STRAIGHT OUTTA SOUTH CENTRAL (Eazy-E & N.W.A Story)

Chapter 28: Admit It

Today we are on the set for Michel'le's last music video for her album. The song is called Something In My Heart.

"Y'all done yet?" Dre asked knocking on the door to her dressing room. She jumped at the sounds of his voice.

"Give her a minute Dre," I said. "She's almost done."

"Hurry up babe."

"He still doing it isn't he?"

"Its getting worse." She sighed.

"Yeah it is. Why can't you just leave him? If you need a place to stay I got an extra bedroom in my house."

"I'm not leaving him T."

"What? Why? You guys aren't married and you're not pregnant." She looked down at her feet. "Oh my God you're pregnant aren't you?"

"No! I'm not."

"Oh good. A baby is not what you need right now."

"I know." She stood up in front of me. "How do I look?"

"Pretty." I nodded.

The music video was taking place in the 1920s. Michel'le is singing at a club. Eric and Dre were in the video too.

We left her dressing room then entered on the set.

"Damn baby you look beautiful," Dre said to her.

"Thank you."

Eric came walking towards us. He stood next to Dre. I studied both of them in their 1920s suits. Michel'le's eyes widen as she smiled.

"Wow," I gasped. "You both look... handsome."

"We really look good?" Eric asked.

"Yeah. Some real gentlemen."

"Told you we'd pull it off," Dre said to Eric.

"You the one who forced me to do this," Eric responded.

Me and Michel'le laughed.

"T are you sure you don't wanna be in the video?" Michel'le asked.

"After looking at the female costumes, yeah, I'm good," I stated. "I'm not wearing a dress."

"You tomboys and you're anti-wearing dresses," Dre chuckled.

"I hate dresses." I made a sick face at the thought.

"Anyway, good luck baby." Dre kissed her cheek. They went on their own way leaving me and Eric standing alone.

"So you think I'm handsome huh?" Eric smirked.

"I said both of you look handsome. Don't take it to your head E."

"But you still think I'm handsome."

"I guess, or whatever. But you messed up your collar."

"Where?"

"Here." I reached out and folded his shirt collar neatly in place. "Better?"

"Feels like it."

"Good." I started to walk away until he grabbed my arm. It wasn't tight and rough it was gentle and loose.

"T wait a minute."

"Wassup?" I asked looking at him up and down.

"I've thinking about what went down last week between you and me."

"Eric I said -"

"I know what you said but I think we should make it something."

"I don't like where you're going with this."