Dancing is the breath of life, you can dance for joy, sorrow, or anger. What happens when you dance with the right person at the right time?
I'd like to say love...but will it ever be that easy
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{POINT N KILL}
{Episode 6}
Creeping out the back door they both successfully got past the black van seated in the front of the building.
Under her breath she counted to three before signaling for him to run, the cool air gave them wings as they ran.
The chilly wind tickled her thighs outed by her grey shorts, while his tan jacket covered her arms.
Looking at each other a laugh printed on both of their faces; turning the corner she ran down the green stairs clutching her duffel bag close.
He followed behind tightening his black hoodie, the station empty he watched her jump the turnstile and open the side door for him.
"Lawbreaking Yewande, you're better than this" the seriousness in his voice made her snicker.
"Leaving your security behind, you're better than that" she poked at his clothed chest.
"The trains coming in three minutes, let's pray it's empty" Yewande sighed stretching her shoulders and legs; tense from running.
"So where are we going?"
"Does it matter? It's an adventure" Yewande stood close, her brown skin tinted by the yellow dim lights.
Her lips plump and perfect, her eyes soft but deep "An adventure?"
He questioned placing his hands on her hip "Does that mean I get to know more about you?" Yewande's lips curved "Maybe".
His warm breath brushed against her face watching his chest move to catch his breath, she could smell the hints of beer from him.
"Maybe?" Aubrey grinned, deeply from her chest she said "Are you this flirty by nature?" Eyeing the hands on her hips she left his warm palms there.
"Do you call this flirting?" The loud voice announcing the train's short arrival muted her response.
Raising his brows he watched her slick lips move with words he couldn't make out, his eyes gazed at her lips making out the word 'fuck'.
Leaning into her ear "I can't hear you" the depth in his voice made the hairs on the back of her neck stand.
Before she could reiterate her sentence the harsh gush of wind let her know the train had arrived, looking behind her she spotted an empty cart.
Her senses were varied of it but at 2 in the morning the trains were normally empty, stepping into it she checked for anything suspicious before motioning for Aubrey.
Keeping his hood low he stepped onto the cart, sitting in the near corner far from any windows he pulled Yewande into the small space beside him.
"You know I can't fit in here" she groaned pushing him to the far end.
"Then sit somewhere else" Aubrey shrugged his shoulders, raising her brows she slipped into his lap putting her University Blue's in the remaining space.
"You playing a dangerous game" looking over her shoulder Yewande could care less about the words exiting his mouth but the look in his eyes tricked her.
"What kinda game?" She teased, the loud metro interrupted them as tired workers flooded the once empty train cart.
Pulling her deeper into his lap he used her head to cover her, "I knew it" he chuckled close to her head of neatly braided cornrows.
Her mom was strict on braiding her daughter's hair even in her old age, "Shut up" pushing him back into the seat didn't stop his warm fingertips directly touching her hips.
His warm cologne sank into her nose once again, "You would like that would you" Aubrey snickered from behind her.
He used his time wisely taking in her presence "No tattoos huh?"
"You fucking creep" she loudly pushing driving some attention to them.
Covering his mouth she looked at the other passenger with an apologetic smile.
"Can you be quiet for three seconds?" Shaking his head Aubrey disagreed heavily, turning her head for a second he took his chance licking her palm.
"Ewww" quickly she removed her hand rubbing it on his tan pants, "Should've never put your hand there" he shrugged.
"I actually hate you" pouting she turned her back to him; "Aw really" she ignored his attempts to talk to her.
Taking her keychain she took out her AirPods placing both of them in her ears playing low music.
Looking up at the stops she noticed Aubrey being annoying has taken up half the train ride.
A few more stops and they'd be in the construction areas of Brooklyn, broken down buildings, abandoned houses the area was quiet as ever, something Yewande rarely found.
"Are you actually ignoring me?" Aubrey poked at her cheek waiting for a response the only one he got was her turning up the music.
"Yewandeeee" continuously poking her cheek her brown eye never left the small map dotting each train station.
Placing his ears near hers he let the music leak from her earphones, the small melodies of Lucky Daye spilled out as she leaned into him.
Wrapping his arms around her hips he subconsciously joined the silence, the warmth of her skin grazed his fingertips.
Placing his forehead on her shoulder, he waited slowly drifted into a sleep-like state but he could still hear her music and the sounds of the train doors opening and closing every few minutes.
She watched as the train become empty once again, some stared at the two.
The essence of young love but truth be told both of them weren't young nor was there love in the air.
It was a mutual vibe, opening his eyes Aubrey realized she took her AirPods out.
"We're getting off in two stops" she mumbled to Aubrey who nodded without opening his eyes, the warmth on his fingers kept her from freezing over in the cold train cart.
She hadn't even noticed how cold the cart had been on this summer night, her face was hot having him so close inhaling the cheap perfume she had gotten from T.J.Maxx.
Prepping herself for when she got up Yewande popped waiting the seconds for those doors to open. The people were too preoccupied to notice Drake walking right past them.
