Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

September 29, 1992

~Tia's P.O.V~

"-A stereotype." I cut Donald off offended. "If you can cook, you can cook. No matter what coast or country you're from." I said turning my head at an angle.

"You right. But, I have a question." Donald said smacking on his steak.

"Shoot." I took a sip of water.

"What I wanna know is, how do you squat so long with high heels on?" Donald said throwing his drink back and slamming the glass down. It was a lot of liquor in that cup and he just took that junk to the head. He looked up at me with his head slightly down, raised eyebrows, and his bottom lip in his mouth.

"Boy, what did you just ask- I don't think you need anymore of that." I said about to grab the bottle as he began pouring more of the brown liquid into his cup.

He said as his hand landed on the bottle before mines did. "Aht-aht. You think a nigga drunk? I only had like three shot, I ain't even tipsy."

"You sure?" I chuckled. "Yo behind over here asking some weird ol' questions."

"Weird? In what way? I just asked, how do you squat so long in heels? It's a harmless and simple question."  He said looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "Trust me, I know when I'm drunk, and what I drank ain't shit."

"The heel gives you some type of leverage. It's more stable. That's the best way to explain it." I said looking at him then taking a bite of mashed potatoes.

Donald looked at me mid chew. "Good to know. How long are you stayin' up here?"

"I'm only here for three more days. There's nothing for me to do here, since I'm only twenty. My mama and them wanted to come too, which is the ONLY reason I'm staying a little longer than intended." I shrugged.

"Damn, so fuck me right?" He laughed.

"Of course I came here to see you, but y'all are only staying for two more days and y'all are gone."

"A'ight, I'm sure there's something for you to do. It ain't all just ALL Casino's. You know what I'm saying?"

"I do, but where?" I rested my elbow on my crossed legs, and my chin on my hand.

"Shit, ion know. I do grown man shit." He chuckled leaning back in his chair.

"Yeah, and I know exactly what that means." I mumbled.

He was fixing to say something but there was a knock at the door. "I'll be back." He said getting up and going to get the door. I couldn't see the door from where I sat, but I heard the door open. I heard a ladies voice.

"You left so early this morning, and I didn't finish you off like I wanted." I heard the girl say as her heels clicked against the hardwood floor. She was getting closer then she came into view.

She looked at me then behind her at him. "Who she?"

"Who you to be coming in my shit like you own it? What are you doing here?" Donald said with his hands in his pockets.

"You don't own it either, who is she?" The lady asked pointing at me. "You was just in my bed earlier, and now you with whole 'nother girl." The girl asked frowning. "Who you?" She turned to me again. I just looked back and forth between the two, amused at it all. My friend is such a whore, he and Tupac.

JoJo entered the room looking confused as they come. "What is going on up in here?" He asked but was ignored.

"What? First of all, she ain't no girl, she's a woman. Secondly, you gon' lower yo goddamn tone in this bitch. I may not own it, but staying here comes out of my check. Why you bringing up old shit? Listen, you can bounce." Donald said calmly pointing in the direction of the door.

"Old shit? Nigga you was just in my room this morning. I come in here and you got this big titty bitch in here. Who're you sweetie?" She said with a false smile. "So you can't speak?"

"Bitch? Sweetie? Lady, I don't know you, nor do I care to, for you to be calling me all these names. But this man is NOT my man, and I dang sure ain't about to fight over him." I chuckled but not in amusement this time. I been through enough drama being around my family back home, I do not have the time for some random person.

"I don't like to get physical, but the way you're inching closer seems like you wanna get there." I continued with a slightly raised voice. I was now standing up, snatched my glasses off, and kicked off my heels. My adrenaline was rising.

Donald looked at me with raised eyebrows, then back at her. He walked between the both of us. "Go..." He said to her pointing to the door again. "Remember, you gotta be onstage, and ion think you want your face fucked up. I highly suggest that you leave." He said coolly.

"Okay, if you ever want some pussy from me again, don't ask me." She rolled her eyes. Before she walked of she spoke to me. "You need to control your man, and the next time you stand up like you wanna fight, we can whenever I see you." She said in a menacing tone.

