, in my opinion. Plus, it took over a week for her to actually dye it. When she finally came home with the red hair, I was stunned, relieved, and even happy for her. It looks good. On her.

“I’ll try the nail polish, but that’s it.”

I could already hear her next question.

“When?”

“Next week, Wednesday. Christmas visitors and those last-minute shoppers will have the roads filled so I’ll do it early in the week.”  

“Good because I want to come. Plus, I need to get a few things myself. Travis’ mother and father is coming in for Christmas this year and I wanna make a good impression.”

“Olivia, really? Y’all been together for four years. And you’re a good girl, I’m sure they’ve seen this quality about you. Don’t go out buying unnecessary things and being extra just because his parents are coming into town. They’ll know.”

“Shut up,” Laughing I shrugged my shoulders at her words. “I’ve never stayed in the house with them and they have never been over to our house for no more than a couple hours. They’re staying the night! I have to make a good impression.”

“Again, no you don’t, not now. By now? His mother has read you and knows exactly what kind of woman she’s dealing with, maybe even his father, but surly his mother. From the moment, he started to bring you around, she knew. And more importantly, don’t wait unless last minute to do your shopping. She’ll know that too.”

“You know this how? You’ve never had a long-term mother-in-law. Matter-a-fact, you never had a mother-in-law.”

“This is why.”

After a few seconds, there was no response and I drifted my attention to the television. Over the years, I’ve let myself out there and experimented with relationships. Small dates her, buddies there, but nothing ever too serious. My sister considered therapy and when I asked why, she changed the subject. Part of the reason is my career; other half is time-management.

“You know we never discussed me seeing Kingston that day.”

Yeah, that.

“What’s to talk about? You ran into King. Next topic.”

“Cut the bullshit. I know there has to be some kind of emotion there. And if not, you need to seek some mental help for real,” Snapping my head in Olivia’s direction, she held up her hand, stopping me from protesting. “Because you’re forcing yourself to block out past experiences instead of dealing with them.  I get you two left off on bad blood, what I don’t understand is why you can’t talk about it. Even as your sister, you keep me in the dark. That half of me that wants to keep you happy, knows you know what you’re doing as a woman, but damn. I can tell from how every time his name has come up your entire body language changes.”

“Kingston is……..Kingston. There’s no way to explain it. We were friends,” I started off with.

“And nothing else?”

“No. We were friends. Strictly friends, he wouldn���t even cross that line with me.”

“Why not?” Looking at Olivia, I could only wonder myself.

“Kingston had his way of doing things. He spoke when he wanted to. Interacted when he wanted to. Partied when he wanted to. If the situation didn’t fit his vibe, he didn’t go through. And mind you this was in college. I could only imagine what the man is like now.”

“Well, you know I only know the man you randomly speak about, but he seemed nice that day in the deli. I didn’t notice him at first, but he knew me.  When he said your name, it was like something clicked, making me remember him.”

“Trusts me when I say the man is bad news for me. And vice versa.”

“You’re bad for someone?”

“For him, hell yeah.”

And with that, luckily, she dropped the topic. That was enough for a day.