They say opposites attract, but is it really true? And when you meet the one you've been waiting for, is it just rainbows and sunshine from there on? NO.
But 18 year old Alonzo would like to think so. Alonzo has his whole life ahead of him, college...
I was thankful. So thankful that I had somebody like Ray to help me. I had never knew somebody to treat me this way. To make my happiness a priority, no matter how much I'd rather put everyone else's before mine. He did all he could in his power to protect me, to please me, and for that I was thankful.
I knew later on I'd regret defying my father. I knew he always got his way. I just prayed that everything would go well. But who was I kidding? Eventually I'd have to go back and deal with his wrath. But I prayed that it's be later rather then sooner.
"Hey," Ray's hand pushing me over grabs my attention, "Stop thinking so much, everything gon be allright."
I hope so.
I look out the window for the rest of the car ride and enjoy the comfortable silence between the 2 of us.
"Ain't nothing like a country boy, dirty slang-"
"Wanna take you home, teach you some things. When you gon finish this song? He finishes, looking over at me.
I didn't really know, I hadn't had much time to finish writing and it still appeared to be missing something.
"I need help finishing it, I don't know what's missing." I answer honestly, looking over at him drive.
"Sing some for me." He demands and a questioning look covers my face. "Just do it." He pushes a and I begin to sing some for him.
"Ain't nothing like them country boys, dirty slang I wanna take you home, teach you some things Don't want no pretty guy, that ain't my type I want a downtown boy like youuu." I sing and look over at him, "What you think?"
He's nodding his head and looks deep in thought. "I think I got something." I look over in shock and wait for him to go. I had never heard him rap before.
"Yeah, and look, he say he want a young nigga Yeah, foreign shit for my bottom bitch cause my bag right, damn, He pour the forth, we still leaning from last night. Look, fuck lose my boo rock jays We don't never play heart games this shit real for him, it's a drill and Damn I messed up!!" He exclaims at the end, I was impressed, he got all that off the top so he deserved some praise for that.
"That sounded nice, I never heard you rap before." I announce.
"We should go to the studio." He offers, looking over in my direction.
"Yea, let's go." I respond and smile since we're going to the studio, I like going to the studio, it was fun and we always enjoyed our time.
I turned up the radio to listen to some music and Kiss it Better by Rihanna comes on. This was my jam, and not to mention how I was just saying that to Ray was able to kiss it better every time we kissed.
"Man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy Take it on back boy, take it back all night Just take it on back, take it on back Mmm, do what you gotta do, keep me up all night Hurting vibe, man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye!" We sing loudly with the speakers blaring and I giggle to myself.
Saint's POV (ALONZO'S DAD)
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