Something To Dance For (A Mindless Behavior Fanfiction)

"Beep! Beep!" the shrill cry of my phone's alarm noisily awakes me. I pry my eyes open to see that I have a text. [Buenos dias, Hermosa <3. You know what today is?] I smile at my phone & text back. [Good morning, Papi. And duh.] Suddenly, the screen fades, and Jacob is calling. "Hola, Mami," my boyfriend's deep voice greets me. "Jake, it's 5:30 in the morning. Why are you calling?" I sit up in bed, as he lets out a frustrated sigh."Because, baby," he started," you have to be ready for the tour bus in 30 minutes!" I smiled at that thought. I get to spend 6 months with my amazing, gorgeous, superstar, gorgeous boyfriend. AND dance. My life right now is perfect. My boyfriend is Princeton from Mindless Behavior. "I know, Dummy," I scoff, rolling my eyes. "Let me call you back, so I can get ready. Okay?" On the other side, I hear rustling, and assume he's just getting out of bed, too. "Okay, I love you."

"Love you too." After the click signalling the call has ended is audible, I throw my phone on the mint green bed set, and head to my closet. I slip on some fold over yogas, a sports bra, and Jacob's Nirvana sweater. I then step into some Nike tennis shoes that match his sweater. I throw my long ebony hair into a messy bun on the top of my head, and put a headband on. For the finishing touch, I put on my glasses. Blah, this is as good as its geeting. "Sam," I call, going into my step-sister's room. I flip on the lightswitch. "Do I look presentable for my boyfraand?" I drawl, gesturing to my attire. I raise a questioning eyebrow as she glares at me. "How do you still manage to look cute, even when you don't try? If you weren't my sister, I would hate you." I roll my eyes, as she dramatically huffs & crosses her arms over her chest. "I guess its a model thing?" I say, sound more like a question than a statement. Yeah, I model. But I make it my life's goal NOT to be like those stuck up, high & mighty ones. Oh, no. Most importantly I'm a dancer. Thats my main excuse for going on this trip. My mom didn't like the idea of me living with four hormone-crazed boys, but when I assured her that Keisha & Walter would be there, she let up. "Scar, the boys are here," I hear my mother bitterly announce. I glance at Sam who is wiggling her eyebrows. "SEND THEM UP," I yell back, in return. "So, you, Princeton. Six months. Tour bus. Together." I roll my eyes at her. "I'm not going to do anything," I scoff, fixing the sweater. "I trust you," she reasons," but have you seen the way that boy dances on stage?! He's sexually frustrated," she cries throwing her hands up. I snicker as the door bursts open, revealing none other than Jacob. "Jake!" I squeal, running towards him. He takes off his shades, looks me up & down, and licks his lips. "Hola, Mami," he says wrapping his arms around my waist. "Hey Sam," he chirps politely.

"Sup Perez. Watch the hands," she commands, referring to his hand dangerously low on my back. His smirk widens as he begins to grind on me, and grabs my butt. Sam rolls her eyes, in return. As Roc, Ray, and Prod walk in, he keeps going. "Example A," Sam states flatly. I giggle in return, when Jacob comes to a halt. "Excuuuuuse me," he asks, swivelling his head like a black girl, " what is she talking about?" I bite my lip, and silently shake my head. I smile when he pins me against a wall, with my hands up. "You better tell me, or else," he whispers in my ear.

"Um, did we miss something," Roc asks awkwardly scratching his head, when he sees us.

"Nope, just same old, sexually frustrated Princeton," Sam mutters.

"EXCUSE YOU, YOUNG LADY," my mother screams, walking in. I look down to see the position Jacob & I are in, and immediately know that I'm in big trouble. Upon seeing my mom, Jacob quickly drops my arms, and hides behind Ray. "H-hello, Mrs. Peters-Reese," he stutters.

"DON'T YOU 'HELLO' ME, YOUNG MAN. I SAW YOU TRYING TO IMPREGNATE MY DAUGHTER," she hisses, pointing an accusational finger at Jacob. "Shit," he mumbles, running a hand through his curls. I glance around the tension-filled room, to see Roc, Ray, and Prod awkwardly making small talk with Sam. I smirk when I see her hair that looked like she stuck her head in an electrical socket. "WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE, YOUNG MAN," my mother continues to rant.

"Sorry ma'am," he mumbles when Keisha & Walter come in. "Party in Sam's room," Walter jokes fist pumping. "Did I interrupt something," he questions, aware of the tensional atmosphere. "YOUR LITTLE SUPERSTAR JUST TRIED TO 'WHIP OUT THE D' ON MY DAUGHTER!" I cringe internally as I hear my mom use the crude sexual term. "What," Walter asks, suppressing his laughter.

"HE TRIED TO RAPE HER, FOR GOODNESS SAKE!" Everyone gets quiet, and suddenly Walter breaks out into a grin, "Its not raped if she liked it, and she looks pretty damn happy to me!" Lord have mercy on my soul. "Well, we better be on our way," Keisha slurs, dragging us out before my mother can object any further. I just know this isn't going to be good. |

Whuddup, y'all? Okay, so I'm new.. You can prolly tell . But, if you're reading this could you possibly tell your other watty friends about it? It would be much appreciated. Cuz yanno, tha struggle is too real outchea, maan . I only have two followers. Can I get a ten? *Pastor Voice* AMENN! Mkay, welp vote ( of your own free will!) or comment :) Peace y'all!