False Loyalty, and True Love

False Greetings

      "Glad to see you here, Roza," stated Detroit. Roza was my name Rose, in Russian.

      "I wish I could say the same," I muttered. He chuckled.

      "Just like your father indeed, Nabu would be proud." I guess I should explain my background. I was raised by a gang leader, Nabu Whitefire. He was dark-skinned, had gorgeous blonde curls, and had beautiful grey-blue eyes, while my mother, Sofia Anderson, was Hispanic and had long black and beautiful green eyes. Myself? I, Rose Anderson Whitefire, am black and have tanned skin with long fawn-brown curls that go all the way to my waist, and green-blue eyes which "can pierce through someone's soul," as Cole says. I am Russian as well, especially since I was born there and I speak Russian in addition to French, Spanish, Italian, and obviously English. I have model qualities and you could say that I was curvy at the very least. But hey, I am proud of my body and my position in gang stats. After a long conversation about gang status and shipments, Detroit finally let me loose. For once, we talked about anything but my immaturity to rule. Score one for Rose! I headed to a nightclub with my friend, Taylor, and we probably wore the most revealing outfits out there. She wore a sexy-laced red dress that couldn't have been any shorter. It hugged her hips making her curves stand out. I myself wore a black dress that wrapped around my everything, showing my flat stomach, ass, and a part of my cleavage as well. I guess when you have nothing left to embrace, you simply don't give any fucks. Oh well. After a whole entire party of booze and dances, I headed out. 

      "Hello ladies..." Slurred on a random drunk. I almost laughed. It was 12:00 at night and some hot guy with freakishly blue eyes just started coming at me. I looked up at him. He looked like he could've been 6'5'' minimum and his eyes gazed into mine. I gasped for a moment, taking in every fine detail. He was impossibly hot. "See something you like?" I grinned and quietly whispered, 

      "A lot..." 

      "Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you." I rolled my eyes. Definite fuckboy. "No, seriously, like I didn't hear a word that came out of your mouth." I was about to reply when Taylor did for me. 

      "Rose, I am going to head out, it's getting late." I almost gasped. Taylor would never ever go to bed this early. It was unnatural. I realized. You sneak, you're trying to leave me to him so we can flirt. Well, fine. Game on. 

      "You wanna go see stars with me at the park? They help clear out my mind and you look like you have a lot on yours so I figured, you should go. Do you want to go with me?" I looked at him and sighed. What harm would come from this? 

      "Sure, I'm game." He walked with me to the creek and then patted a spot on the grass. 

      "Lie down."

      "What? Eew, no it's dirty."

      "What are you, five? Lie down." I hesitated once again but he yanked me to the floor and I yelped, while falling onto his chest.

      "Oof."

      "Oh, I am so sorry. I never realized how strong I was, I am terribly sorry..." He started rambling. I grinned, I was on top of him, both our eyes looking into each other, searching for more. 

      "Is this how you get all of the ladies?" I asked while raising my eyebrows. He laughed abruptly. 

      "No, not this way." He winked at me and I grinned.

      "Whatever, it's cool. I just realized, we're both drunk right, so like, what's your name? No harm is done because I am wasted and probably won't remember a word you say."

      "Rem. Rem Stone. And you?"

      "Rose Whitefire." 

      "That's a nice name." 

      "Thanks, yours is as well." He grinned at me, his lips parting showing his perfectly straight teeth. He pointed towards the sky. I looked up. Usually in L.A., stars were very rare. But in this place, they were everywhere. 

      "Beautiful, isn't it?" I nodded, too dumbstruck to say anything. It was like a spill of pearls, one after another. "I like to think that we are all stars, different, but we have one thing connecting us: nothing! As bizarre as it sounds, we all have an empty space that can be filled by one another. But very few of us try. I want to be part of that few. One day..." I sighed. I literally just met Rem, but he already is so dreamy, and sweet, and kind. 

      "Wow. That's, really deep." He grinned.

      "Words are always my thing." 

      "No fucking kidding eh'?" 

      "Nope, no fucking way..." I don't exactly remember what happened then, but after looking into his pale face and oceanic eyes, some force pushed me to embrace him. I think the same happened to him and as we looked at each other, we leaned in, exactly at the same time, to kiss. He pulled me into his arms wrapping his hands around my waist. I sucked on his bottom lip while he gently bit on my top one. I don't remember very well, all I could say was that one thing led to another, and eventually, we were at his apartment. He wrapped his fingers around my curls, as I pulled him in with his tawny locks. No words were said, just pure bliss and raw emotion rolling in like a tidal wave. It was as if we knew each other. Also, this wasn't the time for talk. We just looked at each other's bodies, and eventually, I slipped off my dress, his pants were gone, and we were suddenly naked. He pulled out a condom and I groaned at the fact that this was interrupted by a stupid piece of latex. But what else could I want? To get impregnated by a person I had just met! No thank you. He kissed me again, and it all begun. I felt him over me. His muscles were hard and stiff and his abs were showing. He propped me up and we did all the sins in all the postitions imaginable. Eventually morning came and I started to feel something prodding at me. 

      "Who are you?" He asked. 

      "Fuck, I don't remember. Who are you?" He started laughing and I joined. I don't exactly remember if we used protection. "Oh shit."