Our Mate

Chapter 7

  David, Mist and I walked downstairs where a whimpering dad awaited.

"Oh dad!" Mist and I wailed giving him a hug.

  "I'm gonna miss you girls so much!" Dad cried.

"We'll miss you too dad, very much." I countered.

  David led us outside where a black semi limo awaited us. It wasn't a long limo but it wasn't, like, a van.

   "A carriage ride for my beautiful princesses!" David smiled.

 'Bet it took him all night to come up with that one!' Mist laughed in her head.

  I nudged her.

"Thank you my wonderful prince!" I beamed.

David grabbed my suitcase and put it in the trunk.

Mist and I giggled as David stepped into the car.

  "I always feel like you two are sharing secrets about me when I'm not around." David said shaking his heading, long locks swaying every which way. I love his hair, it's so freaking cute!

  Mist smirked. "Samantha thinks your hair is cute."

"Mist, those are my private thoughts!" I screamed. "I don't give a crap about your hair."

  Mist shrugged.

"Oh? Well, then you wouldn't mind if I chopped it all off?" David asked.

  "No, don't do that!" I cried.

David smiled.

  I froze. "Just don't cut it is all I'm sayin', I mean, I guess it looks good the way it is." I said, cooley, leaning back into my seat.

"What kinda music do you girls enjoy?" David quipped.

  Mist and I looked at each other, then back at David. "Well, I like Panic at the Disco, Imagine Dragons, Bad Wolves and... Uh... Beyonce?"

   "And I like Broadway musicals, Passenger, Common, Eminem, and... I dunno, any rappers."

"Hmm, I thought it'd be flipped..." David trailed off.

  The two of us smiled.

"I don't know, I like to learn to rap, speaking fast is just... cool and Impressive to me." Mist shrugged.

  "I see.." David said slowly.

Mist squinted at him.

  "Assuma Lumma Dumma you assumin' I'mma human what I gotta do to ta get it through to you I'm supa human inivative and I'm made a rubber so that anything you say will richothet offa me anf it'll glue to you, I'm neva statin' more than ever demonstratin', how ta give a muther fuckin' audience a feelin' like it's levatin' neva statin', and I know the haters are foreva waitin' for the day that they can say I fell off they'd be celebratin' cause I know the way to get 'em motivated, I make elvatin' music, you make elevator music!" David rapped.

   Mist's heart swelled. "Well, damn... That was kinda hot!"

I turned to her. "Really?"

  "Yes really. You heard how fast he was going?!" 

I rolled my eyes.

  'If he can go that fast with his mouth, imagine-' Mist linked.

'SHUT UP!!!' I screamed.

  'What? It's just a thought.' MIst said innocently.

'You're just a thot.' I barked.

  'Hey now!'

We both turned to David who was watching the two of us.

  We smiled at him.

"Are you to gonna fill me in on whatever's going on in your heads?" David asked.

  "Samantha called me a thot!" Mist exclaimed.

"Mist made an inappropriate comment." I shrugged.  

  We glared at each other.

"Well now, lots of heat between you two!" David laughed.