This book contains every dream, imagine, want and desire you ever had about the purple one. Could be a simple date, could be him and you just lazing around on the couch together, him taking care of you when you're sick or it could be completely R ra...
When we arrived at the club, well that's a lie it was actually a restaurant...I don't know what Christopher and Tricky are on about. They made out there was some huge party somewhere, so what are they really up to? The three of us sit at a table, both of them stare at me.
"What?" I ask.
"So, tell us about yourself. Why did you run away and come out here?" Christopher asks.
"I needed a fresh start." I simply say, not going into detail. I didn't want to.
Tricky nods, but I don't think Christopher was satisfied with my answer.
"A fresh start from what?" He asks.
"Family, past relationship. That kind of stuff. I don't want to go into detail." I say, staring him down.
Tricky raises his eyebrows at me then at his friend.
"Walking on thin ice already, Chris. Watch it." He warns.
Christopher smirks, looking back at me. Taking one of my hands in his.
"It's okay, Mama. That's what we're here for, we're gonna show you our world. It's much more fun." He smiles.
I furrow my brows, I look at Tricky who's just smiling at me. Christopher grabs a napkin and begins writing on it.
"Now, you look like you've been trapped in that past life of yours for a long time..." He begins explaining.
He holds up the napkin at me.
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"I'm gonna give you a little education before we throw down later on. Do you know what this is?" He asks.
I look at the napkin then up at him. Crossing my arms.
"Is this some kind of game?" I scoff.
Christopher smirks, clearly holding back a laugh.
"No, it's a place. Read it, out loud." He says.
"W...Wrecka Stow." I say.
Christopher and Tricky break out into a fit of laughter, getting everyone's attention at surrounding tables. I roll my eyes.
"Again, but louder this time." He laughs.
"No." I scowl.
I look at Tricky who's holding back a laugh, smart man.
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