When I got back home Keith was sitting downstairs in the kitchen with mom, when they saw me walk in they instantly grew silent. "Hey?" I said walking over to the fridge, I pulled out a bottle of vodka and placed it on the counter.
Keith frowned at me, "Drinking so early?" he asked. I shrugged pouring some into the glass, I returned it to the fridge and pulled out some pineapple juice and poured that in too. I swished the glass around and added some ice cubes, taking a drink.
"So I called the staff at your Grands villa in Fiji and they already began getting the villa ready, I booked you all flights for Saturday, and when you decide to come back, give me a call, you have your bank card and Drew has his, if you run out of money, don't even debate asking me, I want you to have the best time of your life, you and my other children".
I smiled at mom, God was I lucky to have her. Then her words sunk beneath the alcohol, Saturday?..
SATURDAY!
I downed the remainder of my drink and ran away to my room, pulling Keith along with me. "What's with the hurry?" he asked as we entered my room, "It's Thursday Black, Saturday morning we fly out, that gives me two days to pack and I need summer clothes" I ranted throwing my hands in the air for dramatic effect.
Keith dropped onto my bed, propping himself up on his elbows, his shirt rose slightly exposing his abs so I had to force myself to look away. "What's wrong with your clothes now?", I huffed and ran my fingers through my hair. "They don't reveal any skin, I have so many long shirts and oversized things that sometimes people mistaken me for a guy, not that I mind".
"But I like them, I don't want some horny creeps staring at your ass or anything else, you're not an object", my heart went into a series of cartwheels and pirouettes at his words. "You sound like Drew, what about the men and women that will stare at your naked chest huh?" I challenged. He frowned like I was a complete idiot, "that's different" was all he said. "Equality Black, ever heard of it?". He threw a pillow at me and I caught it, I dropped it onto the bed and proceeded to pull out every single piece of clothing that fell into the 'Summer category'.
2 hours and a few drinks for me later, I was having a mental breakdown. In front of me were two piles, on one side shirts and on the other bottoms. The piles were miserable if I say so myself. Around 4 shirts and 3 pairs of shorts and some skirts. No dresses.
I groaned and crossed my arms over my chest. Keith nudged me with his foot and I cranked my head in his direction. "Whats the matter spunky?" he asked, "I have no summer clothes" I said. He looked at my miserable excuse for a pile and chucked. "Let's go shopping then", I was shocked for a moment. "You'd go shopping with me?" I asked to make sure I wasn't hearing things again.
He nodded getting off the bed, "Well yeah, if it makes that sour expression go away then I'll do anything, even shopping, also I need to get some stuff too" he explained. I smiled and got up to my legs, I grabbed my converse and put them on. Keith threw on his shirt which he had taken off at some point. How could I have missed that?
We got to my car and Keith walked around to the passenger side. "Oi Black!" I called out to him, he looked up and did that boyish head nod thing that guys do, I tossed him the keys and he caught them frowning. "Take the wheel" I said and his face lit up like a Christmas tree.
Typical male testosterone.
Just as I expected. Keith drove like me, fast and crazy. I had the windows down all the time and the radio on blasting music. I sat back and watched the huge grin on his beautiful face, the sun hit his eyes in just the right place and that childlike grin when he drove just warmed my heart to a thousand degrees. I think seeing the happy side of him made me fall in love a little more.
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Collision Of Keith & Dawn (COMPLETED)
Teen FictionBook 1. [COMPLETED] Collision- A collision is an event in which two or more bodies exert forces on each other for a relatively short time. I'm Dawn Phillips. He's Keith Black. Together we're a fucking mess. *** Party animal and Bad boy of Ridgew...
