Ron
So tonight we are going skating with the girls. Val is on her way to pick us up so I'm getting ready. The Mike and Rick come in my room.Ron: Why are yall always in my room?
Rick: Shut up. Stop bitchin.
Ron: Anyways. We should be picking them up.
Mike: I know, but, Val just got a new car. She just wants to show it off.As if on cue, we hear her honk for us to come outside. When we go outside we see this parked in front of our house.
Ron: This is kinda small. How we gone fit?
Valarie: You guys can fit.
Mike: This car seats five people
Valarie: Yeah. I know. So
Mike: So there is six of us.
Valarie: Well I only have to pick up Leah. Jacqueline works at the rink. And when I drop you guys off you can just sit on each other's laps.Mike hurries up and gets in the front seat and me and Rick get in the back. Valarie drives to Leah's house. She was waiting on her porch. I get out and open the car door for her so she can sit in the middle. We ride in silence for a while.
Rick: Hey, Val? Do you know if Jacqueline has a man or not?
Valarie: She's single. Why?
Rick: Because, I'm trynna be her man.We look at him in shock. Val even swerves the car a little.
Ron: Man, I thought yall hated each other.
Rick: And why would you think that?
Ron: Maybe because I had to stop her from beatin yo ass on multiple occasions.
Valarie: You guys do fight all the time. She has actually slapped you before.
Rick: Oh that's just sexual tension. And that slap turned me on.
Mike: Nah man. That's genuine hate, not sexual tension. You just bein freaky.
Rick: Whatever, man. Look. I know when somebody wants me. And she wants me. BAD.
Ron: Go ahead and think what you wanna think, but, if you keep starting fights with her Imma let her whoop your ass.
Mike: He might like that shit.Leah
We finally get to the rink. The rink has an arcade and a pizzeria. We sit at on of the tables. Jacqueline sees us and skates over to our table.Valarie: Hey girl. You ready to skate?
Jacqueline: Nope. I get off in a few minutes and I'm tired.
Valarie: But this was your idea.
Jacqueline: I know but I'm tired. Just go skate without me I'll wait here till yall are done.
Ron: Aight cool. Leah come skate with me.
Leah: Okay.I didn't really want to skate because I don't know how, but he's just so fine I couldn't bring myself to say no. We went to get our skates and as soon as I put them on my legs got all wobbly. Then I tried to move almost fell but Ronnie caught me.
Ron: You alright?
Leah: Yeah. But i can't skate.
Ron: It's alright. Just hold on to me.I held onto him for dear life. My body is pressed up against his. I wonder if he can feel how fast my heart is beating right now. I took a quick glance at him and he was staring down at me so I quickly look away.
Ron: Aww. I got you you blushing.
My cheeks get hot and I hide my face in his shirt.
Ron: It's okay. You don't have to be embarrassed. Don't even be shy around me.
Leah: I'm sorry. You just make me nervous.
Ron:You make me nervous too. I just be playing cool. But i want to get to know you better
Leah: What do you have in mind?
Ron: Maybe we can go on a date, you know, with just us two.
Leah: I would love to go on a date with you.Rick
I skated by myself for awhile. Mike and Val when in the arcade so Jacqueline was at the table by herself. I make my way over to her and she's asleep. I say her name a couple of times and tap her. She jerks up and sees me.Jacqueline: Oh, hey Ricky.
She doesn't sound so happy to see me.
Rick: Can I ask you a question?
Jacqueline: *yawning* Sure.
Rick: Do you hate me?
Jacqueline: Not really.
Rick: Then why do you always fight with me?
Jacqueline: Nigga, you be startin shit.Just then her manager came over and yelling at her saying she couldn't stay there if she's already clocked out. I can tell it's pissing her off but she doesn't say anything back to him. She just gets up and go.
Rick: Where you going?
Jacqueline: To the car.We start walking towards the car and she stops and looks at me.
Jacqueline: I don't hate you at all. You're actually an alright person when you not getting on my nerves.
Rick: Thank you.
Jacqueline: You're welcome. Wait. Who's in the car alreadyIt looks like somebody is in the car so we run over and I open the door. We see Mike and Val pull away from each other and try to play it off like we ain't catch them kissing.
Jacqueline: Busted, dusted, and can't be trusted!
Valarie: Shut up.Ron and Leah comes out and gets in the car.
Jacqueline: Ummm. How are we all going to fit in this small ass Pontiac. Where do I sit.
Valarie: You have to sit on somebody lap.
Ron: You can sit on Rick lap.Everybody in the car snickers at Ron's comment. I look at Jacqueline and she looks at me. Then she, aprehensivly sits on me. It's very uncomfortable but, eventually, she gets comfortable and so do I. That is until "There'll Never Be" by Switch comes on.
I guess she likes this song because she starts to dance. And the more she moves, the tighter my pants get. I try to ignore it but every time she moves, she moves up against my junk. As she keeps dancing, I struggle to hold back my moans.
Rick: Mmmm, Jacq. Hold on. You gotta stop moving.
Jacqueline: Why?I can't tell her why she has to stop, so she keeps going. I try my best to hide what's going on down there. But I fail, horribly.
Jacqueline: "Please come over here and let me whisper in your ear
I'll say some-"She stops singing. Damn. She must feel it.
Jacqueline: Ricky, what is tha-
She stops in the middle of her sentence when she realizes what it is.
Rick: I told you to stop moving.
We sit quietly until we get to her house. She rushes to get out of the car and I quickly lean over to cover the, very noticeable, tent in my pants. I stay bent over like this until we get back to our house. Then I run into our house and straight to the bathroom. This is so embarrassing.
Mike
Ricky was acting weird the whole ride home. It wasn't until we actually got home when it clicked in our heads what just happened. Me, Val, and Ron look at each other and bust out laughing. Poor Rick. Shit still funny tho.
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General FictionRicky, Mike, aznd Ronnie are sent to a public school their senior year. (Let's just pretend that the year of '93/'94 was their senior year)