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Chapter Three -playing catch up

Evan and Ross are getting to "know" each other when really I know Feather is talking Ross' ear off and Evan is slowly trying to get back to editing. I'm out of my shower and drying my hair, I call Ross in my room. Im dressed in a cream lace top with a white undershirt and ripped boyfriend jeans and black suede pumps.

I'm wave curling my hair so it looks a bit natural, I began to ask Ross questions about some people back at home.

"Shanna and Robert?"

"Married"

"Frank?"

"Has a baby mama"

"Jaycee?"

"Pregnant"

"Okay, so you?" I ask Ross.

"Me? Single." He answers.

"What happened?" I ask. He doesn't answer, instead he looks down and sighs. I hit something.. I need to know what.

After I fix my makeup.

-20 minutes later.

"Evan!" I yell and Evan pops his head from his computer screen; editing.

"Where are the keys?" He throws them, a bit too tough and hits the windows as I'm trying to catch them.

"You need to chill... Okay let's go" I tell Ross. I fix my heels and lead to the elevator. Damn I'm lucky to have this shit.

"You live at such an expensive apartment, how can you afford?"

"I'm a part time YouTuber slash dancer slash college kid. I make a lot. Evan is a half YouTuber slash game console controller designer. Feather... Well she helps me design clothes, these jeans were her idea." I saw when we get in the elevator and almost to the 2nd second.

"You and Feather did good. Most of us just sit at home and go to work, workout, go to school and repeat. How can you handle?"

"During summer I dance, I post twice a week on YouTube and study for five days straight. Its tough, but I got Evan to help me study and relieve some stress" I told Ross.

"What kind of stress relieving? Like feathers ears bleeding type?"

I smile and shake my head. I stop in front of the car and look at Ross. He needs to shut up lol.

"We go airsofting with Feather and go play ball down the street. Our sex isn't a stress reliever." I tell him.

We get on the freeway and Guap by Big Sean comes on. I haven't heard this song in years! I turn it up and cough to get ready to rap (yee!)

The beginning starts and I hum to it, yes

"I need fifty three k large, my mama needs a new crib, my daddy need a new car so ima be going so hard, Detroit it my yard, I need a seventeen car garage, I need a seventeen menage. I need a jail house to free my dogs. I done paid taxes, paid dues, paid bills my whole life.

So ima throw money up in the air, like I'm trying to pay the sky. Told myself man if I can't live like this, I'd rather die.

I give it up to god and he always replies "control your hoes, you let her talk to you crazy. You got baby mama drama, you aint even got no baby". You fugazi, b-boss up, boss up with your time dog. You don't got no time for hoes, I ain't even have time for time off. I'm on" I rap.

I look at Ross and he's recording me, really? I blush and get on the outer lane and turn off to the hills.

"I'm sorry I took you here during the day, this is my thinking spot. Every once and  while I would come out here and just listen to music and watch the sunset. Think about the past, how it haunts me." I tell Ross. He nods and continues to look outside his window. God have I missed this boy.

We get to the spot and we can see everything, he takes a picture and sends it to Robert. We get on the ledge and take more pictures, I missed him. During the pictures I hug him, out my head on his chest and cry. He starts to cry, now we're both crying. Dammit. MY MAKEUP!!

I stop crying.

"My make up is ruined gawhhh." I get mad at him. He laughs and just lookz out into the view. Its beautiful.

"When I found out my sister died, I came out here and cried all night. People trying to get a hold of me, call after call I didn't answer. I cried and cried until I couldn't get any more tears put of me. My head hurt so much, I sat in the back seat and drank water and texted everybody back slowly. I took my time. I hurted so much Ross. I didn't want to go back for her funeral, I couldn't say goodbye. I prayed that everybody would forgive me, some have... Some didn't." I tell him, my heart stings but no years come out. It's been the years since that has happened.

"Evan wasn't there?" He asks. I smile small and look at his eyes. Bloodshot nigga.

"He was" I said.

He nods and I continue to hug him until it gets to hot to bare and go back home.

"And just park right here, I'll get off here" Ross says. I pull over and unlock the doors, we say goodbye and I head back home.

"Evan. Are you done packing?" I ask when I get in the room, he's watching Hockey, oh okay.

"Yeah I even packed your whole side of the closet for you so we can just lay here and watch Hockey" I shrug, what the heck.

"I trust you" I say as I kiss his forehead.

We watch our team and holler like they can hear us. My boy. My special, special Canadian boy.

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Hey what is up guys! My name is Lauren first off and I'm sorry the first two chapters didn't have this but that'll change. Uh, well this is my first fan fiction and if I do have something wrong or a misspelled word please tell me in the comments and I'll fix it as soon as possible. If you haven't already, go ahead and follow me on Twitter! @antelope_lauren (all lower cased) I'll try to update a bit sooner! Love ya!