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Authors: Maurice Hill, Michelle Hunt
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“You think I'm one? You should see Joey Two-Tone. He'd have you, your Mom and even Christine within a three day period. He'd skip town and leave you with the child support yourself. Of course, I have more of a conscience. So when we get to together...”
He patted my shoulder. He was handsome, but my heart, and soul belonged to TB4. I didn't even know him, but I knew we were soul mates.
“...I promise to take care of you? Good?”
I smirked. “Right.” I put my hair back. “So-”
“What are you three doing here?”
TB4 showed up along with the rest of the Initiates, and Limp Ussy stood behind him like an ominous shadow. We jumped at his image.
Al composed himself quick and said, “Um-um-um, enjoying the fresh air sir.”
“We're in-doors,” said TB4, putting his arms together, clutching a shirt. He put the blue shirt on with disdain and frowned. “But I get what you mean. Come on, I have some shit to do in the district.
Since I can't leave you all alone, I figure, why not get your first tattoos done? I could kill two birds with a stone this way.”
He walked in front of us, leading the pack and to the doors. “Tattoos?” I asked.
He turned. “Yeah, Mika. Tattoos. You know, permanent marks on your skin.”
“How come you don't have one?” I said, with a slight smirk. I really wanted to make sure he knew I was flirting with him. That way, we can at least have some rapport before we sleep together.
He smiled and his dimples were like huge wide holes in his cheeks. Soooo cuuuute.
“I have my reasons.”
“That doesn't make sense,” said Christine, screwing up my flirt yet again. “How the Hell don't you have a tattoo? That's mandatory for all initiates.”
“I wasn't an initiate. I was here since almost the beginning. I'd say the second year of the factions.” He shrugged. “They just accepted me. That was before this whole tattoo nonsense. When bravery meant standing up for your fellow man and taking a bullet. Not jumping off of a fucking roof.”
Christine pushed her lips in, probably thinking of what to say next, but shook her head, and looked back at us. She mouthed to Al, “Answer for everything.”
Al gave a slight smirk and nodded. “Well sir, we're waiting for you, and the big guy over there! Hey, how you doing my little psychopath?!”
Limp Ussy spit at the floor. “Just fine. I feel like I just got a blow-job from the hottest bitch in the room. Christine for example. I've always loved black chicks. Especially Bi-racial blacks like her.”
“I'm not Bi-racial, and the fact that you're attracted to me isn't flattering.”
Limp giggled like a school girl, and slapped his knees. “Oh boy, I'll give you a bye in our fight, and take you as my wife bitch. Then I'll snap that little wops' ass!”
“Hey!” shouted Steven. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and looked up at Limp.
“Did you really just say that? Wop? I'm Italian too! Want to call me that?!”
TB4 gulped. “Steven, I don't suggest-”
“Shut up! Dammit! I've had enough! Enough! Everyone ignores me, and, and...umm...dammit, what the Hell's your name?”
He looked at the girl that was always with them.
She sighed and said, “Lisa. My name's Lisa and you don't see me making a big deal about being ignored. Hell, I'm just grateful to be here. Now get your puffed up chest away from him before that psycho knocks you out.”
“No! He killed Max! That guy was cool, he was gonna let me screw his hot sister back home and post it all over GET-A-Face-LIFE-Book, but no...thanks to this...this...”
He looked back up at Limp and poked his chest. Limp giggled with each poke, as if Steven was tickling him.
Al shook his head, hugging Hailey tight. “Oh shit, this isn't gonna be good. Hey Hailey, go get a mop and a bucket. We're gonna need it.”
Hailey saluted. “Right on, brother!” She ran to wherever the cleaning closet was and Al put both of his arms around Christine and I. “I've seen
He patted my shoulder. He was handsome, but my heart, and soul belonged to TB4. I didn't even know him, but I knew we were soul mates.
“...I promise to take care of you? Good?”
I smirked. “Right.” I put my hair back. “So-”
“What are you three doing here?”
TB4 showed up along with the rest of the Initiates, and Limp Ussy stood behind him like an ominous shadow. We jumped at his image.
Al composed himself quick and said, “Um-um-um, enjoying the fresh air sir.”
“We're in-doors,” said TB4, putting his arms together, clutching a shirt. He put the blue shirt on with disdain and frowned. “But I get what you mean. Come on, I have some shit to do in the district.
Since I can't leave you all alone, I figure, why not get your first tattoos done? I could kill two birds with a stone this way.”
He walked in front of us, leading the pack and to the doors. “Tattoos?” I asked.
He turned. “Yeah, Mika. Tattoos. You know, permanent marks on your skin.”
“How come you don't have one?” I said, with a slight smirk. I really wanted to make sure he knew I was flirting with him. That way, we can at least have some rapport before we sleep together.
He smiled and his dimples were like huge wide holes in his cheeks. Soooo cuuuute.
“I have my reasons.”
“That doesn't make sense,” said Christine, screwing up my flirt yet again. “How the Hell don't you have a tattoo? That's mandatory for all initiates.”
“I wasn't an initiate. I was here since almost the beginning. I'd say the second year of the factions.” He shrugged. “They just accepted me. That was before this whole tattoo nonsense. When bravery meant standing up for your fellow man and taking a bullet. Not jumping off of a fucking roof.”
Christine pushed her lips in, probably thinking of what to say next, but shook her head, and looked back at us. She mouthed to Al, “Answer for everything.”
Al gave a slight smirk and nodded. “Well sir, we're waiting for you, and the big guy over there! Hey, how you doing my little psychopath?!”
Limp Ussy spit at the floor. “Just fine. I feel like I just got a blow-job from the hottest bitch in the room. Christine for example. I've always loved black chicks. Especially Bi-racial blacks like her.”
“I'm not Bi-racial, and the fact that you're attracted to me isn't flattering.”
Limp giggled like a school girl, and slapped his knees. “Oh boy, I'll give you a bye in our fight, and take you as my wife bitch. Then I'll snap that little wops' ass!”
“Hey!” shouted Steven. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and looked up at Limp.
“Did you really just say that? Wop? I'm Italian too! Want to call me that?!”
TB4 gulped. “Steven, I don't suggest-”
“Shut up! Dammit! I've had enough! Enough! Everyone ignores me, and, and...umm...dammit, what the Hell's your name?”
He looked at the girl that was always with them.
She sighed and said, “Lisa. My name's Lisa and you don't see me making a big deal about being ignored. Hell, I'm just grateful to be here. Now get your puffed up chest away from him before that psycho knocks you out.”
“No! He killed Max! That guy was cool, he was gonna let me screw his hot sister back home and post it all over GET-A-Face-LIFE-Book, but no...thanks to this...this...”
He looked back up at Limp and poked his chest. Limp giggled with each poke, as if Steven was tickling him.
Al shook his head, hugging Hailey tight. “Oh shit, this isn't gonna be good. Hey Hailey, go get a mop and a bucket. We're gonna need it.”
Hailey saluted. “Right on, brother!” She ran to wherever the cleaning closet was and Al put both of his arms around Christine and I. “I've seen
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