Streetlife

26 - The Party

STEF POV

"We stay for an hour then we are out. Ok?" Frank Jr. says to me as I roll my eyes at him for he had become a pain in the ass once again and even more then he had the entire week! He was driving me up a fucking wall and I was two seconds from knocking him out if he didn't stop. I get he didn't wanna be here but I did, and no one told him he had to come as we had just arrived at a motel called the Palace on 42nd street.

"Frank, I thought we talked for christ sake. You're being like Mom and Dad AGAIN. What in the hell is still wrong with you?" I adjust my handbag where I had stuffed my photos from the photoshoot with Julio, and tuck my long blonde hair that fell to my ass behind my ear as I had worn one of the few tank tops I owned with my wonder bra and jeans. I was trying to look somewhat hot for this Warbucks, in some sense and had been looking forward to this party all damm week. Especially after my blowup with Ming and I still planned to go back and talk to her stubborn ass at some point this week.

"Stef, I told you 1000 times he's not a nice guy. And I wasn't letting you come alone to this party. There's...there's not nice people here and it's filled with drugs and stuff." He shuffles from one foot to another as I sigh and pop my bubblegum in his face.

"So you should feel at home with the drugs then?" I sass as he rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. "AND, if you don't like what he does, why the fuck are you friends with him? I mean, c'mon, Frank! I thought once I moved here, we'd be equals and have some fun! WHICH you keep promising that we will have but I have yet to see you have any fun! You just continue to be a constant drag and stick in the mudd!!"

"I'm not friends with Warbucks, ok? How many times can I keep telling you the same thing! Do you listen to anything I say Stef? Anything at all?"

"I heard you Francis. I'm not fucking deaf."

"But I wasn't going to let you come here alone. No way. Over my dead body. And we can have fun I keep telling you. Just...I wish we had different definitions of fun."

"Look, he doesn't seem so bad to me. You can go and I'll stay. I'm an adult and will be just fine, Frankie. I mean, you're killing my vibe here," I spit out my gum in a wrapper and pull out a smoke.

"No way. One hour, Stef. That's how long we stay. One. Fucking. Hour. Then I'll take you somewhere again. I'm off tonight. I promise baby sis." He cracks his knuckles as I roll my eyes again at his empty promises.

"Yeah, yeah, loosen the fuck up." I say knocking on the door. "And stop acting like a fucking controlling asshole. You're not my daddy for fuck's sake, I keep telling YOU that and you don't get it."

"Stef..." He says as the door opens and I step in ignoring my brother who is gently pulling my arm back. He is right in that there are a ton of people as I do spot booze and drugs and see alot of people smoking, dancing and having fun as disco music is blasting in the background. This seemed like my element, all of it for the first damm time all week, as I spot Warbucks walking over to me and he looks just as sexy as he did last week when I met him at the coffee shop in his black pin striped suit and matching fedora. But tonight he wears all black as he gently grabs my hand and kisses it as I smile and blush at him.

"Glad you could come, Miss Model." He tips his hat as I grin and feel all warm inside. Instantly.

"Me too." I say as he gently places his arm around my thin waist and looks right at my brother.

"You can browse around, Frank. Don't worry, I'll take care of your baby sis here." I turn to look at Francis as he almost seems speechless and maybe if I wasn't so irritated at him I'd stay with him. But I was, and I was grown and didn't wanna be told what to do anymore and I was sick to death of how he had treated me all week. I was over it, and him.