"It that a threat? Because if it is, we can settle it right now, so it won't have to be a next time." I said to her with my arms crossed and a smirk on my face. "Boy you better get her!" I said from behind him.

Donald was standing there between us. She charged at me and I went around him. JoJo grabbed her while DeVanté grabbed me. "Get out..." He said to her seemingly calm, but he was far from it. His eyebrows looked like Dalvin's, so I knew he was angry.

The door slammed. Donald went and made sure she left and locked the door. JoJo was standing there still confused. "Yo, what the hell happened? Who she?" JoJo said pointing in the direction the girl went in.

"Sit yo ass down." Donald said to me coming back in the room and stood in my face.

          I looked at him like he was out of his mind. He looked back at me matching my expression, and raised his eyebrow. I was pissed but sat down and he followed suit.

"You really was trying to fight this girl? You really thought I was goin' to let her touch you? Especially when this ain't have shit to do with you." Donald said looking at me.

I frowned at him. "How was I supposed to know? This is the second time something like this has happened with you. Some chick in my face on some bull. It ain't have nothing to do with me, but when she stepping up to me, what'd you expect me to do? Stay seated? Especially with the name calling and hostility in her tone. I-"

Donald cut me off. "Look, my point is that you have WAY more at risk than her. You have a movie comin' out in like a month. When them people ask you all them questions, you gon' be nothing but positive, then they gon' bring this up. Asking how you positive but beat somebody ass.

You mess her face up, she would for sure sue you. They won't believe me if I was to say she started it all. That girl ain't hardly got shit to lose but a couple 'a shows. You on the other hand getting deeper into the business and could lose anything lined up for you. You already know who gon' be the villain in all this, the most successful one; you. She ain't een on yo level, so chill. Don't do that again." Donald finally finished.

"Like I said before, I didn't know what she was about to do, nor did I know if you were going to do anything. It was a reflex. You're right though, halfway anyways." I chuckled.

"Yo, who the hell was that?" JoJo said still standing there confused.

"She a dancer, she been on tour with us since we started. We see her all the time, you know 'er." Donald said finally paying JoJo some attention.

"I ain't ever seen her in my whole life. I don't know that girl. She's not on tour with us." JoJo said laughing.

"She- now that I think about it, last night was the first time I saw her..." Donald said staring into space. "Who the hell is she then?" Donald said mostly to himself, confused.

"I'm just playin', nigga she is a dancer. You don't know who you be with? Talkin' about me, dumb ass..." JoJo laughed mumbling the last part.

I shook my head at Donald. "Dude, you are RIDICULOUS. You really should consider sex therapy. "

"Nahh, ion think it's that bad, he a man." JoJo said shrugging.

"What's that supposed to mean, JoJo?" I asked him.

"Ion know, but that food was bangin'. That crab wasn't better than mines though." JoJo pretended to scratch his private parts.

"Disgusting..." I mumbled.

"No, but for real I can throw down on some crab legs. You gotta try them." JoJo said laughing.

"I'm down." I responded.

"Alright, I'm 'bout to take my ass to sleep. Before I go, do I need to stay a lil longer? Will another women come up in here trying to fight?" JoJo asked both of us but specifically to Donald.

"Nahh, you can go." Donald waved off, eating the last of his food.

"Goodnight, JoJo. Thanks." I told him.

"At least SOMEBODY thankful I came in here. You welcome, goodnight." JoJo said to me. "Rude ass nigga..." He trailed off walking to his room.

I chuckled loudly. "What you laughin' for? What he say?" Donald asked me.

I shook my head at him. "Nothing."

"You done eatin'?" He asked me pouring another drink.

"Mmhm, I'm full now."

"Yo ass barely ate. That's why you look smaller than the last time I saw you. I did miss you, though."  He said seriously. "I can't lie though, I was mad as hell that you said you weren't coming. My bad for not calling you or answering your calls." He chuckled. "Thanks for all of this."

"I'm cutting, so my stomach can only take so much." I shrugged. "Who knew DeVanté Swing could be so mushy?" I said pretending to be shocked.

