Love Is Not Over

Alex: Peek-A-Boo

Great. Just great. This b**** threw my clothes out and ran in the bathroom. And I ain't finna go out to get that s*** either. Not while I was in my towel. And my towel only.

*BBUUURRRRR BBUUURRRRR*

I grabbed my phone off the night stand.

Be ready in 15 minutes. Make-up team is here to apply your disguises. Hurry up. And you two owe me BIG TIME.

                                                   ~Cam

I looked up confused.

Owe her? For what?

I shrugged it off, knowing she'll explain later.

F***! I only have 15 minutes but my clothes are out there!

I paced nervously.

Just open the damn door Alex. What are the chances of them being right there?

I took a deep breath. "Right. Nothin to worry about."

My hands were shaking. Closing my eyes, I yanked the door open.

Silence. The hallway was empty. I sighed in relief.

My clothes lay on the ground. I puffed, picking it up and dusting it off.

"Stupid idiot. I knew nothing was gonna happen." I smirked to myself.

I held the outfit out in front of me, examining the style and texture.

Wow. It looks pretty. What kind of disguise is she goin for?

I folded my clothes carefully, staring at my shadow created by the waking sun.

Holding the clothes against my chest, I closed my eyes to take in a deep breath.

No matter how hard it is, today's mission is to try to get her to talk today.

With that in mind, I opened my eyes again. Which I deeply regretted when I realized who was standing a few feet away.

RapMonster froze, his mouth in a surprised O. No doubt shocked at me in nothing but a towel. "Uhhh ... I-"

"Yo, why are you standing here like an-" Recognizing their voices, I felt the blood drain from my face.

This is it. This is where I die of humiliation.

RapMonster was faster, blocking the hallway entrance. Shielding their eyes long enough for me to run back in and slam the door.

I was breathing way too hard.

My own bias just saw me in nothing but a damn towel. My cheeks burned.

"Fuck fuck fuck! I knew this was a bad idea!" I shrunk to the floor, banging my head on the mattress.

Geez. Why'd I have to jinx it?

"Uhhhh, what's up with you?" I stopped, hearing her voice.

Slowly lifting my head, I made sure to spit every word at her. "You. Are. Dead. Meat."

She took a step back in the bathroom. "Shit."

I lunged, ready to smack the hell out of her head. Unfortunately, she was faster. Slamming the door in my face before I could reach her.

My fist met wood, slightly throbbing. "Open this door bitch! You're dead when you walk out I swear!"

I heard a muffled scream.

"Ugh. Hurry up and change heffa! Cam says we gotta be out there ASAP for the disguises." I huffed.

"Okay." She squeaked.

"And don't think we're done here. I'll get you back you little shit." I gritted.

A whimper.

I walked towards the bed drying off.

It wasn't until I was dressed that I realized how hot my face was.

I didn't need the mirror to know I was red.

God that was so embarrassing. And quite disrespectful in my culture.

BRRRRR BRRRRRR

Momentarily forgetting about it, I snatched my phone off the bed.

Get out. NOW. We're ready for you guys.
                                                 -Cam

"Ty! Let's go!" I screamed.

The door flew open immediately. She walked out still drying her hair. "I'm ready. Let's go."

I led the way, glad to step out to an empty hallway.

Following the noise that travelled from the living room, we arrived to find the place swarming with people running around like chickens without heads.

Several with some kind of hair tool in their hand. It was either a blow dryer, a curler, a wand, a straightener, or even cosmetic supplies.

The closest one to us, a short stocky girl whose rainbow dyed hair caught my attention, froze when she saw us.

"They're here!" I flinched at her scream, Tys dumbass gripped my sleeve.

Movement ceased, the room went quiet, all eyes were on us.

"Ladies! Welcome, welcome. I'll need Ty in that seat and you Alex in that one next to her." A tall guy with a sinewy figure stepped out smiling at us.

When no one moved, he scoffed clapping his hands. "Chop chop people! Get these 2 beautiful ladies into the seats!"

Next thing I knew, I was surrounded by 4 people. All of them picking at some part of my face or hair while nudging me towards the seat.

I plunged down, still not used to so many people in my face.

How does Cam do it?

"Cam honey! Glad you could stop by." I turned to find her hugging the tall feminine dude.

She looked like a toddler against him. But she slayed dressed in a black Journey crop top covered up by a designer oversized jean jacket with jeans and Timberlands.

"Hola Pepe. Sorry I've been MIA but I had to check up on these two." She sighed pulling away.

"Oh honey, I'm happy to see you anytime." He winked.

She gave him a small smile. "So, what's the look for today maestro?"

He hopped, clapping like a child. "Oh! It's going to be muy bien trust me mija. I'm going to transform these two beyond recognition."

Cam nodded. "Good. Cuz I'm not trynna risk fans finding out about these two just yet."

He feigned being shocked. "Are you giving me permission to go above and beyond?"

She looked over at me, then at Ty. An evil smile spreading across her face.

She wouldn't.

"Si, maestro. Permission granted." She dared.

He squealed. "LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!!!"

Great. Just great. Harassment at it's finest.

Help me.