That WUN Snowball (part two)
Babe! ...come here. I'm in the closet...
Footsteps and the sweet, masculine sent of his sexy cologne told her he was behind her. She twirled around with two dresses in her hands. "Which one, babe?" she asks as she poses with each one, bringing the hanger just right underneath her neck for accuracy. "I want to look as classy, but sexy as possible. This is a big night for me!" she emphasized. As he pulled her into his chest, he whispered upon her lips, "you will look bad in anything you choose to put on, baby."
The tree adjusted to the truck being in its crest. The crash caused her to go flying into the windshield leaving him propelled over the steering wheel. Short bursts of wind swept upon his face, whisking him to regain consciousness. A long gaze of diligence in trying to recollect what had just happened opened him up for a world of dismay. Her body was listless and thrown in between the front seat with her head on the floor and feet darting in the air. He broke his legs out of the lock the crash put him in and bent over to sit her body up straight. The cuts and blood that now dressed her like they always existed sent him into a rush of hot tears. He held her body tight in his arms, rocking her back and forth saying bits of prayers in between sobs.
"Tre, you trippin', brah! I'm telling you its not going to happen."
"Sounds like you're reaching in your feelings to me."
"Nah. I just know my potna said he tried to get at her and she shot him one of those freeze over in hell looks."
"I'll be back."
Tre walks over to Chey and her friends at the bar.
"Excuse me, can I buy you and your friends a rounds of drinks?" he asks Chey. She fixes her face to shoo him away and turns her head over her shoulder to bless him with the CheyTUDE. But, as her eyes meet his, her expression shifts at each drop of smile Tre serves her--making her speechless. "I'm Tre. I own a construction and lawn care company. I'm here with my boy, and we were just admiring the fun you all were having and I figured I would...." his words traveling into her ears but failing to settle. Her focus goes directly to his casual slacks and button up, then to his Nixon watch, fresh fade, and ending at his lips. She is stuck--the daze is heavy and unrelenting.
A couple of seconds passes by***
The nudge in Chey's side caused her to bottom back and muster up a response--one she never thought she would give. "Umm, I'm Chey...and...these are my friends," she says smiling back at him, tucking hair behind her ear. "May I buy you all drinks? What are you all having?" Tre asks ensuring to make slight eye contact with Chey's two friends and fixing his gaze back upon Chey. "What do you suspect we're drinking?" Chey asks giving him a brisk attitude, shifting her stool back towards the head of the bar. Tre nods his head in response to Chey, acknowledging her position in wishing to not engage in further conversation with him. With no change in his stance, he flags a bartender and orders, "Three long islands please...keep the change." The bartender takes the crisp fifty and fulfills the generous request. "Hope you ladies enjoy, it was a pleasure speaking with you," he says and then walks towards the exit with his friend. Chey's heart starts beating faster. She looks at the drinks and squeezes her eyes shut trying to blink him out of her mind. In all of three seconds, Chey quickly turns her stool around and bounces to her feet....
...be sure to check back in for part three! 💛
Footsteps and the sweet, masculine sent of his sexy cologne told her he was behind her. She twirled around with two dresses in her hands. "Which one, babe?" she asks as she poses with each one, bringing the hanger just right underneath her neck for accuracy. "I want to look as classy, but sexy as possible. This is a big night for me!" she emphasized. As he pulled her into his chest, he whispered upon her lips, "you will look bad in anything you choose to put on, baby."
The tree adjusted to the truck being in its crest. The crash caused her to go flying into the windshield leaving him propelled over the steering wheel. Short bursts of wind swept upon his face, whisking him to regain consciousness. A long gaze of diligence in trying to recollect what had just happened opened him up for a world of dismay. Her body was listless and thrown in between the front seat with her head on the floor and feet darting in the air. He broke his legs out of the lock the crash put him in and bent over to sit her body up straight. The cuts and blood that now dressed her like they always existed sent him into a rush of hot tears. He held her body tight in his arms, rocking her back and forth saying bits of prayers in between sobs.
"Tre, you trippin', brah! I'm telling you its not going to happen."
"Sounds like you're reaching in your feelings to me."
"Nah. I just know my potna said he tried to get at her and she shot him one of those freeze over in hell looks."
"I'll be back."
Tre walks over to Chey and her friends at the bar.
"Excuse me, can I buy you and your friends a rounds of drinks?" he asks Chey. She fixes her face to shoo him away and turns her head over her shoulder to bless him with the CheyTUDE. But, as her eyes meet his, her expression shifts at each drop of smile Tre serves her--making her speechless. "I'm Tre. I own a construction and lawn care company. I'm here with my boy, and we were just admiring the fun you all were having and I figured I would...." his words traveling into her ears but failing to settle. Her focus goes directly to his casual slacks and button up, then to his Nixon watch, fresh fade, and ending at his lips. She is stuck--the daze is heavy and unrelenting.
A couple of seconds passes by***
The nudge in Chey's side caused her to bottom back and muster up a response--one she never thought she would give. "Umm, I'm Chey...and...these are my friends," she says smiling back at him, tucking hair behind her ear. "May I buy you all drinks? What are you all having?" Tre asks ensuring to make slight eye contact with Chey's two friends and fixing his gaze back upon Chey. "What do you suspect we're drinking?" Chey asks giving him a brisk attitude, shifting her stool back towards the head of the bar. Tre nods his head in response to Chey, acknowledging her position in wishing to not engage in further conversation with him. With no change in his stance, he flags a bartender and orders, "Three long islands please...keep the change." The bartender takes the crisp fifty and fulfills the generous request. "Hope you ladies enjoy, it was a pleasure speaking with you," he says and then walks towards the exit with his friend. Chey's heart starts beating faster. She looks at the drinks and squeezes her eyes shut trying to blink him out of her mind. In all of three seconds, Chey quickly turns her stool around and bounces to her feet....
...be sure to check back in for part three! 💛
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