"I'm a grown ass man, baby. This grown ass man may be a lot of shit, but mushy? Nahhh. Honest? Yeahhh." He said smiling and nodding.

"I knew you were angry. JoJo even confirmed it." I shrugged. "Besides, who isn't going to miss Miss Tia~Nakia?" I said with raised eyebrows and my hands to my shoulders. 🤷🏾

"Damn, when you get so cocky? It's been five months and you like this." He said taken aback.

"Y'all are rubbing off on me. You and Tupac. Been hanging around y'all more than anybody else this year." I cheesed.

"If anything, you rubbing off on me. I said that earlier today." He told me.

"I missed you, but you already knew that." I laughed. An idea popped into my head. "Hey, you got a pair of clean socks?"

"Nah, all I got is dirty ones," Donald said sarcastically. "Duhh, with ya dumb ass. I'm on tour. What do you need them for?" He asked.

"You know what, I'll let that one go." I said pointing to him. "Can I get a pair?" I asked.

"Uhh, suurrreee. Why do you need them?" He dragged on.

"Uhh, because I wore heels here." I said in a 'duuhhhh' tone.

"And that's supposed to meeeaaannn?"

"Just get them, please." I laughed.

"A'ight, damn..." He got up and went into his room. He came back out in the span of five minutes. "Here." He handed them to me.

"Thanks. Dalvin and K-Ci stay across the hall right?" I asked sniffing the socks.

"Yeah..." He nodded slowly. "Yo, why you smelling the sock for?" He laughed sitting back down.

I slid my feet into the socks. "I need them because we're about to ding dong ditch them dudes. I can run in heels, but I do want to take a chance with falling this time. I dang sure ain't walking out in those halls barefooted. Now, come on." I grabbed his wrist.

"You for real?" He asked laughing.

"Nahh, I'm for fake. Get up, so we can go." I said standing up.

"This some kid shit." He said standing up. "I'm a grow-"

"You're a grown man. Okay, I get it!" I laughed. "We're about to bring out the inner child in you. Come sir." I motioned him to follow me with my hands.

"I'm coming. Damn..." He walked over to me. "

We went into the hallway. "Me first." I said to him.

"Fine with me. Go right ahead." He motioned.

We stood at the door. I took a deep breath. "Are you ready?" I asked and he nodded. I knocked loudly on the door three times and we booked it around the corner. We were peeking to see who'd answer it.

The door opened, "Who the fuck knocking on the damn door like the cops!?" We heard K-Ci's loud mouth.

Donald and I snickered. I snickered louder than him though. He elbowed me, basically telling me to quiet down. Then the door slammed shut. "You loud as hell." Donald said looking at me with wide eyes, with his head tilted. "We gon' get caught."

I smacked my lips at him. "It's your turn." We started walking down the hall to their hotel room. 

"Alright," he knocked- no banged on the door a good five times, then we ran as fast as we could, laughing.

We quieted down as we heard footsteps. "Somebody fucking with me!" K-Ci spoke out loud.

          Donald and I peeked our eye's around the corner. His head above mine, and his front right against me back. Before I could laugh any louder, his hands went over my mouth, muffling my laughs.

K-Ci went back inside the hotel room, and closed the door. "You go by yo' self this time.." Donald said to me.

"Okay, and get off my behind." I said bumping him. I walked down the hall, knocked on the door, and booked it. It was all under the time span of a minute. I went back to my previous spot, around the corner in front of Donald. He was the one laughing loudest this time.

"Shhh..." I said pinching his arm.

"Ssss, muhhfucka that shit hurt." He groaned, pinching me back, but to his dismay I laughed. It's a thin line between pain and pleasure, and sometimes the human body can't tell the difference. He looked at me like a mad women, and was about to say something.

The door opened and K-Ci came trudging out. "If this is payback for me fucking you and leaving you, I'm sorry! Whoever you are!" K-Ci said loudly, but not loud enough for people in their rooms to hear.

