Fae and Gabby 2: Return of The Walkers

Chapter 18

Another chapter! This is where the action starts! And what better way to start the action but with a little music?

Lyrics for this chapter is Right Now by Fort Minor!

Enjoy!~

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"All right, people. The rest of you will be in the back while Caesar and I will sit in the front. We need to move now," Fae ordered, as she went to the passenger seat. The two back doors of the van was open for the rest of the members.

"Sorry I ain't got no more chairs for everyone. I was rushing like hell before my moms come back home and notice her van was gone. Only two seats are there for Hiro and Shani so they can be near their computer tracking thing," Caesar explained once everyone started climbing inside the van.

He turned towards Layla. "But I'll make an exception for you, girl. You can come to the front and sit on my lap," he offered. Layla scoffed at the suggestion. "And why would I agree on that?" she asked. "Because I'm mad comfortable than these floors," Caesar pointed out, touching the metal ground.

Layla climbed inside the van as she responded, "I'll take my chances." Caesar smiled as he rolled his eyes. "A'ight. Be like that. But after this is over, you gon' roll with me?" Layla raised an eyebrow. "Roll with you?" she repeated. "You know, like a date. Before you go back to The Hood, give a nigga a chance. You gonna go on a date with me?" Caesar asked.

"Just when we're about to save your friends, you thinking about a date?" Layla replied. "Ay, I might as well ask before I miss my chance. So what you say? You gon' give up all this or naw?" Caesar questioned, gesturing himself.

The Palestinian girl smirked at the New Yorker's confident proposal, then proceeded close to his ear.

"Chances are if we make it to the factory and make it out alive, then maybe I'll consider rolling with you..." she whispered, seductively.

Caesar grinned as he told everyone else, "Come on, people! I ain't got all day! We need to go to that factory now!"

Layla laughed while the Brooklyn boy run to the driver's seat.

Meanwhile, JC and Gabby were sitting on the floor beside each other. "Damn, homie. Look at that big ass rock you wearing. Shinin' and shit," Gabby complimented.

JC laughed while he touched his earrings. "Appreciate it, G. I be getting all my diamonds," he gloated. "Where you get these earrings from?" Gabby asked. "Back home. Yo, it cost me a fortune for these. About a thousand dollars worth!" he told her. Gabby raised an eyebrow at him.

"A'ight, a'ight. A hunnid dollars, but they still be worth a thousand if I sell them," The young teenage boy admitted. "Shit, give it to me for twenty dollars. Ain't nobody got time for a thousand dollar earrings," Gabby stated. "Even if they real diamonds?" JC reminded.

The young mixed girl scoffed, as she repeated, "Like I said, ain't nobody got time for a thousand dollar earrings. Especially people from Granike."

The duo laughed while the blonde girl approached them. Once they noticed Cindy, Gabby greeted, "What up, C-Murph?" while JC stared at her.

"Yeah...what up? Uh, listen G. You don't mind if I talk to you alone? I needs to tell you something," Cindy confessed. "For real? A'ight, then. JC, you mind -"

"Naw, it's all good. I was about to chill with Layla, anyway. Peace," JC interrupted Gabby as he went to the other side, avoiding eye contact with Cindy.

Gabby was confused while Cindy sat beside her. "Damn! One minute, nigga cool as hell, then the next, he's being all salty," she observed. Cindy sighed. "I don't blame him."