"This one is for the boys with the boomin' system. Top down, AC with the coolin' system. And when he come up to the club he be blazin' up. Got stacks on deck like he savin' up." Cara shouted while eating a Ben and Jerry's ice cream. I laugh.

"Okay Cara, chill." She rolled her eyes while smiling.

"What even is chill." She licks her ice cream with a little too much love.

"Okay go make love to your chocolate chunk somewhere else." I say, making a gross face.

"Fuck off." She says.

"Oh shit." I look over at her as she takes out her phone.

"Ugh. I have to go, my mother needs me." Cara says. She stands up, puts on her jacket, gives me a hug and is out the door.

"Bye bitch!" I yell as she shuts the door. She ignored my "bye." What a bitch.

I decided to take a walk since there was nothing to do, nothing on T.V, and nobody to talk to.

I started walking down my street. The sun was setting and the sky was a beautiful yellow with a mix of blue. The clouds were dark and the weather was the perfect warmth to make me comfortable. The street was silent besides the few cars that would pass.

I continued walking. People passed by, some stopping to look at the view. Mainly college students walking their dogs. It's hard to find my street this calm. Mainly people are in a rush and trying to get somewhere. People that were walking were rambling about something. But tonight, it felt very nice.

Suddenly, someone had bumped into me. I fell on my bum, as they did as well.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. My ankle is killing me and I just slipped. I'm super duper sorry." I look up to find a girl. I didn't get a good look at her face.

"Oh. It's okay. Shit happens you know." I say, helping her up. When she stood up, I saw her. The stripper? Karla?

"How do you know my name?" She asked. Oh crap. Did I just say Karla out loud?

"Oh um. Are you a stripper by chance?" I asked. Oh god wait. What if she's ashamed of being a stripper? Why the hell would you ask that?

"I am. Why?" She asks. She is the stripper from a week ago. How odd is it that I run into her.

"Oh. Well my friend, Cara really wanted to go to a strip club for her birthday about a week ago, so we went and well, I saw your performance." I said. She smiled and blushed a little. Her smile is perfection. What am I saying? She probably has like a million STD's.

"Oh, well. Did you like it?" She asks. I mean, I kind of liked it. She is extremely sexy and definitely can dance. I just didn't like the crowd she was performing for.

"Yeah, I liked it." I say. She smiles and I swear, I felt my stomach flip like a pancake.

"Well, maybe I could perform for you sometime." She winks. Oh no. Is she hitting on me? Wait, she's a lesbo? Maybe she's just Bi. Wait, but I'm straight. I'm so freaking confused right now.

"Um. U-uh maybe?" I say. She bites her lip. Oh that was hot. Really hot. What the hell am I talking about?

"Call me Camila. Karla's my real name but, I use that for stripping." I smile at the girl.

"Can I get your phone number?" She says. I nod and write my phone number down on a paper she handed me.

"Awesome." She smiles and starts walking away. I looked down a little just to see and wow were my eyes shocked. Talk about lady boner.

"Bye!" She shouts. I wave. What in the hell just happened?