Between The Lines (Tyga Love Story)

5. Mad

All Rights Reserved

Mad - Neyo

~ Dawn ~

Don't think about it, be about it. Don't be scared to take it to the head. My ringtone rang in the car as I sat there with my mom. She wanted to have a girls day out, and we were just about done. But, it seemed like all she wanted to talk about was me and Michael's relationship.

"Is that him?" She asked pulling into the drive-through of Checkers. I laughed and nodded. Even though it was annoying that she asked that everytime I got a phone call, it was nice to know she was trying to get involved and care. I picked up the phone.

"Hey, Ty," I said leaning back in the chair staring out the window.

"Hey, Dee," He replied and continued. "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to accompany me to go to Sharon's party tonight?" I laughed at the way he put it. And shook my head as if he could see me.

"I don't know.. I don't really like parties like that.." I said slowly. I knew he was going to be disappointed. "You know that."

"Yeah, I know," He sighed. "But, babe.." I got ready for a whole explaination as to why I should go with him. "This party gon' be popping. And not only that, but I'mma need my baby on my arm if I go."

I sighed, too. "Okay, I'll go."

"Thanks, babe. I'mma pick you up at 8:30. Love you." He said making kissy sounds over the phone.

"I love you, too, Soulja boy," I said referring to the fact that he was "kissing me through the phone". He laughed. "Alright, Bye." I said, realizing that my mom was probably listening to the whole conversation.

"Bye." I hung up the phone and turned towards my mom was chewing on fries like a cow. I didn't even realize when she ordered. I took some, too, and ate them just like she did and we continued talking the rest of the ride home. I loved my mom. She wasn't like most mom's who were always in their child's business, locking their child up, or trying to keep them from having a social life. She was always down for whatever i wanted to do as long as I was safe and I didn't bring home any babies.

--------------

"Hey, girl!" My half drunk friend said running over to me giving me a hug, I hugged her back out of respect, but I really didn't like the way her breath smelled at the moment. "What's up?!" She asked, and I just walked away, I saw her shrug and keep it moving out of the corner of my eye. I sat down on the couch and let out a deep breath. So, basically Ty brought me to this party, full of people I don't like, and he left me to go chill with his friends? I shook my head after thinking about it, slowly getting more and more heated as the seconds went by. After about a minute of contemplating what my next move would be, I finally decided that I wanted to go home, and take my ass to bed. I don't give a shit if it was a Saturday night, I sure as hell didn't want to spend it here. I walked up to Michael who was laughing and making jokes with his friends. I tapped him on the back of his shoulder.

"Wha--" He started, then turned around realizing that it was me, and that I wasn't happy. "Oh, hey, baby." He said trying to lean forward and give me a hug like he didn't even know I was in this house. I pushed him back a little, smelling his breath that smelled like he had a little too much to drink. I looked into his eyes and realized they were glazed. He was high, too.

"Take me home, Ty." I said quietly so I wouldn't cause a scene.

"B-But, the party just started--" He stuttered, and his words were slurred.

"Take. Me. Home." I said pronunciating my words correctly just in case he wasn't understanding what I was saying.

"Babe, stop being like that," He said wrapping his arms around my waist. I pulled it off, and glared at him.

"I said take me home, Michael!" I didn't let him protest anymore. I was more than mad at this point as I walked outside towards his car. He knew I was mad because when i call him Michael, I'm either in a real good mood, or a real bad one. I knew he'd follow behind me when I stormed out, that's just the way he is. Sober or drunk.

"I-I'm sorry, Baby," He said trying to hug me, and I shrugged it off.

"Gimme the keys." I said outstretching my hands. He shook his head no. "I'm not letting you drive home drunk." I put it so bluntly that he ended up slapping them into my hands. He got into the passenger seat, and I got in the driver's seat, pulling off and driving home. I dropped him off first and took his car home with me. I was not going to walk home at this time.

An hour into my beauty rest, I heard knocking on my window. I looked at and nearly fell off my bed, but realized it was a drunk Michael. I walked over to it, opening it and stepping backwards as I noticed that it was raining outside now and the water was splashing in. He stepped inside wet, and tried shaking his jacket of water on my floor. "What're you doing here?" I asked annoyed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I came to apologize. I don't want you mad at me."

"Leave," I said cold-heartedly. "Now."

"I won't leave until you accept my apology, Dawn," He said coming closer to me. I sighed and rolled my eyes, he looked calmer than earlier at least, but I still wasn't happy. "Please," He continued. " I don't want you going to bed mad at me.." I sighed again. This nigga thinks he's Neyo.

"I'm not mad at you, Michael." I said slowly putting my guard down.

"Really?" He asked surprised.

"Nah. Actually I'm mad as hell. But, you're right. I don't want to go to bed mad at you neither. But, I don't know." He leaned over and kissed me, but I pulled away. "Michael, you're still drunk. Don't kiss me 'till your breath is good again. Now, go." I said pointing to the window.

"Okay, but really. Please don't go to bed mad at me .." I rolled my eyes, arms still crossed over my chest, and as he slowly started walking away towards the window, I started feeling bad for him.

"Wait .."

_________________________________

A/N: Thanks for reading, y'all. Feedback would be greatly appreciated .. and fanning, voting. commenting, and adding this story to your reading lists would also be more than greatly appreciated.

~Diamond Life~