Starfish & Coffee ( Prince Nelson Story )

Places 2 Go, People 2 C

Aside from the sheer embarrassment that coursed through my indigo veins, the concert was everything I had expected it to be and more. He was an amazing entertainer; with vocals like no other. Oh and the way he rolled his hips? I've never shouted so much in my life! I knew I wasn't the only woman swooning tonight and I wouldn't be the last. Now I understand why Ebony's crazy about him. He's the complete package.

Nobody wanted it to end, but the concert had finally come to a close. We drunkenly stumbled to our car, still dizzy from the 3 hour funk-filled concert we had just witnessed. Ebony was running her mouth 30 miles a minute and I was grinning from ear to ear. Why? The purple fumes had gotten to me.

"Good God that man is just- OUH." Ebony stomped her foot into the ground with mock anger. I let out a laugh. I could tell she was about ready to run back into the stadium and tackle him to the floor. I was too, but I wouldn't admit it. "I would've given anything to be that girl he was talking about, even if I did piss him off I'd be able to say-" She took on a business-like tone. "Hey nice to meet you! Yeah that was me, uh huh . I got on Prince's nerves. Uh huh I'll have my people call your people. Lucky bitch!" She snapped. I burst into laughter. She was gonna kill me.

"What if I told you that 'Lucky Bitch' was me." She narrows her eyes. "And that 'Lucky Bitch' made a fool of herself!"

"Stop lyin'."

I was just about to explain everything to her when someone taps me on the shoulder. I whirl around to a tall, built man dressed in an all black suit. How long had he been behind us?

"Can we help you?" Ebony probes. He ignores her question, addressing me instead.

"Prince would like to meet you."

God.....

The ground falls from beneath my feet. I turn to E and her mouth is hanging open. If this isn't enough proof then I don't know what is!

I begin to babble my response not knowing what to say. Fortunately Big Mouth answers for me!

"She'd love to!"

"WHAT-?"

She smiles gently shoving me towards the rock of a man. He shows no trace of emotion, just a simple-

"Follow me Miss." He lightly places his hand on the small of my back leading me towards the stadium. I turn my head giving Ebony my best 'Help Me!' look. Why was she doing this again?

"Have fun!" She yells pointing to her wrist. A signal we came up with for the word 'text'. It came in handy too.

Beef Cake and I walk for what seems like hours to the back of the stadium. Our final destination; a black stretch limo. He opens the door for me just as I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

"Wait here and Prince will be out shortly Miss." It's like he read my mind. I nod and hurriedly duck into the car, too late to turn back now.

"Excuse me?" I chirp before he shuts the door. "Where exactly are we going?"

"Paisley Park Miss, where else?" He asks as if I'm supposed to know what that is. He shuts the door and my heart picks up speed. Cell phone! I yank my phone from my pocket.

1 New Message

EBONY: I saw the way you were looking at him tonight ;) Apparently he saw you too! I couldn't let you waste this opportunity girl. You're welcome.

ME: Opportunity? What opportunity? This mofo's about to chew me out! Dammit E! What do I do?

EBONY: What r u talking about? He wants 2 hit it. LET HIM HIT.

ME: >.<" NO. U don't understand. I was the one he was talking about @ the concert! I was the one who sat next 2 him on the plane! I called him an asshole not knowing it was him I was talking to! HE'S NOT TOUCHING ME.

EBONY: ......You called Prince Rogers Nelson an asshole.... To his face? Oh shid.... Where r u now?!

ME: You're not helping. His limo! He ain't here yet but we're going to a park?

EBONY: ..... PAISLEY PARK? Bitch thats his HOUSE!

My stomach and phone drop to the floor as I hear the limo's door open. I quickly avert my attention out the opposite window. Stay cool, stay cool.

He brings an aroma with him just as velvety as his voice. A sweet but spicy sent. It was then that I knew he was next to me. All this room in the limo and he sits next to me?

For a short while he says nothing. The limo starts moving, trees pass and I can feel him eyeing me. Finally I work up the nerve to turn and face him only to find that his head is turned, looking out of the window. I turn back to my window and there they are again; his eyes scanning the back of my head. I turn once more expecting to meet a pair of brown eyes but all I get is the back of his head.

Alright I know I'm not going crazy! He's fucking with me! This time I dont turn back to the window. Instead I face forward looking straight ahead. Now I can watch him from the corner of my eye.

Prince slowly turns his head to face forward then looks up at the roof as though he was noticing it for the first time. I turn to face him, holding back laughter. He purses his lips, nodding approvingly at the roof.

I lose control and my laughter fills the limo. Getting a little too comfortable I ask-

"What are you doing?" He half smiles.

"Roof inspecting."

I shake my head at his horrible attempt of a joke.

"Keep your day job then." I tease.

He scowls and I remember where I am. I'm not kicking it with Ebony, I'm not in a car full of my closest friends. I'm in a limo with Prince, a ticking time bomb of different emotions. He never stayed with one for too long, Even though it was only a joke I felt the need to apologize.

"Sorry." I spoke quickly, as a feeling similar to the one I felt on the plane began to wash over me. Embarrassement. I could feel my face heating up and the bastard wasnt making it any better. The scowl he woar disappeared, amusemnt dancing in his eyes. This shit isnt funny. He knows what he's doing; putting me through Hell!

"Are you okay?" Prince questions.

"No." I breathe trying to calm myself. No dice. "Stop looking at me like that!" I snap.

"Its my limo." He kicks his feet up, resting them on the seat to his left. Prince's shoe game was on point. I'd wear them if I wasn't so mad. He continues, "And anything in it is mine."

His?

As I open my mouth to speak, Prince's hand shoots up, shushing me.

"Nouns." He states. "The definition of a noun is a person, place or thing. What are you?" His chocolate eyes land on me, waiting for an answer......Instead he gets an eyeroll. Yeah you got me. "Don't jump to conclusions." Prince faces front as do I. I cross my arms over my chest

"Jump you instead." I mumble quiet enough for my ears only. It wouldnt take much effort. The only fight he had ever been in was probably with a make-up brush and I bet he lost! I mentally pat myself on the back. God, I'm funny.

"Oh and speaking of things," Prince says, knocking me out of my trance. "That phone you're tryna hide is mine until further notice."