My One And Only (Daubree)

Yeah, Just Crash The Party.

She kicks her leg with grace, then thrusting back into the air, putting her butt into a twerk. She turns her head to face her friends, who give her a look of approval and polite applause.

"Congratulations Aubree, you have officially gone from Twerkee, to Twerker."
Autumn says, placing a hand on Aubrees shoulder. She rolls her eyes at Autumn before sitting down onto the carpet. She lets out a breath.

"That stuff is hard y'a know."
She says, still catching her breath from the hard workout.

"Easy when you do it 24 times a day, after that the road goes smooth."
Anthony calls from the other side of Aubrees room. She turns around to see him playing with the radio. It buzzes an awful static noise as he messes with the buttons.

"Yeah well that's you."
Aubree spits. Anthony shrugs it off, going back to playing with the buttons.

"Oh my gosh- who is that!"
Autumn exclaims with a sly smile, looking out Aubrees window. Aubrees face goes pale as she remembers her 'meeting' she had planned for tonight.

"Huh? Who?"
She panics, trying to play it off like she doesn't know.

"That guy."
Autumn says, pointing outside to the waving man in the front lawn. Autumn waves back.
"He's tall, side sweep looking hair. And.. oh! Here he comes!"

"NO!"
Aubree exclaims, running over to the window and locking it. She shuts her blinds for good measure. Suddenly, Anthony finally finds something he considers good on the radio.

"Ah, you hear that? That's good stuff."
He says, dancing along to the beginning of "I am The Walrus". Aubree shakes her head and looks down in disappointment. 'Not this again.' She mumbles to herself. Although as much as she hates it, she can't help feeling happy for her friend so happy in his 'Beatlemania'.
Aubree then decides she should check if 'he's' still outside, she cannot risk her friends knowing that she's the cause of a 41 year old man's affair. She walks over to her window, making sure her friends are still distracted with "goo goo g'joob".

She cracks the blinds to see two big blue eyes starting back at her. They squint happily, then follow by a very, very loud tapping against the glass, which unfortunately grabs the attention of her two best mates. (British slang term for friends, buddies, amigos, besties, brothers, sisters.)

"What's that?"
Autumn asks.
Anthony turns down his music, disappointed that he doesn't get to finish the song, yet intrigued with the noise.

"Yeah what's that jibber jabber comin from the window?"
Autumn and Anthony both exchange a look before dashing to the window. Anthony holds back Aubree not letting her get to it, as autumn laughs unlocking it. A tall man comes flying in, waving his hands around before he falls onto the floor with a bang.

He sits up and rubs his head, groaning at the new ache. He then looks up, meeting eyes with Aubree.
"Oh! Hello honey! I know I'm a bit early but-"
Aubree puts a finger to his lips and laughs an awkward chuckle.

"Sir, I don't have a clue who you are, you must be lost! I-I-"
She stumbles over her words.
The man politely removes her finger with a confused expression on his face.

"But Aubree, you texted me at 12 this afternoon asking me if I could come over and 'creme the pie'"
He says, putting up quotes with his fingers.
Autumn let's out a giggle then puts a hand to her mouth and blows, recreating the perfect sound of a fart. Anthony then begins to chuckle too.
Aubree turns red with embarrassment.

"SIR! I do not have a CLUE, what you are talking about. YOU SIR need some severe therapy! And may I let'chu know that I am in fact a minor and that I would NEVER say such absurd things to an obvious old man like yourself."
Aubree says, pointing her finger down at him. He laughs.

"That's a good one hun! But I have the texts!"
He says taking his phone out of his pocket.
Autumn and Anthony exchange a look and look over the man's shoulder, excited.
He clears his throat and begins to read.

"Dal baby, I need you so bad. You said, to which I replied, when are you available, to which you said, come over at 11. And if I'm correct, I believe it's 11"
The man, 'Dal', says.
Aubree throws a hand over her forehead.

"Okay well, that was before I knew I was gonna invite my friends over."
She groans in frustration.
Autumns jaw drops.

"AUBREE!"
She exclaims.

"WHAT?!"
Aubree yells back, throwing her hands up.

"YOU'RE DATING A 41 YEAR OLD MAN!"

"Well, technically we're not officially dating or anything-"
Aubree tries.

"THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY BETTER!"
Autumn says, concerned with her friends new hobby.

"I thought- I thought it was all a joke."
Anthony chimes in, suddenly quiet. Speechless at the reveal of his best friends dirty, dirty secret.

"Oh can it pip-squeak! Go do stupid shit and leave me alone."
Aubree spits. Anthony nods a sad nod and goes back to the radio, crouching down trying to make himself so small, then pushing the buttons over and over. He begins to gently weep as he lies in a ball next to the static screaming machine.

"LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE NOW! YOU'VE MADE THE POOR KID CRY!"
Autumn screams, pointing to Anthony.

"Guys, guys! Please! Leave her alone! I didn't mean to cause any issues. I'll just leave if it's such a big deal. I'll see you later hun."
'Dal' leans down and places a gentle kiss onto Aubrees lips, he pulls away smacking them.
"You taste.."
He begins, trying to pinpoint the flavor.
"Fruity.. like-"
He licks his lips again.
"Straw-nana"

Aubree let's out a loud gasp before covering her mouth, beginning to cry.
"H-hubby, w-what do you mean?"
Aubree asks.

"You taste sweet! I'll see you later sweetie-pie."
Dal chimes, he waves before jumping out the window. Luckily just as Dal hops out, Aubree's mother walks in.

"What was all that ruckus now?"
She asks, Aubree looks at her with shock.

"I-it was nothing mother! I swear. Just the ol rascals jumpin around the bungalow is all. You know ma? You were young once too! You must understand!"
Aubree says.

"I see, well, keep it down kids."
And with that, she leaves.