TECHNO (A Roc Royal Story) [E D I T I N G]

Chapter 19 | I Promise that it Ain't Too Much; Just a Kiss

 Dylan:

“Just a kiss

Just a ki – iss

Just a kiss

I promise that it ain’t too much

Nooo.” I hummed as I breezed into the hotel room. When I walked in, all the girls’ heads popped up and they silenced.

“What’s up beautiful ladies?”

 They all smiled, “Yo Dyl.”

 “Where’s Roc? He texted me to come. . .”

 “In here!” Roc called from behind the closed door.

 I saluted the girls and walked over to the door. Before I could even twist the doorknob, Roc grabbed me and pulled me in. “Whoaaa dere, Roc. What’s urgent, bro?” I kicked off my sneakers, but looked down as soon as I did. “Why’s the floor wet?!”

“First,” He eyed the door before continuing, “Ariel asked me when I’m going to tell the fans about us, ya know, going out. Second, I spit water all over the floor when she asked.”

I leaped to a dry spot and took my socks off. “Y’all go out?”

“Yup.” He smiled like he won a championship.

Dang, I was kind of feeling her. I always had a little crush on her and would stare from across the church when I wasn’t sleeping, of course. Actually, I only fell asleep twice, but then I got labeled as the sleeper. Childhood nicknames kind of stick, you know?

“Ayeee, that’s wassup.”

I lied right to his face; I don’t want to have to do that.

“Anyway, what should I do???” He began pacing.

This could be my only chance to mess their relationship up. Should I? Or should I respect our friendship? I don’t want to lose Roc, but Ariel’s like . . . WOW, baby, marry me?

 Ariel's POV:

 “I’m still pretty shocked I met Dylan Allen even though it’s been a few hours.” Ama said in awe.

 “Why? He’s just a singer.” Nia asked, puzzled.

 Chyna looked at her. “Really? Really tho’?”

 Ama snapped back to us. “Have you heard Just a Kiss??!!”

 “Nope.” Nia shook her head.

 I stood up and put my hand on Nia’s head. “Lord, please save this child. She’s not slow, lord. She just needs some direction. Amen.”

 “PREACH!”

 “Y’all are just—oooo . . . Your really gonna be callin’ on the lord when your face becomes crooked.”

 “Leave her alone children,” Ama giggled as she searched through her iPod.

 “Thank you, girl. At least someone got my back.”

 “But we do it out of love, Ninipooh!” Chyna and I tackled her with a hug.

 “U – G – L – Y. You ain’t got no alibi. You ugly, what, what? You ugly.” She chanted while we just continued to just hug her more.

 “Get off my girl.”

 Ray was entering along with the rest.

 Nia took the advantage of our distraction to leap off the couch and into Ray’s arms. “Thanks, boo.” She snuggled into the space between his neck and shoulder.