I panted heavily, as beads of sweat formed on my forehead. Out of nowhere, I felt a towel fall over my head. I already knew who that was. I smirked underneath the towel and snatched it off. "Thanks, Kidida." I scoffed. I heard her chuckle behind me." No problem, kiddo." she ruffed up my hair. I laughed at her comment. "Tuh, kiddo?" I snickered. "I'm older than you, missy." I retorted pressing my index finger into her chest, making her lose her balance. She smirked, and grabbed my finger lightly.
"Ugh, whatever. You kill me with this." she groaned. "Can we just go to Joe's now ?" she huffed. [Btw , Joe's is a restaurant in New York.} " Im hungry as hell." I lifted my arm around her shoulders and shrugged, "Only if you're paying . . kiddo." I teased, putting an enfises on 'kiddo'. And with that, we walked out of the studio arm and arm. Nothing ever stopped us when we were hungry. Ha ha.
Kidida was my best friend. As most of you know, I wasn't just a singer. I was enrolled as a model for Tommy Hilfiger. I met Kidida at a fashion show in 1992. She was the nicest person there. She showed me the in and outs of the whole place, while every other stuck up white person walked around with their noses held high, gave me the cold shoulder. She was the accountant of Tommy. But from there on we were inseparable.
When we got back from Joe's we seen Tommy trudging back and forth from the dresser to the mirror, with a focused look on his face. When he heard the large, metal door behind us shut, he jumped abruptly, looking back at us.
"Oh, shit!' He jumped, earning us both to snicker. He was always so paranoid.
"What's the matter, Tom? Kidida joked. "Shitting in your pants, already." She snickered, nudging my arm.
"For real." I agreed, nodding. "What's been up with you dude ?" I teased, smiling.
He chuckled, lowering his head in embarrassment.
"Nothing, nothing." he said, placing his hands up. "I was just looking for you guys." he added.
I shrugged, " Okay, whats up ?"
He smiled, creepily while chuckling a little.
Kidida, and I both shot him a weird look. We knew he was up to something, already.
"Ew. Tom, stop." I giggled.
"You're gonna' love me for this Liyah'." he smiled again, using my nickname. That's what the people closest to me, called me.
"Alright, what is it?" Kidida shrugged.
Tom looked at us, then behind him waving at someone behind the curtain, that we had in the rehearsal room.
"Come on, out Kells." He smiled, looking back at us.
My eyes widened at his words. As I rose from my seat that I had taken, my breathing began to speed up abnormally as I held my chest.
"W-wait , " I stuttered, struggling to regain my breath. "Did you just say 'Kells' ?' I panted faster.
" Yep." he relied , the smile still plastered on his face.
Behind me, I heard Kidida fangirling herself.
Then he came out. 6 feet of pure, perfectness.
R. Kelly, or as I'd like to call him, my future husband.
After he walked in, it was over. We went nuts.
"OH MY GAWWWWWWWDDDD !" I screamed, holding my cheeks in excitement. " Oh my god, he's really - and - how - di - you - OH MY GOD , HE'S HERE !"
Tommy cockily smiled, holding his arms out for a hug. "Happy early Birthday, Liyah." he began walking towards me for a hug.
Fuck Tom, right about now.
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