          Me and Donald looked at each other with similar expressions. We both were on the verge of bursting out with laughter. The door slammed. We finally let it out.

"Yo titties was just bouncing with a care in the world. You even tried to hold them, they said 'NOPE!' That shit is crazy." He finally let out still laughing.

I looked at him with with squinted eyes, and my hand on my hip. I scoffed at him, but let out a laugh. "Okay, that was funny. You're next, though."

We went in rotation two more times, and it was now Donald's turn.
"A'ight," he said. "We both do it this time."

"Cool." I shrugged. We walked to the door. "Five knocks, okay?" I told him.

"Let's go," we banged in sync five times, and took off running. Donald's head wobbled to one side, and he tripped over his left leg.

"Get up. Ol' clumsy behind." I said grabbing his hand, trying to help him up, but then we heard the door click. I ran, leaving him on the floor.

"Wow!" He yelled at me as I turned the corner. Mind you, this man was still laying on the floor, not trying to help himself. Yet, he was surprised I left. "Tia!" He called out.

"Nigga that was you!?" Dalvin said to his brother. "

"Nigga, I told you somebody was fucking with us!" K-Ci grimaced. I bursted into laughter, loud laughter.

"You might as well come from around there, Tia. We hear you." I heard Dalvin say.

          I was cracking up, losing my breath as I laughed. My body fell weak at the amount of oxygen I was losing. I fell over on my knees on Donald, WHO WAS STILL LAYING THERE ON THE FLOOR. I tried to catch my breath, hunched over on Donald's back.

"Calm down, you red as hell. Breathe mama, damn." Donald said laughing at me. Everybody was laughing.

I was breathing hard as heck, still attempting to catch my breath. "Okay," I said appearing to be calming down. "I can't!" I bursted out laughing again.

"Y'all play too much." K-Ci said shaking his head.

"What did you give her? She acting like she took something." Dalvin asked Donald.

"You- wh- why are- why are you sti- still laying here li- like you broke you're le-legs or something." I said between laughter and catching my breath. "Yo big head made you lose your balance." I laughed again.

"Calm down." Dalvin said helping off his brother.

"I ca- can't!" I said my knee bucking as I laughed harder. I used Dalvin as clutch to stand.

Donald finally stood up. "You just left me there. Fuck me, huh?"

I finally caught my breath. I reenacted his fall. From the head bobble to the dramatic fall. "Yo you petty as hell!" K-Ci said laughing.

"That's how this nigga fell?" Dalvin asked me, and I nodded.

"No, her evil ass tripped me." Donald pointed to me, lying through his teeth.

"You're telling stories. You know dang well I didn't trip you." I laughed.

"We know, his ass just feel embarrassed." Dalvin said to me.

"Clumsy ass nigga." K-Ci said.

"Why was you still on the floor?" I asked. "You were so mad at me but didn't even attempt to help yourself. I tried to help you, and you just laid there like you were crippled or something." I said shaking my head.

"Yo, you red as hell. Yo whole body red." Dalvin said shaking his head.

"That's them light skinned people." K-Ci laughed.

"Brown," I corrected. "But, we just decided to do something else beside staying in."

"We? This was your idea, I just agreed to do it." Donald said.

"Cause you a lil bitch." K-Ci pointed. "It's a bad bitch birthday today!" K-Ci said in a rachet women's voice, snapping his fingers.

I laughed hard. "Ahh, here she go again." Dalvin said shaking his head at me.

"And I ain't give her shit. She acts like this a lot, goofy as hell." Donald said shaking his head.

"Not Tia? She always on serious mode when we around. Y'all sure y'all ain't smoke no weed or nothin'?" Dalvin said shocked.

"Told y'all, you ain't know 'er like I do. C'mon, let's go." Donald motioned for me to follow him. "Imma catch y'all nigga tomorrow." He waved off Dalvin and K-Ci.

"It's a bad butch birthday!" We heard K-Ci repeat, snapping his fingers as we closed the door to Donald and JoJo's hotel room.

Donald looked at me shaking his head. "That nigga need some major help..."

