𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬

16. This is how we do it

March 20th 1989

"Th...this is funny to you?"

"No...no im not laughing at you!" Ronnie said in between laughs.

"You're an evil son of a bitch you know that?"

He wiped a tear from his eye "Who dreams about shit like that?"

"Ronald." I whined. It wasn't funny I don't think I've ever been so traumatized. This is worse than when Mary said me and Isaac slept together...no no that was worse.

"Im sorry man I can't help it."

"Try! This is serious Ronnie! I feel like ive been taken advantage of!"

"In a dream? You are so dramatic."

I gasped "this is NOT dramatic! I literally had an image of him touching me! Oh oh my God I think im gonna throw up." I started gagging.

"Why are we gagging?"

I turned to see Prince. Ronnie did nothing but laugh more while I tried to force a smile.

"Oh...no...no reason. How was your day?"

He raised an eyebrow "is she okay?"

"Oh she's good man."

I snapped my finger "Ronnie. Leave."

He mocked me silently. "Ill see you at the party man." Once he left I collected myself and looked at him. "What are youuu doing here?"

"I wanna do somethin'"

"Mm like what?"

He shrugged "youll see...but uh first im gone need you to change."

I looked down at my outfit "what's wrong with what I have on?"

"It looks a mess." Oh the balls on this one.

"Baby its jeans-"

"Exactly. Go change."

"But-"

"Lauren im not gonna tell you again."

I opened my mouth slightly in shock. "Fine."

"Put a little makeup and do your hair!"

I stopped midway up the stairs and looked at him. I had to breathe so I didn't end up fucking him up.

Once I was finished I stood in front of him and he looked me up and down "heels?"

"You didn't specify-"

"You should already know."

I eyed him and went back upstairs picking out a black pair of heels. I walked downstairs and then slipped them on.

"Better?" I said putting my hand on my hip.

He smiled "much better. Here put this on."