Want You

The Proposition: Part 2

When I came home, I found Zendaya hunched over the couch with the money in her hands. She looked different from this morning. Her hair hung in two long, cornrolls instead of the natural curls I loved. She was dressed in a black and red plaid shirt, ripped jeans and high-tops. It had been a long time since I saw the tom-boy, chic look.

"Hey," I said.

She looked up at me and furrowed her eyebrows. "Hi . . ." She looked away and continued counting the money.

She must've been upset. I took a seat next to her on the couch and said, "Okay, look, I know we had an agreement. I take the money after I offer . . . . you know."

Zendaya turned and looked at me with weary look on her face. She suddenly scooted away from me.

I stared at her, confused. What the hell was her problem? She was acting so strange. "But what I'm trying to say, is that I can't accept this from you."

She stared at me and gave the up and down look. "Okay, whatever. I'll take it," she said. Zendaya tucked the money into her pants pocket and turned on the television. She leaned back onto the couch without one word.

"Your not mad?" I asked.

"Mad about what, babe?" I heard someone say from behind me. I turned in surprise and watched as another woman, with similar features as Zendaya, leaned down and kissed me. She was dressed in a floral red dress and white flops, her usual. I looked between the two women more confused than terrified. I knew she had an older sister but I didn't know they were identical.

"Oh baby this is my friend from onset," Zendaya introduced. "This is Melissa."

I took another look at the dopple-ganger. A light-bulb went off. "Oh, aint she from that one eposide-double-crossed part 3-on K.C undercover?"

Zendaya nodded with a grin. She had something planned for me, I just knew it.

I looked back at her again in shock. "So you're real . . . I mean, you actually had the surgery done?"

Melissa glanced over at me and rolled her eyes. "Yes, I did. It wasn't exactly my choice. That freak used to be my husband."

"Your husband?" I asked.

"Yes, that's what I said," Melissa snapped.

"Melissa, gurl, chill," Zendaya said.

Melissa rolled her eyes again before getting up to walk away. "So annoying. Where the hell is Brett? He should've been here by now."

Brett? I thought. The guy that played the super-spy of the year?

"He just called, said he had to stop somewhere real quick," Zendaya called. She turned back to me and shook her head.

"Is she really that old china man's wife?"

Zendaya nodded. "She divorced him after he revealed his obsession with me. After he reconstructed Melissa's face to look like mine, he realized that wasn't enough. So he revealed his plan to kidnap and marry me. Now he's in jail, getting rehabilited. Lost privileges to all utensils and his laboratory, everything."

"So Brett is . . ."

"No," Zendaya said, shaking her head and laughing. "It's not even like that. They're not related, at all. He's just her boyfriend."

"Oh," I said. "But she's eighteen right?"

"Yea," Zendaya said. "Well, technically, she's older but her husband implanted a chip in her brain that stops her from aging. She's been eighteen since I don't know when."