LOGINYoncé is crazy. Plain and simple. But like every other crazy person; she's in denial. Yoncé doesn't want to believe. She could swear that all she sees is true. Nobody believes her though. Even her best friend, Aaliyah. She has dreams. Revelations. Nightmares. Whatever. She's had them. Unlike the boy who cried "wolf", she cried "not crazy". Concurring to the naive boy, no one believed her when she found a Four-hundred-and-sixteen-year old boy rummaging her half-ass refrigerator.
View MoreYONCÉHe's not there?He's not there?!What the hell does she mean by he's not there? As I stare at my mixed best friend, I get second thoughts on why I invited her over. I was slowing getting pissed.I admit I'm not really the brightest pea in the pod but that doesn't mean Ally could call me out on it.She just practically insinuated that I'm seeing things!"I swear to God, he's right there! Look at him he-" I pause, my eyes widening in realization."You think I'm crazy, don't you? You think I'm seeing things?"I clench my fists as my eyes darted to an equally confused Dimitri. His light eyebrows were raised and his food was a long time abandoned. Even in confusion, he still looked sexy.I mentally scold myself for thinking of orgasmic things in this current situation.Aaliyah was trying to calm me down with some unhelpful words of encouragement like: "It's okay
YONCÉThe morning's sun was bright. Bright enough to wake me up early and groggy. I stared at the ceiling even though the hair on my face was a distraction.With a tired sigh, I climb off my plush bed and make my way to my bathroom where I did the needful.I came out finally dressed in a long gown and my midnight black hair was packed in a rough ponytail.I make my way downstairs with a yawn. I'm still sleepy simply because I didn't sleep well last night. I was restless and dreamless, which is weird because I'm always full of unexplainable dreams.I poke my cold cheek in an attempt to wake myself up fully. That didn't go well. My lack of concentration had me stumbling on a loose floorboard which had me rolling down a flight of stairs."Ow." I mumble as I lay on my possible broken arm. That surely sobered me up.My eyes catches a spark or glint below the space in m
DIMITRIShe is short.Quite petite actually. I'm pretty sure Morgan is a foot taller than her and in Amodi, Morgan's height is quite pathetic.She looked unusual and had a round face.I stare at the dusty counter top as I hear the sound of feet descending the stairs. The petite stranger returns with a big gym short similar to the one she's wearing. She hands me the piece of clothing and I don't fail to notice the red tint on both her cheeks.Is she sick?I take the short from her shaky fingers and put it on quickly. I move away from her cramped kitchen and stand in front of her. Her height was almost alarming. She looked like a baby mouse that has stunted growth.I take my time to look around the apartment. It was suffocating and small. If messy was a word to describe it then it's overrated.Gym socks and used blankets littered around every angle of what looks like the sitting room. The kitc
YONCÉ'S POVI let out a loud gulp, my keys almost falling off my hand. I take a shaky step into the apartment.I hear rummaging and shuffling in my kitchen area. I almost gasp.Oh my God! It might be Alien King Ortho! Maybe he's here to toast my brain.My hand juts out to my large window sill to grab my weapon of massive destruction!I drop my bag and walk stealthily to the kitchen. A loud crash makes me jump and cringe. My poor kitchen!I pause then weigh my options before charging.Option number one, the police. A big, fat 'NO' for that one. The Vitu Regional Police department was the shittiest in the whole border. They weren't even qualified to be called police officers. I'm pretty sure their batches were made from glitter and M&M's.This leads me to option number two, Call Aaliyah. Nah... I've been somewhat dependent on Aaliyah for a long time and w