The house…is…bumping. Music all over the place, hips gyrating on the deck of the porch and people cavorting against cars.
House too little to support all of them?
Ashley tugs at my arm and whispers, “Let him miss you for a while.”
My hand is still firmly clasped in his, but I realize that it’s giving off the wrong impression, and impression that I love but a wrong one at that. I’m single.
Or at least I’m single for the night.
“Hey, I’m gonna go with them.” I nod over to Ashley who’s allowed her hand to drop from my arm and is now swaying to the music in her black bikini top and black jeans shorts, while Claire sizes up the party bobbin her head with her hands on the hips of her mini skirt.
And Nelson’s friends Kris, and that other guy Larry who seems to have no problem perving between Nikki and Claire pipes up, “Yeah man, let her go for awhile. She old enough to do her thing.”
Great, he does look like my older brother.
“Yeah,” so I shake him off gently and give him a pained smile, “I’m gonna hang with the girls.”
“Oh,” his eyebrows furrow slightly and his voice sounds a bit off, but he drops his hand, “Ok that’s cool. Be safe aight?”
I give him a nod as I walk backwards nearly stumbling into Ashley, “Aight.”
And I want to give him one more look, especially since Nikki has found a way to sidle up to him and fawn all over him, but Ashley has me by the elbow and is directing me to the very center of the party, “Try not to trip lil sis ok. Nelson think’s it’s ccute….but er…uh…it’s kinda not.”
So yeah I pout a little bit, and try not to trip at the same time because she thinks that I’m a track star specializing in speed walking up concrete stairs.
“Nelson is a suck ass for real,” Claire laughs behind us, I can see she has no problem walking up the stairs without stumbling.
In fact she has no problems at all.
“Sexy ass, what’s up girl?” we’re on the porch right now, but the voice is coming from below us and as we turn I can see it’s the short bright look alike from the other house.
Claire balks as the wind catches the curly strands of her natural hair,”Excuse me?”
“Red whats your name?”
Claire places a hand on her hip and gives us a wink, “I know what it’s not.”
I do admit he is adorable, but he looks like a player, especially with that sleeve tattoo gleaming under the odd assortment of lights, “what it’s not?”
“Your Girl,” Claire tosses over her head before taking my other free hand and leading us all into the party.
Inside it’s just as chaotic as outside,except in here there is some illegal shit going on definitely, maybe not in plain sight but it’s coming from one of the shut off rooms. And the floorboards creak everytime someone decides to stomp or jump in an elaborate dance, because you just gotta know that at a crunk party Rhianna will be playing. Rude boy is in high demand.
“This. Is. My. Shit.”
Ashley is preparing for the beat to hit her hips and as I stand there I’m afraid, because…well I don’t know how to dance. But Ashley is there preparing to slide out of her sandals with her arms above her head, her dinosaur hump and long strands of hair almost make her appear cave man like as she readies herself, “Ashanti follow my lead.”
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The Night Is Young
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