"Man, you have some seriously fucked up views on relationships." My best friend Tracy said to me while, sitting on my bed with her back against my headboard. I was lying across the bottom of my bed and we were currently involved in a debate about relationships and falling in love.
"Well, what exactly do you expect; I'm a stripper and strippers don't fall in love." I said in a duh tone but once I realized what I said, I wished I could take it back.
"Take that back right this minute!" Her eyes narrowed at me until, I could hardly see them
"Oh gosh, I'm sorry I forgot you were a hopeless romantic." I chuckled
"No, Mika I'm just not a Debbie-downer when it comes to relationships like you are." She got off my bed and walked into my bathroom
"I have to pee." I just laughed and shook my head
Maybe, I did have some messed up views on relationships but, it's not like I am not willing to change. I just need some who's gonna show me what love really is. I mean I'm 17 and I'm a stripper, a stripper who works for her father like WTF. My mother is working on becoming an ex-junkie. Plus, my brother is all the way in Iraq millions of miles away, and yeah the war is over. But, they have yet to send him home.
"I'm sorry, I just wish I could set you up with someone." Tracy whispered breaking me out of my thoughts
"It's ok and I know; that's why you're my best friend." I got up and wrapped my arms around her waist. We've been through a lot like, my mom becoming a junkie, her little brother getting killed by a stray bullet, and her mom getting sick with cancer (which thank GOD it's in remission)
"I promise, I won't meddle in your love life." she said smirking, I chuckled
"Yea whatever, get out my house now hunty!" she laughed and kissed my cheek
"Alright see ya tomorrow sweetie." with that she left, leaving me alone in my room. Laying down, I thought about Trey and the fine piece of light caramel he is.
"Would you believe me if I said I'm in love?
Baby, I want you to want me
Would you believe me if I said I'm in love?
Baby, I want ya
And we are, we are, we are
Got me up all night
And we are, we are, we are
All I'm singing' is love songs
And we are, we are, we are
Got me up all night
And we are, we are, we are
She got me
And we are, we are, we are
She got me" My phone and I sung in sync until I realized it was actually ringing. Chuckling, I answer
"Mika, come down here someone is here for you." my mom's voice sounded strange
"OK, are you cool?" I ask while standing in the hallway, in front of my room door
"Yes sweetie, I'm fine just happy. Please hurry" she hung up before I could respond. Nonetheless, I made my way down the stairs.
I got to the living room, and standing there with his arms open to me is my brother.
"OH MY GOD!"I scream and jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. He was home. Here in my living room!
"Hey, lil sis." I couldn't even respond, I just tucked my head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Then, the tears started to flow.
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The Real Her
RomanceMikalynn is a 17 year old stripper Yup you read it right...she's a stripper at 17 & her father is the owner of the strip club. Her father has made her work for him, to "bring extra income into the house." Where's her mom? Well she's sick with a dr...
