room, and watched it bust into pieces.
I fucking hated Jahleel Kingston!
At 3:05pm, Amanda, Ferbie, Thomas and I strolled into KnockBack Recording Studios. As it was, Amy and Jamie seemed to know my schedule better than I did; Amanda informed me they were already at the studio waiting for us. With the knowledge of Jahleel shagging one of them the night before he cancelled on me, I wasn’t in the mood to see those two.
Why didn’t I just give them the boot if I hated them so much, you ask? Because I didn’t hate them, hate them. I just didn’t particularly like them. They were ace companions at times, but more often than not, they annoyed the bejesus out of me. Plus the problem might’ve just been me . Because I had issues. Issues unfathomable even to me. Let’s just leave it at that.
Why punish them for loving me?
Ferbie’s phone rang as we shuffled into the lift, and my eyebrows shot up in surprise because, well, no one really called Ferbie unless it was me, Lydia or Timberly. He had zero friends, zero associates, zero girlfriends, along with his zero senses. In spite of that, he was quite content with his life, but he was content because I was sure he didn’t know any better. Maybe I should’ve been a little bit easier on him and let him go out on his own sometimes, but I was too afraid of ending up having to murder someone for fucking with my impeded brother.
“Aye,” he answered. He listened and his grin broadened. “Ah, ah, life’s good…I’m heading to the studio with Ma…No, my sister, Kia…Now?…Why, of course!…okay then. See you.”
By the time Ferbie hung up, everyone was staring at him, gobsmacked.
“That was JK,” he said to me. “He wants me to stop by his studio to test my dancing skills more. He thinks I got talent, yeah?”
Amanda slowly turned her head to look at me and cleared her throat, but stayed quiet.
“Do you like to dance?” I asked him.
Ferbie frowned and looked perplexed as he answered, “You know I’ve always liked dancing, Ma.”
The hell? Since when?
Not wanting to offend him, I asked, “And you want to practice with JK ? He cancelled on me, you know.”
Ferbie suddenly looked frustrated, which shocked me even more. This guy rarely showed any expression of emotion except for a giddy grin.
“So what, Ma? He dumps you, he wants me. Yes, I want to go because…” He paused and stuffed his hands in his coat pockets, turning away from me with a solemn look on his face. “He makes me feel normal. He doesn’t see in me what everyone else sees. He sees talent and purpose and worth. And if that makes someone an arsehole, then, aye, I would love to be an arsehole, too.”
Amanda’s eyes met mine, wide as saucers. Two chats with Grade-A arsehole Jahleel Kingston and now, all of a sudden he could verbalize his feelings? I’d never heard him speak so sensibly before. Was he just playing fool before or what?
“Okay, you may go,” I reluctantly agreed. To Thomas, “You, go with him. And if anyone so much as breathes too harshly in his face, knock them the fuck out and bring my brother home.”
“Sure, Miss Day,” Thomas nodded in acknowledgment as the lift doors opened. “Would you like me to summon Ben here in case we’re not back before you leave?”
“Ah yes, yes.”
I turned and hugged Ferbie, letting him know I loved him before stepping off the lift with Amanda, leaving him and Thomas behind. As the doors closed, I sucked in a panicky breath, wanting to call for him to come back, but Amanda touched my arm and assured, “He’s twenty-eight years old, Kia. He might not be as much of a plonker as we think.”
“I’m just afraid people will mess with him. I don’t want anyone making him feel less of himself.”
“And JK is obviously doing the opposite of that. So I guess you can trust him, yeah?”
Then I was angry all over again, Ferbie forgotten. “Don’t even say that wanker’s name,” I hissed and marched off down the hall to the
I fucking hated Jahleel Kingston!
At 3:05pm, Amanda, Ferbie, Thomas and I strolled into KnockBack Recording Studios. As it was, Amy and Jamie seemed to know my schedule better than I did; Amanda informed me they were already at the studio waiting for us. With the knowledge of Jahleel shagging one of them the night before he cancelled on me, I wasn’t in the mood to see those two.
Why didn’t I just give them the boot if I hated them so much, you ask? Because I didn’t hate them, hate them. I just didn’t particularly like them. They were ace companions at times, but more often than not, they annoyed the bejesus out of me. Plus the problem might’ve just been me . Because I had issues. Issues unfathomable even to me. Let’s just leave it at that.
Why punish them for loving me?
Ferbie’s phone rang as we shuffled into the lift, and my eyebrows shot up in surprise because, well, no one really called Ferbie unless it was me, Lydia or Timberly. He had zero friends, zero associates, zero girlfriends, along with his zero senses. In spite of that, he was quite content with his life, but he was content because I was sure he didn’t know any better. Maybe I should’ve been a little bit easier on him and let him go out on his own sometimes, but I was too afraid of ending up having to murder someone for fucking with my impeded brother.
“Aye,” he answered. He listened and his grin broadened. “Ah, ah, life’s good…I’m heading to the studio with Ma…No, my sister, Kia…Now?…Why, of course!…okay then. See you.”
By the time Ferbie hung up, everyone was staring at him, gobsmacked.
“That was JK,” he said to me. “He wants me to stop by his studio to test my dancing skills more. He thinks I got talent, yeah?”
Amanda slowly turned her head to look at me and cleared her throat, but stayed quiet.
“Do you like to dance?” I asked him.
Ferbie frowned and looked perplexed as he answered, “You know I’ve always liked dancing, Ma.”
The hell? Since when?
Not wanting to offend him, I asked, “And you want to practice with JK ? He cancelled on me, you know.”
Ferbie suddenly looked frustrated, which shocked me even more. This guy rarely showed any expression of emotion except for a giddy grin.
“So what, Ma? He dumps you, he wants me. Yes, I want to go because…” He paused and stuffed his hands in his coat pockets, turning away from me with a solemn look on his face. “He makes me feel normal. He doesn’t see in me what everyone else sees. He sees talent and purpose and worth. And if that makes someone an arsehole, then, aye, I would love to be an arsehole, too.”
Amanda’s eyes met mine, wide as saucers. Two chats with Grade-A arsehole Jahleel Kingston and now, all of a sudden he could verbalize his feelings? I’d never heard him speak so sensibly before. Was he just playing fool before or what?
“Okay, you may go,” I reluctantly agreed. To Thomas, “You, go with him. And if anyone so much as breathes too harshly in his face, knock them the fuck out and bring my brother home.”
“Sure, Miss Day,” Thomas nodded in acknowledgment as the lift doors opened. “Would you like me to summon Ben here in case we’re not back before you leave?”
“Ah yes, yes.”
I turned and hugged Ferbie, letting him know I loved him before stepping off the lift with Amanda, leaving him and Thomas behind. As the doors closed, I sucked in a panicky breath, wanting to call for him to come back, but Amanda touched my arm and assured, “He’s twenty-eight years old, Kia. He might not be as much of a plonker as we think.”
“I’m just afraid people will mess with him. I don’t want anyone making him feel less of himself.”
“And JK is obviously doing the opposite of that. So I guess you can trust him, yeah?”
Then I was angry all over again, Ferbie forgotten. “Don’t even say that wanker’s name,” I hissed and marched off down the hall to the
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