Collision Of Keith & Dawn (COMPLETED)

Chapter 12

It's been two days since I saw anyone. After leaving my "acquaintances" house, I buried myself inside my house. No, I'm not depressed. Or I don't think so at least, don't you ever have a day when you just want to stay home and ignore the world? Let it pass by and just watch.

Maybe that's just me.

I was lounging downstairs, wearing my pj's while watching old episodes of Spongebob. Munching away on peanuts because I like salty things in my mouth...

Haha just kidding.

Mom was out, Drew was out so I had the whole villa to myself. I could totally buy on my roller blades and skate around the house. Maybe crash into some expensive vases here and there and give father a surprise for when he gets home. That actually sounds like a great idea.

I ran up to my bedroom, dug into the depths of my closet and pulled out my roller blades. Taking them downstairs, I shoved my feet into them and on wobbly feet, I stood up.

"Okay Dawn, It's been a while but you can do this" I said to myself. "Yeah I got this shit" I replied, yes this is what happens when I stay home too long. I talk to myself, I took a deep breath in and started skating. Skating was like riding a bike, you can never forget it.

I did a few spins here and there as I glided gracefully across the panel floor. I accidentally slipped my footing and crashed into one of the cabinets along the wall, smashing a porcelain vase. I gasped, staring wide eyed at the mess I made.

"Oh shit Dawn, father's going to kill you" I screeched at myself. Then after I remembered this was the plan all along, I laughed. I skidded away to the stereo that stood on another cabinet. Two huge speakers stood connected beside it. I switched it on and the music blasted through, making vibrations pass through my body.

I swayed to the beat of the music, singing along from the top of my lungs. I skid back down the hall, where the front door stood. I heard a loud knock over the loud music. I raced towards it, wanting to see who decided to bother me today.

Unexpectedly the door swung open and I being the clumsy shit I am. Slipped and flew forward, landing into the strangers arms. They latched onto my waist, steadying me. My body tingled, and when I finally looked up and met the Caribbean eyes. I was quite speechless.

Keith stared at me, curiosity and confusion pooling in the depths of his eyes. I smiled sweetly.

"Eyy Black, what's up?" I managed to squeak out. I tried to ignore the burning sensation his hands were leaving on my hips. Once again, I didn't know why. I guess I was a stupid when it came to things like this. I wasn't in a sexual mood, I knew that. I took care of it already.

"What on earth are you doing Phillips?" he asked, his mouth lifted into a cocky smirk. "What does it look like I'm doing?" I replied. I mean does it look like I'm doing anything else but skating and tying to smash my father's shit. Keith looked down at my feet, and chuckled to himself.

"Only you" he murmured, "What?" I asked even though I knew what he said very well. He shook his head, "I didn't say anything", "Oh, never mind then I thought you had" I lied. If he wants to play stupid, I'll play stupid. All this time his hands were on my waist, I looked down and cleared my throat. He followed my gaze, and quickly. As if my body suddenly burnt him too, he removed his hands.

Keith stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I wanted to see if you were okay, No one seemed to have heard from you in a while" he explained. "Ahh so you care" I mumbled spinning around and making my way to the couch. He followed in tow, shutting the door behind him. I dropped onto the couch, legs raised and stretched to unfasten my skates. Completely forgetting my attire consisted of a vest and shorts that were extremely short and had completely exposed my butt cheeks.