.May 2, 1993.
Camille sat in the passenger seat of Ren's car as he rode down an unfamiliar street. She knew they were in Calabasas, but she couldn't seem to figure out why.
Far as she knew, they didn't know anyone on that side of town. She was just about to open her mouth to say something, until Ren pulled into the driveway of a mansion like house.
She furrowed her eyebrows as she leaned forward in her seat to look at the house.
"Baby, you want to come in here with me or do you want to stay in the car?" Ren asked, as he removed his seatbelt.
Camille folded her arms and sat back in her seat, "oh I'm coming in, but who's house is this?" she asked.
Ren sucked his teeth, "you asking too many questions, now either you go'n come inside with me or you can stay your ass in the car." he demanded.
Camille eyed Ren for like a quick second before rolling her eyes, "whatever motherfucker don't tell me what I better do, you ain't my damn daddy," she said smartly, before stepping out of the car.
Ren sighed in frustration, he should've kept his mouth shut, because now he done got Camille started.
After pulling his keys out of the ignition, he climbed out of the car, making his way over to Camille, who had her arms folded in an attitude.
He tried wrapping his arm around her shoulder to kiss her, but she pushed him away, "uh uh! Stay your ass over there!"
"Come on baby, why you tripping? Stop playing and give me a kiss," Ren teased, as he grabbed Camille from behind.
"No Ren! Come on now! You better move!"
"What you go'n do if I don't?" he asked, not once breaking his grasp.
"I got a switchblade in my jeans pocket, keep touching me and you will find out just what I'm going to do."
Ren laughed, "why you so damn crazy?"
"Because you keep fucking with me," Camille replied, with a disgusted look plastered on her face.
"How? All I asked for is a damn kiss! You can't give me that?"
Camille leaned back to glare at Ren, but the goofy smile on his face made her give in and she finally leaned in to kiss him. She squealed when she felt him try to stick his tongue in her mouth, "Ren! You so damn nasty!"
Ren laughed, "you should've listened."
Camille sucked her teeth and frowned, "shut up! I'm going to call your mama and tell her you're trying to make a baby on these people doorstep," she teased, sticking out her tongue.
"So what? She been wanting me to give her some grandkids anyway so," Ren fired back, sticking his tongue back out at Camille.
Camille grimaced, "don't ever do that again."
"Whatever," Ren leaned forward to ring the doorbell.
Camille twisted her lips to the side, "so are you going to tell me who's house this is?"
