I was right about the girls wanting to dance to that Japanese music of course. They got all into that slick Daichi guy with the "sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy" song. Which they put some serious "stank" on, of course.
I mean, he just sort of bops around to that part, but the girls got their eagle on down and made it "sexy, sexy, sexy" fo' sho'.
Joie did a runway strut right past them and blew a kiss at Kendall on the way to the laundry room. She likes how all the special settings on our gigantic washer and dryer keep her club costumes from fading and fraying. So she gave us a little show before going back to bustin' suds.
And Aisha came over and checked my Spotify as soon as the song ended.
"What else they got on there? You gon' send me that list?"
"There's lots," I said. "Check out this slow jam."
I put that on and her brows shot up.
"Boy sound like he know what he talkin' about."
"Dope, right?" I said. "Every style you can think of—some crazy rock stuff, too, Miss Kendall. That you and Kylie would go for."
"What one?"
I clicked on one of the quirky songs and she tilted her head, listened...then nodded.
"There's a whole fan girl thing for this stuff," I said.
"So cute that you signed their backpacks."
"They were cute," I said. "You just wanna hug 'em up and stop them from getting any older, you know?"
"Yeah, Bae Daddy," Aisha said. "We hear you."
Her and the other two had started packing up their gear to get to the club. Stealing makeup out of each other's bags on the island. Cat slapped Mike's hand and glared. Mike smooched back at her and used the lipstick anyway.
"For them, I'd do whatever this thing is," I said. "For kids like them."
"Well, they're right, too," Kendall said. "The girls got all these links from that Yoshi guy so we could see all the sites blowing up. That little dude they created, the anime guy? People are drawing him already."
Cat held up a big mirror, got that wave down over one eye just so, shook it back a little, and said, "But it's the real you they like. So the anonymity thing? Say 'sayonara' to that, son."
"Aw, no robot head?" Kendall said.
I laughed and said, "Yeah, I had myself all Daft Punk'd up in my head, too. We'll see. But, listen, you wanna ride with me? Look for somebody?"
"Who?"
"This woman named Yolanda. Uxul's her last name, I think. Something Mayan."
"Lil' Indian one don't wear no shoes?" Aisha asked.
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BAE BOY
Ficción GeneralWATTYS LONG LIST. He's got three polyamorous, pole dancing moms and his world is the stuff of which teen boy fantasies are made. But when he falls for a feisty cancer patient who is about to die, he truly learns how to live.