I feel the texture of an old couch in my bare skin, well the skin that's not covered in clothing.
There's two male voices arguing, by the sounds of it it's been going on a while. Their voices are hushed, they obviously are trying not to wake me.
"Que....you can't just make that call." A deep, older sounding voice states. Make what call?
"I think I can J.D. I'm his second and I side with Que. He needs a real hospital." I recognize this voice as Jeffery, Vince's best friend. They must be talking about Vince, I remember him telling me that Jeff was his second in command.
"Please J.D. he needs the help." There's a grumble as the man gives in.
"Fine save him and put the gang in danger, whatever." I hear his footsteps as he leaves.
"Thanks Que." Jeff says.
"No problem man. J.D. is just overly paranoid.....so...what's Vince's relationship to the girl?"
There's hesitation in Jeff's answer. "I see that look in your eye. Don't get involved with her."
Hey....what did I do?
"Why?" He asks cautiously.
"She's a good girl. Daughter of the hands truest leader. And Vince's has staked his claim." His claim? I'm not a bracelet or a dog!
"She's not a material object. He can't claim her." Que says almost sounding disgusted.
"Look I'm just tellin-"
"She's not his she's a person. And frankly I rather like her. She's pretty. And I've seen her with Sammie, she's a good person. If I feel like pursuing her I will." The reality of what he just said hits me. He likes me. He's going to go again at his friend and possibly leader to go after a girl they both have feelings for.... oh this isn't going to end well.
"It's your funeral." Jeff says and I can practically hear him shrugging as he walks out.
Que walks over to the side of the couch and sits on the ground next to me. "What should I do?" He muses aloud.
"You tell me." I say opening my eyes in time to see him jump up.
"How.....how long have you....been...." he trails off, his face going pale.
"Since J.D. said it was okay for Vince to get real medical help." He looks like he's in physical pain as I say this.
"Oh.....so you heard..."
"Heard you profess your true love for me? Yes, yes I did." I chuckle as he blushes and mumbles. I don't catch the whole sentence but I make out, "didn't say love"
"I also heard how you stood up for me. Thanks." I say referring to when he made a point to say I'm not an object.
"Oh, that was just...human decency. Personally I say Vince has no right to claim you when he knows so little about you." His voice is full of sweetness and I can feel myself begin to smile.
Didn't I tell you to stop that!? Just because he's hot and already likes you and has made a better impression than Vince ever did means nothing... even though he's so good looking, and polite. And oh....his eyes. Man if he asked me out I'd probably say yes...f⊙ck he could ask me to marry him and I'd run off to get a dress.
No California stop it. You have a guy. A .....rudeish, very handsome guy.... oh who am I kidding....
"Where's Vince?" I squeak. He looks a little disappointed but quickly replies.
"ICU at St. Mary's downtown. Like I said before he's not in the best shape...." I prob myself up into a sitting position and he sits next to me. "He still has a shot though." He says laying a hand on my knee and slightly squeezing.
He's so warm. I lean jato his side and he drapes his arm around me. Wow does it feel good being right here. But it's wrong. My conscience shouts at me. Right now, in this moment, I don't care if it's wrong.
"I need to go see him."I say standing up abruptly.
"I'll drive you he says standing with me and grabbing a grey Jean jacket. In fact...all his clothes are some neutral color. His pants are black, shoes white, shirt grey with a black and white design. How hair is brown and his skin is a light tan. The only true color to him his his right eye.
"I like your eye." I blurt out, as is my fashion around him apparently.
"Just the one?" He asks amused.
"Yep just the right one." I smile at him as he looks a little confused.
"Right like the direction or right like correct?" He's so cute when confused...
"I'll let you decide." I say walking out of the room. I hear him trotting after me.
I walk for a minute before I realize I don't have a clue where I'm at.
"Where are we?" I ask lightly. Scanning the walls. I've never seen this place.
"My house." I scan with new eyes this time. Nice grey walls. Strange black carpet...who has black floors? And white ceiling.
We teach the main living room and I see grey furniture.
"I feel like I know your favorite color." I tease.
"It's grey." He says very seriously.
"Really?" I say sarcastically. He chuckles at me.
"Hush." He says after he's quieted the chuckling. And something hits me....he's a gang member. I wonder what fate has befallen his parents.
"Are your parents dead?" I blurt out. He looks confused before a tinge of sadness hits him.
"I don't know. I'm an orphan that never got adopted. No parents at all." He solemnly states.
"I'm so sorry." He shakes his head.
"No it's okay."
"How old are you?" I ask. I can't keep my tongue still....
"Twenty one." He says smiling at me. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen. Almost nineteen. What day is it?" I was taken on Sunday and kept for two...it's probably Wednesday.
"Friday." He states with no hesitation.
"I've...been knocked out for three days?!"
"Three and a half." He corrects.
"My parents are going to freak out..." He shakes his head at that.
"Nah your dad knew about the plan. We told him you'd be here for a bit since you passed out. So toothed hospital?" He says walking out the front door.
I nod walking out behind him feeling a strange sensation that things were inevitably going to change.
A/N hey I'm going insane this has 339 reads before this was published....I'm....there are seriously just no words.... Thank you all so so much for reading and voting... but why no comments? Hmm...Sooooo maybe tall me what you think might be happening soon. And ship names?
Calince?
Vinifornia?
Calue?
Quinifornia?
And which guy are you rooting for?
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