September 30, 1992

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

           I woke up to whimpering, above me. I was sleeping on the floor, Tia was on the bed, like I said it would be. I rubbed my eyes, and opened them. I looked at the clock, and it reads 3:03 a.m. The only light was from moon shining from the slight opening of the curtains. The whimpering was still occurring. I threw the blanket off of my body and slowly got up. I sat on the bed beside her, my back against tbe headboard. I noticed she was still asleep. Must be some type of nightmare.

"Tia," I whispered slightly shaking her. I ran my hands through her loose hair, her scarf was on the pillow. She then began to hyperventilate in her sleep.

"Aye, wake up." I said closer to her ears this time. "Get up, it's just a dream." Her breathing calmed down but it was still irregular. I lifted up my head up and rested it against the headboard.

          Tia's whole upper body flipped over onto my legs. Her eyes opened. I swear, the white part of her eyes were red and her irises were slightly glowing. What the hell? Maybe it's just the way the moon is shinning on her. She looked up at me, with a "who're you?" look in her eyes. Tears were pouring out from each eye.

(Tia's eyes are still brown but glowing.)

           She blinked and when her eyes opened back up, fear was evident in her eyes. Her hand right hand went up to cover her face. I grabbed her hand, and she snatched it away from me with a whimper. She held her hand up to the sky, her whimpering continued. I'm officially scared, my heart sped up.

"Yo, you good?" I asked frowning down at her.

          Her hand was still up, and her eyes met mine. They were opened wide. Sweat was perspiring on her forehead. Tia still seemed to be lost in a daze, staring up at me. Her tears fell down the side of her face, and onto my shorts.

"It's me, Donald..." I ran my hands through her hair. Her breathing calmed and her eyes closed. Within five minutes she was back asleep, her head still in my lap. I put the scarf back on her head as best as I could. Black women don't play about their hair.

          I looked up at the ceiling. Ummm, what the hell was that!? I scooted down carefully lifting her head, not too much. I was now in a slouching position while her head was rested on my lower stomach. I stared at the ceiling, my mind trying to comprehend what just happened. I looked down at her head that was slightly moving up and down, due to my steady breathing. I moved down more, making my back touch the bed, and my head on the pillow. I put my arms behind my head. She shifted, getting comfortable on top of me. After a while, I fell into a deep slumber.

          Hours later I woke up to Tia stirring on top of me. I opened my eyes, looked down at her head still on top of me, then I looked at the sun peaking through the curtains. I looked down and Tia was looking up at me, dead in my eyes. My eyes widened. Not this shit again...

"Are you okay?" She softly asked.

Me? Am I okay? No, are you okay? "I'm good."

"How we get like this?" She said sitting up. "Where's my scarf?"

Are you serious? "You don't remember?" I asked.

"No..." She made a confused face "Remember what?" She chuckled.

"Nevermind." I sat up.

"Okay, you're acting weird..." She sang smiling at me.

Again, ME!? "Here go yo scarf." I grabbed it fron the floor, and handed it to her. I must have done a bad job tying it.

"Thanks," she said grabbing it. "I bet my hair looks terrible." She scooted off the bed and looked in the mirror.  "If I knew I'd be sleeping over I would have made sure to bring my bonnet."

"Ahh, it's not bad. It's not bad at all." I stood up, rubbing my eyes.

She shook her head back and forth, left to right. Trying to loosen it some. "So, what's todays plans?" She asked me turning around.

"You look good waking up, for a change." I chuckled.

"And your breath still smell the same." She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Fuck you." I laughed.

"In your dreams, pretty boy." She shot back laughing, but little does she know... I awkwardly laughed out.

"Why are you laughing?" She asked me with raised eyebrows.

"Inside joke." I chuckled. Yeah, deep inside some tight, wet, convulsing walls... Dreams can feel so real.

"You're breathing hard, are you okay? Need some water?" She asked concerned with her hand against my forehead.

I exhaled and inhaled deeply, "Nah, I'm good." I nodded at her, removing her hand from my forehead.

Authors Note: I promise you this book is not a supernatural book.

Word Count: 4,240

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