Could It Be You... Or You?

Behind Closed Doors

I walked back in the house , to silence . I walked upstairs and into my room as Prince walked out . "Babe , can I talk to you ?" He walked in his room without a word said . I laid my head down on my pillow and began to cry . Why does this have to happen to me , especially since didn't do anything ? I slammed the door and walked into the farthest part of my closet and into a small room . I took out my guitar case and laid it in front of me . I sat criss cross on the floor and pulled out a small wooden box . I wiped the dust of the top and opened it . I looked at my collection of pics and chose my favorite gold one . I placed the box on my side and tuned my guitar . I began playing a acoustic version of I Need A Girl by Trey Songz . I always loved that tune . I slowed it down to match my feelings of heartbreak .

Kaylah POV

"Zé look what you did , I'm not tiring to make you feel bad but .."

"Well your not doing a good job ! I know I messed up and I want to fix it but-" Zé said.

"Wait do you here that ?!" A slight sound of music . I walked up the stairs slowly following the source of the sound . "Bri ?" There was no answer.

"She'll probably only open for Princeton so, Princeton get your ass over here !" Zé said.

"What ?!"

"Go in there and talk to Bri ." I said.

"No ."

"Why ?"

"Cause I don't want to ."

"But , she didn't do it ! Now I think about it they still had there clothes on . Oops . " Prince his eyes at Zé .

He knocked on the door . "Bri ?" He knocked again . "Babe ?" Then the guitar stopped and we heard a door close . Right before he was gonna knock the door flew open .

"Why are y'all standing outside my door?" She said.

"I wanna talk to you .."

"Why ? I'm cheater , remember ?" She looking at Zé .

"Please ?"

"I guess ." She turned around and Prince followed into her room , we tried to come in but , "Where y'all going ?! Get out ! Dip ! Bye ! " Prince slammed the door .

"Rude Much !"

Prince POV

Lesson learned don't ever listen to Zé , I've hurt my baby .

"Babe -" She started until I cut her off .

"Its okay , I trust you . If you said you didn't do it then you didn't . "

"But -"

"But , nothing . I forgive me for being mad ?" She nodded.

"Are you gonna bring your stuff back in her ?"

"Those were dirty clothes .."

"Oh ."

"So , you play guitar ?"

"Um , what ?! I don't .. play .. guitar . What .. are you .. talking about ?" She said nervously .

"No need to hide I heard it already ."

"Well when I lived in Italy , my mom taught me ."

"You lived in Italy ?"

"Yeah , I but I was born here . "

" Then how are you italian ?"

"My grandmother and my family before that lived in Italy . When my mom was older and graduated high school she wanted to go to college in the states . She got a full scholarship and everything , she met my dad and had me and had to drop out of school. Then he left her and she came back to Italy . Grandma didn't like that but she let her stay but she said once I got 10 she was gonna make her leave . So , she got her money and we moved here . My dad .. um sends me money and stuff and we talk occasionally but we're not close . If it wasn't for me , my mom would have a full education and wouldn't have to do did to get by in life ."

"Don't say that cause if it wasn't for you I'd be miserable cause I wouldn't have this perfect girl I can call mine. She smiled . "I'm smooth , I know ." She hit my leg playfully . "Can I here you play ?"

"I don't know ."

"Please you don't gotta hide ."

"Fine . " She went in her closet and brought her guitar in one hand and a box in the other . She wiped the top of the box and opened it . There was a pic in every color in it . "I wipe the box every time ." She chuckled . "It's just something I have to do before I play . My grandmother gave me these and the guitar . " She pulled out a lime green pic and place the guitar on her thigh . She strummed the strings one and began to play . A few second later she shocked me by singing she sounded like a angel .  

"I can see it in your eyes, your angry, 

Regret got shit on what your feeling now, 

Mad, cause he ain't like me, 

Oh you mad cause nobody ever did it like me, 

All the care I would take, 

All the love that we made, 

Now you tryna find someone to replace what I gave to ya, 

It's a shame you didn't keep it : Alicia , Catya. 

I know that you hon her this : I'm the man, 

Yeah I said it, 

Bitch I'm the man, 

Don't you forget it, 

The way you walk , that's me, 

The way you talk, that's me, 

The way you got your hair up, did you forget that's me? 

And the voice in your speaker that's me, that's me, 

And the voice in your ear right now, that's me, 

Can't you see that I made it? Yeah I made it, 

First I made you who you are , then I made it, 

And your wasted with your ladies, 

Yeah I'm the reason why your always getting faded.

Prendere in colpo per me, 

Oh oh oh Oooh Oooh, 

Prendere in colpo per me, 

Oh oh oh Oooh Oooh 

Prendere in colpo per me, 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, 

Prendere in colpo per me, 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, 

Un colpo per me.

I like to sing in Italian feels more natural." She looked up at me and smiled.

"Wow , that was great ." I said and she giggled.

"Thanks , how bout I go back to my Italian roots and cook for you." She got up , stood in front of me , and put her hands on my knees .

"Mhm..."

"Yeah some pasta and gelato."

"Sounds great."

"I got you ." She winked and walked out the door.