SEGUE. Ϟ

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"I'm in love with you," I replied.

I looked into her chocolate brown eyes and smiled. "Oh really? And how long have you been in love with me?" She asked. "Um, I think you were about 14, but I wasn't about to approach you. You were just a little baby." I joked, pinching her cheeks.

"Oh, whatever." She said, rolling her eyes, of course.

"What about you? How long you been in love with me?" I asked, curiously. "Since I was 6..."

18 years?

"Why you never told me?" I asked.

"Because I was always too young. Oh..." She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "... I knew you were the one who was talking to me and kissed me when I was in a coma." My eyes got wide. She did remember.

"You remembered!" I exclaimed. "I may have forgotten a lot but I remembered you. I remembered you at the party in '87. I saw you at the event at Flamingo. I remembered when you saved my life. And I'm always thanking God that you did that." I kissed her forehead and held her in my arms.

"I love you," I whispered, not wanting the moment to end.

"You still haven't said the words I've been waiting for." She whispered.

"Will you be my wife?" I asked. I could feel her smile. "Sure, but can I be your girlfriend first?"

"Yes. But if anyone asks, I'm your husband. Got it?"

"Yes." She pecked my lips and buried her face in my neck.

"So, you think you're grown, huh? Bringing these little girls over here and shit? You know what? Get out. Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house!" He growled. I had jumped a bit when his voice raised.

"But dad-"

"No. I don't want to hear it. You're grown, right? Get out of my house."

I knew that there was no use in arguing with him. I started packing and soon, I was walking through Minneapolis, walking to, my best friend, André's house. I knocked on the door and waited. I had tears rolling down my face. I didn't know if I was angry or sad. I know, for one thing, I was embarrassed.

When the door opened, I saw André. "What's wrong?" He asked. "I got kicked out the house, man."

"Well, you can stay here. You know my mom loves you." He said, pulling me into the house.

"Mom! Prince got kicked out so he'll be staying here, okay!"

His mom came from the kitchen and looked at me. "That's okay. Cheer up. I have some spaghetti for you."

"With orange juice?" I cracked a smile.

"Yes, with orange juice." She laughed.

"What you thinking about?" Dréa asked. "The day I got kicked out and moved in with André," I said.

She stroked my face and smiled.

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When we got back to Paisley, the house was quiet. Everyone must still be out. "There's a note on the fridge."

Sorry for the short visit, P. I have to go to New York for some business. Tionne has to link back up with TLC to deal with some things and Antoine is going with her. So, that just leaves you and my cousin. Take care of her, P.

- André & friends

"Seems like it's just me and you, boo." I smiled.

I decided to take her to First Avenue for a private show. "Have you ever made love to an instrument?" I asked.

"No. Have you?" I smirked and grabbed my guitar.

(A/N: y'all can watch the whole thing if you want but the specific visual starts at 11:49)

I made sure I made eye contact with her. I could tell she felt some type of way.

After my private performance, I went over to her and sat down. "How'd you like it?"

"Hmm..." She could barely talk so I knew I was doing something right.

"Be a good girl and I'll give you some head," I whispered in her ear before going back to the stage to play the drums.

"You're a nasty boy, you know." She finally said.

"I know, but are you a nasty girl?"

She got up and walked over to me. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me, baby." She whispered as she grabbed my stuff. I groaned and looked up at her. "I better be the only bitch on this, k?" She said, grabbing it tighter.

"Okay." I whimpered.

"Good." She sat on my lap and took the drumsticks away from me. "I did the drums on Revue 85 and worked with Morris for some time." She said as she started playing a piece of Dirty Mind.

I sang the lyrics and wrapped my arms around her waist, hands on her upper thighs.

"In my daddy's car,
It's you I really want to drive,
But you never go too far,
I may not be your kind of man,
I may not be your style,
But honey, all I want to do,
Is just love you for a little while."

It took all the strength in my body to not take her down right then and there.

-

After a sex-driven jam session, we went back home and I was about to run upstairs until she grabbed me by my pants.

"And where do you think you're going?"