Wednesday, July 19, 2006 at 9:59 p.m.
Prodigy
Ross and I have covered pretty much all of Miami and have not found Ray yet. We'll eventually keep looking, but I need a break. We have ten days left so it's still enough time. It's nighttime and since Ross and I spent the whole day looking for Ray, we decided to have some fun by going out tonight. We finished getting dressed and left downstairs. The limo came and we got in. The ride on the way there was not complete silence. We did talk a bit, but I knew he still felt guilty about what happened.
We got to the place that looked like it was a bar and club mixed in one. Either way I hope we could have fun. When we got inside the place was lit up. People everywhere dancing, drinking, looking like they didn't have one care in the world. After we paid we went inside and sat down in a booth. Ross looked stiff as we sat down so I ordered us something to drink.
The bottle of champagne came not too long after I ordered it. I poured me a glass and was about to pour Ross one until he stopped me. "That's okay. I really don't want one."
"Are you sure? This isn't usually like you."
"I'm sure," he said looked anywhere but at me. I shurgged it off and kept sipping on the drink. There was so much silence it felt like we could hear crickets if there was nothing around us until Ross spoke up. "I'm bored."
"Oh you want to dance?" I ask.
"Yeah I do," he said. "But first let me get some of this drink." He poured him a glass and guzzled it down.
"I thought you were "fine"," I said.
"Well I guess I should lighten up a little bit. This is Miami and we're in the nightlife scene so why not?" By this point he was on his third drink. I know he wants have a good time but he could slow up a bit.
"Ross, slow down on the drinks. Come on let's dance." I finished my drink and grabbed his hand pulling him to the dance floor. He stumbled as we were walking. When we got to the dance floor we instantly started dancing, or really Ross was grinding on me. I tried to push him off me but he kept coming back on. I didn't want this to lead somewhere else so I said I had to go use the bathroom.
"Okay, don't keep me waiting too long," he said and then kissed my cheek. I gave him a fake smile and went off to the bathroom.
As I walked, in I bumped into someone on accident. We said sorry at the same time, but that voice sounded familiar. I looked back and saw familiar looking hair on this guy. I pulled him back to me. I knew it was him. He looked like he was ready to start swinging until he saw me.
"Craig?" he asked sounding surprised.
"The one and only," I said making us chuckle a little bit. There was a few more seconds of us standing there in silence until he hugged me tightly. Of course I hugged back.
"Oh I'm so happy to see you again," he said. "The last I know you were still in the hospital unconscious."
"Yeah, I got your note. Speaking of that why did you leave New York? I nearly went crazy when I found out you were gone."
The smile on his face dropped and it took him a few seconds to answer. "Honestly, I couldn't take it anymore there. I mean it was upsetting to leave you but I wanted to start over somewhere else, which is why I'm in Miami."
"Oh," I said. "Well good for you. I'm guessing you really like it down here."
"I do, actually," he said. We stood there for a few more seconds until we heard someone else come in. It happen to be Ross stumbling in.
"Prod, there you are." He came over to attempt to hug me, but ended up falling on me. He stood up laughing and then turned around to see Ray. "Oh who is this?"
"Ross, this is Ray. The one who I told you about." He looked at him up and down before giggling.
"Oh so this is the prostitute you were telling me about." He giggled some more as Ray's face looked heated.
"Well hello to you too Ross." I could hear the anger in his voice as he was trying to be civil. "Well Prodigy, I guess I should be heading out. Let me give you my number so we can talk." He gave me his number and headed out the bathroom.
"Bye, Mr. Prosti-" I covered Ross's mouth before he could finish that. He struggled to get my hand from around his mouth but it didn't work.
"That's it we're going home," I said as I started dragging us out the bathroom.
"But I don't wanna go," Ross whined.
"Ross, you're drunk as hell." I dragged us to the entrance of the club. I reached for Ross's phone, which he took it as me getting touchy-feely with him. I called the limo driver and he said he would be here in a few. While we we're waiting, Ross started to feel on me. He came closer as he started rubbing his right hand up and down my chest. I slapped it away from me only for his left to slap my butt. "Ross, stop. You're engaged remember?"
He rolled his eyes. "I know, but that doesn't mean we can have a little fun of our own." He started kissing my neck which I will admit felt good but I don't want to regret it. I pushed him away making him get mad at me and turn away.
The limo finally came and I let Ross go in first, but not without me helping him in. After helping him in I closed the door behind me and the limo driver took off. We weren't even two minutes into the ride and Ross already tried to touch on me again. "Come on, Prod. I know you want me." He kissed me from my face down to my neck. "Wouldn't it be exciting if we did it in a limo?" He started to unzip my pants and that's where I thought it crossed the line.
"Uh-Uh Ross. Move!" I tried pushing him off of me only for him to resist. "Ross get off of me!" I ended up pushing him too hard onto the floor. I felt bad and tried to help him up only for him to push my hand away. Ross got back up in the seats and didn't speak to me for the rest of the ride.
We finally arrived back at the hotel and I let Ross go first again. I thanked the driver and we walked back in the hotel with Ross still mad at me. When got to our rooms Ross just plopped down on the bed while I was getting comfortable. I looked over at Ross and couldn't help but to feel bad.
"Ross I'm sorry for pushing you so hard, but you got Keith remember?" I asked trying to make an apology.
He looked up at me with eyes that looked like that were about to spill tears. "I don't care, Prod. I don't love him." He got up and stood right in front of me. "I love you." He kissed me and I will admit it felt good, but I couldn't do this to him. He's just drunk that's all.
I pushed him off me and before he could come back to kiss me again I grabbed his shoulders to stop him. "Ross, I'm telling you you are drunk. You have Keith and you love him very much as the same goes for him. Now please settle down and go to sleep so this drunk phase can ware off." He looked at me with his dark brown eyes that eventually started producing tears. He pushed away from me and went to go get ready for bed. I took a deep breath and got ready for bed myself. When was done getting putting on his pajamas I said goodnight to him, only for him to flip me off and head straight to bed. I let it go and decided to get in bed myself, but not before thinking about Ray and how I finally found him. Now all I need to do is get him to New York to help Roc and then I'm free.
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