Just Us... (A Ray Ray/Mindless Behavior Story)

Chapter Eight- Graduation Week: Sharing is Caring

Chapter Eight

Graduation Week: Sharing is Caring

  We didn't wake up until well into the afternoon. Ray ordered breakfast and I ordered lunch. Then it was off to start the day. First we stopped by Conjunction house to get the car, since Walter said that the stickers had arrived in the mail.

  From there we took the rental car back. Ray wouldn't tell me where we were going afterwards. I trusted Ray so there was no need to question him or the surprise. If he said he had a stop to make then I followed his lead. On the way to our mysterious location I remember Ray making a call to what I believe was Keisha. "Do you know if it's ready?" Ray asked seeming to be speaking in code with the person on the phone. I remember parking in front of a few popular stores but Ray parked far from where I could see where he was going. That would've been a great time for me to break away from lock down and check my schedule and deadlines. I grabbed my purse and of course dotting his I's and crossing his T's, took my phone out my bag and left it at the hotel so I wouldn't use it.

  Damn him for being so smart. I sat in the car dazed out thinking of things in the distance, when RayRay got back in the car with a small in his hand. He opened the trunk and closed it. From there he got in the car off to somewhere that was clearly back around the way closer to his mom's house.

  I don't know much about California except a few of my grandmother's sisters live there. I've never even visited them. Mso wherever Ray was taking me, I was totally clueless. I remember driving down the street and the heads darted in caution. At some point Ray rolled down the windows on both sides, his and mine. We pulled up to a house where I saw a familiar face, his youngest aunt Tiffany welcomed me at the curb. I got to meet about three brown skin guys that Ray introduce to me from his old dance crew, Tommy the Clown.

  The guys clearly older than him but not quite as old as me. One complimented, "Ray you got a beautiful girlfriend," as he shook my hand.

"thank you sir," I was gracious towards him for the comment.

"Ha yeah thank man," Ray confidently replied.

  Often time with people from around the way they want to see if you are welcoming after you make it. They want to see if the money changes you. Out of nowhere I saw a few flashes from camera phones. I look to the place of which the flashes were directed from. There were a few people sitting on their porches admiring in the distance.

  Walking up to me came a teenage girl with about three young ladies equally her age. The female seeming to be somewhat star struck wearing a floral romper designer my company. "Oh my God, can I please have a picture with you," she bashfully ask with her hand covering her mouth in shock.

"Sure," I smiled, "You really killing that romper mama," I smiled posing for the picture.

"Oh my God thank you KELEKA!"

" You are like my idol. I'm in design school at the Art Institute of California."

"oh really?" I posed for pictures with the other girls accompanying her. "What are you going for?"

"Fashion Design, I really want to move to New York and start my career."

"And you should Mamaz. I tell you what," reaching into my handbag pulling out a business car, " when you graduate or for your internship. Audition should you end up in New York. this is the internship/manager give him a call when you’re ready."

  The girl speechless call she could mutter out was, "ok and thank you so much. After a few pictures with surrounding neighbors we were escorted into this house to the garage. There wasn't close to anything in the room but a t.v., two love seats and a auto station on the floor that was looking a beat. One by one each member Krupp dancing after a game of Madden on Playstation. The energy was friendly but competition. Ray seemed a bit ore bashful. Even Ray seemed a bit more bashful, technically he was the professional here with his older counterparts. In the world of street dancing he was still the student and the student would be schooled if he couldn't hold his own in his hood bein to Hollywood.