Let's say that Kylea didn't fall for Bobby, instead, she fell for a certain gentleman. Mr. Sensitivity if you may.
In 1975, Kylea James moves to Boston with her mother, she has the gift of singing and dancing but doesn't think she has the skills. Sh...
A/N:*walks in slowly* Now, I know I haven't updated since... *checks phone* damn, December, but I had to finish my other story and try to make time to re-doing some of my other books. Not to mention that writer's block is a HUGE bitch, so... : ).:
Newark, NJ
July 18, 1992 Bobby and Whitney's wedding
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Today's Bobby and Whitney's wedding, they guys were socializing as I was talking to Alicia while walking down the hall, seeing Tommy banging on the door.
"Bobby, come on, man stop playing," Tommy bangs on the door. "Come on, man, you got everybody out here waiting."
"Hold on, what's going on?" I asked Tommy.
"Bobby locked himself in the bathroom and he ain't coming out," Tommy answers frustrated.
"I'll try," I placed my hand on his shoulder and walked to the door. "Bobby, it's Lea, is everything alright?" I asked after knocking.
I didn't hear a response. "Come on, B, I thought we were tight," I joked but no response. "Bobby, I need to pee," I lied.
"No you don't," He says on the other side of the door.
"Bobby, open the door," I told him. "Please?"
I heard the door click and it opened, I walked in and Bobby slammed it before Tommy could walk in.
Bobby took a seat by the bathtub and drank a bottle of alcohol. "You know that it is completely normal, right?" I asked taking a seat beside him, facing him.
"Locking myself in the bathroom?" He asked glancing at me then looked down.
"Yes, actually, I would've done the same if I was in here alone," I laughed softly, making him chuckle. "But what I mean is, getting nervous before your wedding, that's normal."
"Roni, I don't think I can go through with this," He tells me.
"Why not?" I asked confused.
"Because people see Whitney as this princess, you know what I mean? Or at least that's what they want her to be. Nobody thinks that I deserve her," He explains, my face softens. "I don't know, maybe I don't." He takes another sip of his drink.
