That Could Still Be Us.

V

We both stand up from our seats and I motioned Keith that I'm going home.

"Keith, I gotta go" I point at my watch. "It's already... What time is it in your watch?"

"It's just 4:31" he wondered.

"I'm in an advance mode" I laughed because my watch is advance at the exact time.

"I can take you home"

"No! I can---" I paused and take a look at the rain. "But if you insisted, we will" I shrugged and smile at him.

"Let's go?" he asked me with a wink.

"Yeah." I replied. Then he grabs my hand and open his passenger's seat in front. He take my seatbealt on and go to his seat.

We drove into my apartment. We arrived at 5:13 in my apartment, Keith gave me a gaze before we both get out of his Ford mustang. It's not a bad thing for this stud guy. I can't say anything about him, he's a stubborn but good looking guy and very generous. I jumped out of his truck and shut the door behind me.

"Jazz? Are you all alone?" he asked and shove his brown with a blonde hair before he shuts the door behind us.

"Not at all. Goodbye Keith!" I gave him a fist bomb and a big smile.

"Yeah... goodbye!" he saddened as I walk away from him. He's watching and waiting for me before he hop inside his truck.

As I was opening the door, one cat welcomed me with a big poop in front of the door.

"What have you done?" I shouted at the little cute white kitten. I don't know what is this cat doing here doing some poops inside our apartment. Angel came over where I was and gave me super tight hug.

"What's going on?" she said as she get the kitten.

"Well, I'm just wondering how's that kitten get inside our apartment huh?" I said and started to look at the kitchen for the meal tonight.

"This kitten technically was for you. But I'd changed my mind" she grinned and put the cat over the table. I do really love cats, but how do I love this one if it's just gonna give me a job to clean it's poop or any mess around.

"Where do you get that?"

"It doesn't matter. The fact she's gonna be our guard"

"It's not gonna help us"

"Anyways, her name is Nicole. As in Nicole Kidman" she said then shove the hair of Nicole the cat.

"I never ask and I probably don't care! Don't you see she just pooped there" I pointed where her poop was. "You clean that by your own"

"By the way... how's your day and your life to be assistant?" she changed the topic.

"It's great. It's a great day with Keith" I grinned, and took my food inside the fridge.

"Who's Keith? Is that your boyfriend?" she asked then take her seat and lean on it.

"Nope! She's just a friend of mine! You know that I don't ever get boyfriend!" I shouted in her ears which made her to laugh.

"Are you guilty?" she laughs then nudges on me.

"Yeah... and I was thinking about getting married to him one day" I sarcastically said and rolled my eyes to emphasize that I'm mad at her ridiculous question.

"I'm sorry. I know you've never fal in love and you will never fall in love with anyone. I'm sorry" she apologized quickly.

"It's all good. I knew you don't really mean that. Can we just light a drugs!" I suggested, then we sat on the couch poured a little cocaine from the pack on the table. We both start to sniff it and both felt like we're in the air floating like an astronauts.

"I feel good!" I yelled and sniff up some more. We both enjoying what we're doing. Anybody knows what we are and who we are, except from Keith Urban. He doesn't know what I'm doing when I got home and who am I with. But most probably of our neighbors and friends knows me. Even my family background they all know because as I was always saying my family is not with me, my family is angry to me, my family is shit... That's how I described my family to them.

"Is that Keith knows who you are" Angel asked while sniffing but I did not answer her question so I just keep sniffing cocaine.

"We are on a high level? Cocaine? It's more expensive than why we are using before" I said, changing the topic that she just asked earlier.

"Well, it's just a small thing from our friend Vince!" she said stretching her arms to wide and sniff again once up more.

"He's really a friend of ours. We are really fortunate to have him" I forced a smile and continued to sniff.