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Chapter 38: I'll Be Around

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December 31, 1998

~Tia's P.O.V~

My sweet dreams were interrupted by the sinking of the bed. It was a deep sink that almost made me roll over, then a long arm wrapped around me, resting on the small of my back. My eyes remained closed as I lay on Donald's chest with my hand resting on his chest. He kissed the top of my head, rubbing my back. Once I got comfortable, I realized that he was sweaty.

"Ewww," I turned my body around, facing the direction that was opposite of him.

"How rude. Ewww, what?" Donald asked me as I got comfortable again, trying to sleep.

I waved him off, then began to drift off again. He kissed his teeth, scooting closer to me. So close that his cool breath is directly behind my ear. Donald wrapped his arm around me again, pulling me flush against his body. He began to rub my forearm and kiss my upper arm. His kisses trailed to my neck, to my jaw, then to my cheek. It feels good, but I just need a little bit more sleep.

"Let me sleep," I replied bringing my shoulder to my neck.

"You got to get up though," he whispered in my ear. "Come on, babe. You got to start your day. We got places to be."

"We're on vacation, Donald. What plans?" I asked him tiredly.

"My plans for us. It is New Year's Eve," he whispered directly in my ear. "Babe, wake up."

"Just thirty minutes more?" I asked him.

"It's a quarter to two and we have an appointment somewhere. We're expected," he whispered again. "Please get up."

I turned to him, "Is it really that late?"

"See for yourself," he gestured towards the clock and I fell back onto the pillow. "Just gon' take my word for it, huh?" He chuckled, "took lazy to a whole new level."

"I'm getting up," I murmured.

"I should have opened the-" he got up and I heard his house shoes dragging against the floor, "window," he said as I saw bright red under my eyelids due to the sunlight. "Wake up everybody no more sleepin' in bed," he began to snap his fingers making a beat as he spoke/sang. "No more backward thinkin', time for thinkin' ahead," I opened my eyes to him doing his little two-step.

I sat up, bursting into laughter.

"So I'm funny to you?" He said still dancing and snapping. "Haters are going to hate."

I covered my mouth, shaking my head. I moved to the edge of the bed. "Oh, no. There's no hate coming from me, I'm just amused. Keep going," I motioned a said clapping with his snaps and bobbing my head.

"Mama used to say, "Take your time young man. Don't you rush to get old." Mama used to say, "Take it in your stride." Mama used to say, "Live your life," he said dancing to the Junior song. Donald is also a Junior.

"Wait a minute. How did you change the song when you didn't finish the first one?"

"It's my concert. I do whatever I want. All you got to do is watch and enjoy," he still is dancing.